章 8: Chapter 8 - Second Year!
One year later.
1509, New World.
On the beach of golden sands and crystalline waters of a remote island, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. A gentle breeze swept through the palm trees, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. However, the calm was about to be shattered.
On the beachfront, rising majestically against the sunset, stood Whitebeard, the imposing captain of the Whitebeard Pirates. His white mantle fluttered in the wind, and his stern gaze focused on a young figure standing at a considerable distance.
Damon, now 12 years old, displayed a determined stance, his eyes reflecting the determination cultivated over his time in the crew. He raised his Devil Fruit, the purple aura enveloping his body as he prepared for the challenge about to begin.
"Damon, you've grown since the last time we fought!" Whitebeard proclaimed, a challenging smile crossing his face.
"Yes, pops, and I'm ready to show how much I've grown!" Damon responded with determination.
The battle began with an explosion of swift movements. Whitebeard advanced with the force of a hurricane, his seismic waves colliding with Damon's agile abilities. The young pirate dodged with agility, responding with rapid blows propelled by his Devil Fruit.
The two fighters, master and apprentice, danced along the beach, exchanging powerful blows and showcasing the incredible strength each possessed. Whitebeard, even in his imposing presence, admired Damon's growing skill.
Throughout the fight, the sand was swept away by the blows, creating a temporary battlefield on the beach. Whitebeard, with his vast experience, offered advice and tips during the combat, guiding Damon to refine his skills.
The showdown reached its climax when Damon, fueled by newfound determination, channeled his Devil Fruit extraordinarily, creating even more complex forms of his purple aura. Whitebeard, impressed, acknowledged Damon's growth.
The battle finally subsided, with Damon panting on his knees in the sandy beach.
"Gurarara. Come on, my foolish son, is that all you can do?" Whitebeard laughed, his voice echoing on the beach as he observed the 12-year-old lad on the ground after the intense battle.
The once serene beach was now a scene of chaos, witnessing the dispute between master and apprentice. The crew watched from a distance, a mix of entertainment and admiration painting their faces.
"You stubborn old man, father! I can still go on!" The teenager exclaimed, getting up with determination.
Despite the injuries from the previous battle, the young one showed remarkable resilience, refusing to give up. An aura enveloped the boy, and to the surprised looks of the crew, an imposing skeleton began to grow from him. Different from two years ago, he now exhibited a more refined control over the powers of his Devil Fruit.
The skeleton expanded rapidly, reaching the impressive height of 15 meters. A torso, a head, and two full arms formed, while the teenager remained at the center, attentive eyes fixed on his opponent. The beach was now immersed in a tense atmosphere, everyone awaiting the next move in this dance of skill and determination.
"GURARARARA! YOU SEEM TO HAVE PLENTY OF ENERGY, BRAT. LET'S CONTINUE OUR LITTLE PUNCH DANCE!" Whitebeard laughed, his thunderous voice echoing across the entire stretch of the beach, challenging the sound of the waves.
Dropping his imposing Murakumogiri, the man who was initially the target of young Damon, now accepted as a father, prepared for the next round of their intense battle. The teenager, driven by the sinister aura, launched himself with his humanoid body towards his pirate father. As Whitebeard jumped, the two met in the air, creating an epic scene that would witness the strength and bonds between father and son in the Whitebeard Pirates crew.
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
The beach filled with explosions from both sides, each impact reverberating through the sand. Whitebeard, using only fists enveloped in Haki, confronted the giant skeleton with powerful blows. The ground trembled under the impact of the onslaught, and the ocean waves witnessed the fierceness of the exchange between father and son.
The sword dance between Whitebeard and Damon was a spectacle of brute strength, agile movements, and unrestrained energy, an exhibition of skills honed through intense battles and training. The giant may not have moved, but its impact was powerful when exchanging blows with its adversary. Each punch intensified the relationship between the world's strongest man and the determined young one growing under his wing.
While the intense battle between Whitebeard and Damon unfolded on the beach, the crew watched from afar aboard the Moby Dick, anchored near the coast. Pirates gathered at the prow, looking with admiration and enthusiasm at the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
"Look, Jozu! Young Damon is really showing what he's capable of!" exclaimed one of the commanders, pointing in the direction of the beach.
"I can't believe they're fighting so fiercely. It's incredible!" said another, eyes fixed on the fight.
Meanwhile, Jozu, one of the crew's commanders, crossed his arms and observed with a serious expression. "Hm, looks like the kid has grown since we found him back then."
"You mean, he found us, huh?" Vista said with a nostalgic smile, recalling the boy arriving in a boat in the high seas to them.
On the deck, Izo, another commander, looked at the fight with a smile. "Pops and our little brother are really putting on an impressive show. This is a sight we don't see every day."
As the crew shared their observations, the waves occasionally transmitted the impacts of the fight to the Moby Dick's deck. Expressions varied between excitement, surprise, and respect, as each crew member connected uniquely with the unfolding battle between father and son on the distant beach.
As the waves continued to transmit the thunderous impacts of the battle between Whitebeard and Damon, the intensity reached its climax. The sound of collisions echoed across the beach, mixing with the crew's exclamations aboard the Moby Dick.
In a moment of fierce exchange of blows, Damon, the young one who had once challenged Whitebeard, was finally overcome by the overwhelming strength of the powerful pirate. Whitebeard, using his fists and Haki masterfully, delivered a devastating blow that sent Damon crashing into the sand.
BOOM!
The temporary silence that followed was broken only by the gentle sound of waves crashing on the beach. The crew watched in silence, a mix of emotions reflecting on their faces.
"Well... it seems that pops remains unrivaled," murmured Jozu, maintaining his serious gaze.
Vista nodded, appreciating the captain's skill. "It's no wonder he's considered the strongest man in the seas."
On the deck, the crew awaited, anticipating what would happen next. Whitebeard approached the fallen Damon, displaying a gaze that mixed challenge and paternal pride.
"Gurarara... you showed great resilience, my foolish son. But you still have much to learn," said Whitebeard with a deep voice, extending his hand to help Damon get up.
"It seems I've been surpassed again, pops." Damon shook the dust off his clothes and flapped his wings, growths from his back, to remove the accumulated sand.
"But you're becoming a true pirate, Damon. Keep growing because your journey has only just begun," Whitebeard declared, proud.
"Pops is right; you're improving very quickly. In two years, you're starting to pose some challenge to pops." Marco arrived flying, looking at the fight in the air, as Whitebeard was beginning to be affected by his old age, and as the ship's doctor, Marco always takes care of pops.
Damon, with a grateful smile, looked towards the horizon where the sun bid farewell, marking not just the end of the fight but the beginning of an even more challenging journey.
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