章 21: Tides Of Conflict: Clash With The Beast Pirates - Final
Theo vs. Zargo
The tension between Theo and Zargo was palpable, a silent testament to the brutal clash that had unfolded. The stakes of their confrontation were suddenly clear, visibly etched in the widening eyes of the Gifter.
Zargo's gaze flickered between Theo, standing tall in his awe-inspiring Fenrir form, and Gram, previously soaring as Thoth before her descent. A dread-filled realization settled over him, mirroring the vast expanse of the ocean that was now a battlefield.
His voice roared across the deck, overpowering the chaotic symphony of battle sounds, "Kaido needs to hear of this! Two wielders of Mythical Zoan... not to mention that cook... that wasn't a mere Logia, it was a Special Paramecia! Damn, you all!"
His words were carried by the seafaring wind, harboring an unmistakable undertone of fear and regret. This fight had taken a drastic turn for Zargo, revealing implications far beyond a mere crew skirmish. He was now caught in realizing what the Beast Pirates had unwittingly provoked - a potent force that would surely attract the unwelcome attention of Kaido and his formidable All-Stars.
Zargo's gaze remained fixed on Theo, a blend of fear and regret reflecting in his eyes. His fingers tightened around his club as he stumbled back, but his imposing figure seemed to have lost some of its former dominance.
"You... You lot have been on our radar ever since you fought those Corrupted Marines," Zargo admitted, his voice resonating with a newfound severity. His eyes darted between Theo and the rest of the Silver Wave crew, his gaze lingering on their resolute faces.
"We didn't pay much heed then, thinking you were just another new crew making some noise. But this..." He gestured towards Theo, his voice trailing off as he regarded the young captain in his majestic Fenrir form.
He swallowed hard, his usual bravado diminishing in the face of this newfound revelation. "We didn't just awaken a sleeping dog; we've stirred a slumbering wolf... a dire wolf... no, a Fenrir."
His words hung heavily in the air, starkly contrasting with the once defiant tone that had marked the beginning of their encounter. Zargo, a formidable Gifter, had not anticipated such a rapid turn of events. His demeanor suggested not just fear but also regret - regret for having unwittingly entangled himself and his crew with a force that would soon draw the attention of the most formidable figures in the New World.
Zargo's revelation wasn't lost on Theo. He understood the gravity of the situation. Their encounter with the Beast Pirates, and his display of power, would no doubt reach the ears of Kaido and his All-Stars. This fight had become a beacon, illuminating their presence in the New World and inviting formidable threats their way. Yet, despite the implications, Theo felt a sense of determination fueling him. He knew that no matter the challenges, the Silver Wave Pirates would face them head-on. This was just the beginning of their journey, and they were prepared to weather whatever storms lay ahead.
As Theo and Zargo's battle raged on, something stirred within the young pirate captain. It was like a whisper at the edge of his consciousness, gradually growing more insistent.
Then, he felt a warmth spreading from his chest and pulsating throughout his body as if a new energy source had been ignited within him. It was overwhelming, a sensation so powerful that, for a moment, everything else faded into insignificance. The sounds of the battle, the sights of his crew fighting, even Zargo before him - all blurred into insignificance.
This... was haki, but not as he knew it. It was more potent, more concentrated. It was armament haki, but it had evolved and advanced. It felt like a door had been opened within him, revealing a vast room filled with untapped power. This was armament haki at the intermediate stage.
A surge of energy rushed through Theo, filling him with newfound strength. He felt he could withstand any attack and fend off any opponent. With this breakthrough, he was not just Fenrir - he was Fenrir armed with steel.
Zargo noticed the change almost immediately. Theo's form seemed solidifying, his silver fur taking on a more complex, almost metallic sheen under the moonlight. His stance shifted, becoming even more solid and unwavering. There was an air of certainty, of undeniable power that wasn't there before.
But it wasn't just his haki that evolved. As the fight intensified, fragments of memories not his own began to surface in Theo's mind—flashes of vast, icy landscapes, relentless battles, and a powerful wolf dominating each scene.
These memories painted a vivid image of Fenrir, the beast whose essence resides within Theo. They showcased his strength, skills, and dominance over the icy elements. It was as if Theo was experiencing Fenrir's past, triumphs, and power.
As the echoes of Fenrir's past resonated within Theo, he began comprehending the depth of the beast's mastery over its powers. These were not mere glimpses into the past but a rich tapestry of experiences that gradually unraveled the enigma that was Fenrir.
Theo saw Fenrir, a colossal wolf of legend, standing at the apex of a desolate, frostbitten landscape. The beast towered above all else, its silver fur starkly contrasted against the ice-laden wilderness. Despite the harshness of the terrain, Fenrir seemed to be in its element, commanding the icy winds with an air of dominance and authority.
Fenrir moved with an agility and precision that belied its size. Every muscle in its body was an instrument of power and finesse, moving in perfect harmony with the wintry elements. It was clear that Fenrir didn't just utilize the cold; it embodied it.
The first memory that struck Theo was a depiction of Fenrir battling against a huge beast, a figure even more formidable than Fenrir itself. The enemy towered over the landscape, an intimidating force of nature. Yet, Fenrir was unflinching. The wolf didn't resort to brute force; instead, it used the ice and the snow as its allies. A low growl caused the ground beneath them to freeze, creating a slippery surface that the enemy struggled to maintain its footing.
Next, Theo saw Fenrir surrounded by a horde of adversaries, each more menacing than the other. It appeared to be an overwhelming situation, yet Fenrir remained calm and composed. With a mighty swipe of its tail, it summoned a swirling blizzard, a curtain of snow and ice that concealed it from its enemies. Fenrir launched its attacks from within this veil of frost, each one swift and decisive. It was a brilliant demonstration of using the elements for both offense and defense, turning the battlefield to its advantage.
Another memory showed Fenrir shielding itself from a barrage of attacks. Rather than confront the onslaught head-on, Fenrir used its icy powers to erect a solid wall of ice, a formidable barrier that withstood the most potent attacks. But this wasn't a mere defensive tactic. Once the attacks ceased, Fenrir shattered the ice wall, turning the fragments into a hailstorm of razor-sharp icicles rained down on its foes.
Lastly, Theo was privy to an extraordinary scene where Fenrir was in close combat with another powerful creature. In the face of such proximity, Fenrir changed tactics. The chill in the air intensified, centering around Fenrir, who had transformed its body into an embodiment of frost. A simple touch from the wolf was enough to freeze its opponent, turning the tide of the battle in its favor.
Theo watched as Fenrir, a beast of legend, transformed every battle into a symphony of ice and power. Each memory was an insight into how Fenrir used the cold not as a weapon but as an extension of its being. It was a masterclass in tactical combat, a lesson in transforming adversity into advantage, and a testament to the essence of Fenrir's power.
With these memories etched in his mind, Theo felt an intimate connection with the powers he possessed. He had glimpsed the legacy of Fenrir, understood its command over the ice, its battle-hardened strategies. And now, it was up to him to carry on that legacy, to harness these powers, and to continue the legend of Fenrir in the world of pirates.
Theo felt a greater affinity with his devil fruit with each passing second. It was no longer just a source of power but a part of him. He began to feel an intimate connection with the icy elements, their cold touch feeling like an extension of his own body.
This culminated in a profound enlightenment - a devil fruit mastery breakthrough. Theo could now command the powers of Fenrir to an advanced degree, seamlessly merging his physical abilities with the chilling powers of his devil fruit.
With newfound resolve and power, Theo launched himself at Zargo once more, his form encased in an icy aura. His movements were swift and precise, each carrying the force of his advanced devil fruit powers and intermediate armament haki.
The final clash was intense, their powers colliding in a brilliant display of might. Theo's icy assault crashed against Zargo's haki shield, each attack chipping away at the Gifter's defense. It was no longer a battle of sheer strength; it was a testament to their will, their resolve.
After what seemed like an eternity, Theo made his move. "Frostfang Barrage!" He roared, his voice echoing over the battlefield. His body glowed with icy intensity, and he lunged forward, his claws aimed straight at Zargo's chest. Zargo raised his haki shield, ready to deflect the attack, but he was too late. Theo's frost-encrusted claws cut through the haki shield as if it were paper, landing a direct hit on Zargo.
The Gifter staggered back, his eyes wide with shock as the cold seeped into his wound, numbing his senses. He fell onto his knees, gasping for breath as the frosty power of Fenrir took hold. Theo stood victorious, his icy gaze locking onto the fallen Gifter.
Just as the last of Zargo's crew was dealt with, a gentle ping sounded from Theo's pocket. He reached in and pulled out a small device - the mission notification system they'd been given. The screen lit up with the words: "Mission Complete: Defeat the Gifter Zargo and his crew."
A reward notification followed, "Reward: LifeForce Bed Upgrade Token - Released."
Theo could hardly believe his eyes. They had completed their mission, and the reward was beyond what they had expected. A LifeForce Bed Upgrade Token! A reward that was as rare as it was valuable.
The LifeForce Beds were a unique aspect of their ship, each one designed to promote accelerated healing and recovery. With this upgrade, those benefits would be significantly enhanced, reducing their downtime and ensuring they would always be battle-ready.
A soft light enveloped the ship, followed by a series of soft hums and clicks. The crew watched in awe as the light swirled around the beds, each one changing and morphing into a more advanced version. When the light faded, what stood in their place were beds designed with cutting-edge technology, their surfaces shimmering with a subtle, comforting glow.
A wave of excitement swept over the crew. Theo smiled, his heart filled with pride and anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead. They had defeated a formidable foe and earned a precious reward. Their journey in the New World was just beginning, but they were more ready than ever. With their newfound strength and upgraded LifeForce Beds, the Silver Wave Pirates were set to ride the waves of the Grand Line, fearlessly facing any challenge that came their way.
Meanwhile, in the distant lands of Wano, located far away from West Blue, deep within the New World, one of Zargo's superiors, a grizzled, imposing figure named Kurogane, was examining a series of Vivre Cards. Suddenly, he noticed that one of them, the one connected to Zargo, was rapidly burning out.
His brow furrowed with concern, Kurogane quickly picked up the last report Zargo had sent. The hastily scrawled message contained information about a Dire Wolf Zoan fruit user in West Blue. The name, as Zargo had documented it, was Theo, the captain of the Silver Wave Pirates.
With a grim expression, Kurogane relayed the information to his superior, a man who needed no introduction in the world of pirates - Kaido, one of the Four Emperors.
Kaido, a hulking figure with an imposing presence, listened to Kurogane's report, his eyes narrowing at the mention of a Dire Wolf Zoan user. He knew the worth of such a fruit; it was an Ancient Zoan, the Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Direwolf.
"The Silver Wave Pirates, you say?" Kaido rumbled, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Keep an eye on them. A Dire Wolf Zoan user could be a valuable addition to the Beast Pirates."
Kurogane nodded in understanding, "Understood, Lord Kaido."
As Kurogane departed to carry out his orders, Kaido sat back, a thoughtful look in his eyes. A new player had entered the game, one with the potential to change the balance of power. He would watch and wait, observing the Silver Wave Pirates closely. If they proved to be as promising as they seemed, he would make his move. For now, they were just another name on his long list of interests. But if they continued to grow at this rate, they could quickly become a force to be reckoned with in the tumultuous world of the New World.
In yet another location, away from the tumultuous seas where the Silver Wave Pirates had just battled Zargo's crew, a Marine vessel was stationed at a distance. Onboard, Rear Admiral Ryusaki was watching the entire incident unfold through a pair of high-powered binoculars, his expression grim.
Around him, the ship was buzzing with activity. The Marine soldiers under his command were diligently monitoring the situation, making sure to document every detail of the conflict. A battle of this magnitude between pirates was of great interest to the Marines. Their primary duty was to maintain peace and order, and pirate activities often disrupted that balance.
As the battle concluded, with the Silver Wave Pirates emerging victorious, Ryusaki relayed the information to the newly promoted Fleet Admiral, Sengoku.
Sengoku, a seasoned veteran in Marine affairs, received the news with a thoughtful expression. He knew well that the pirates' world was an ever-changing landscape, with new threats and potentials cropping up at every turn. The news of a new crew, displaying such remarkable power and strategy, piqued his interest.
After considering the situation, he made his decision, "Given the extraordinary abilities they've displayed, it's only logical to revise their bounty accordingly. They've just defeated a Beast Pirates' Gifter, after all."
Ryusaki nodded in agreement, "Understood, Fleet Admiral. And what about the crew members?"
Sengoku stroked his chin, deep in thought, "Assign a bounty to each of the Silver Wave Pirates. They've demonstrated remarkable unity and strength as a crew, and each member appears to hold significant power. We need to keep a close eye on them."
"Understood, Fleet Admiral. I'll see to it immediately," Ryusaki responded before signing off. As Sengoku's holographic image faded from the Den Den Mushi, Ryusaki took a moment to reflect on the situation. The Silver Wave Pirates had proven themselves to be a formidable crew, one that would inevitably attract the attention of more powerful entities. Their journey had only just begun, and they had already made waves large enough to reach the highest echelons of the Marine force.
Meanwhile, back in his office, Sengoku started the process of assigning new bounties to the Silver Wave Pirates. Their battle against Zargo's crew had earned them a significant increase. As he worked on this task, Sengoku knew that the world of pirates had just gained another noteworthy crew, one that might play a significant role in the events to come.
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