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[Five Days Later]
The Titanic had returned to Hachinosu.
Damien had come to his little area on the island and was met with an unsettling sight.
Around half a thousand pirates were sitting around. Some hung from the structures like monkeys, and some lay around like loiterers. Hell, a few were already dead.
"She said a hundred or so," Damien muttered.
He let out a sigh and inspected them. Most of them were picked up fresh from the wave of pirates after Mora Island.
The bad name of the Rocks was a beacon for these guys. However, practically all of them were useless. The disappointment and boredom on Damien's face were obvious as he was not trying to hide it, naturally, rubbing some egos the wrong way.
"Oye, Oye, you may have done some big things by scratching an Admiral and gaining the Big Boss' favour, but we aren't all here to curry yours!"
Another voice joined in, "Based on the crew rules… anyone who kills a Division Commander can replace them…"
These words alone brought around twenty or so sights to grave changes; Damien didn't need Haki to smell the greed in the air.
The newly crowned Commander just smiled in return and gestured to the main loudmouth in the group: "You want my spot?"
The pirate thought it was his golden chance and walked right in front of Damien's face.
"That's right."
Damien was around ten and a half feet tall, eclipsing the 8-footer before him. "Your face looks awfully similar to your other friend making so much noise."
The other man squared up as well, "He's my brother, we're close like that."
"So why don't you give us the Commander role and we'll make sure you're the second in charge."
Damien felt the gazes around him.
It seemed everyone had woken up, their complete attention on him as he wanted.
Damien reached out with a palm.
*Tap* He gave the brave pirate a pat on the shoulder, a rather friendly venture.
The man smirked, thinking it was Damien's way of giving him the torch.
"..." Yet his face soon warped. His hand reached for his head while his entire psyche began to shake.
"W-What's going on…?"
Damien took a step back as if he was moving out of the way.
The pirate's eyes reddened as his entire body ballooned up as if to blow up.
"What's up, big bro?"
*Pop* Like a grape, the pirate simply exploded into a gooey mess, unleashing a red mist everywhere.
"B-Big bro!!"
Damien hummed and patted the shoulder of the dead pirate's brother, "Your brother made a mess of my lawn. Why don't you clean this up, I'm not a fan of seeing such brutality in front of my balcony."
"…"
The bright and honest young Damien walked ahead, leaving the quivering folk alone.
"I'll tell you what, I'm not interested in your numbers, unlike Shiki, I prefer quality over quantity," the Sin Incarnate loudly announced. He then looked around as if supporting his point, "There's around five hundred of you here, only one of you can make it in my Division."
A pirate by the side felt confused, "You want us to select one?"
Damien just returned a half-smile, "You can 'select' one however you want, just know the quota is set."
The young Commander then walked onto his balcony to enjoy the view of the coming carnage.
"..."
An ominous silence as hundreds of pairs of eyes glanced at one another; the atmosphere grew tense, very much so.
A bloody feeling bubbled in the pirates' hearts, sending shivers down the backs of many.
Some walked away, trying their luck in the other Divisions. Eventually leaving behind three hundred or so men.
Some wanted to either bet on Damien's talent or take his spot via a challenge. And soon, a free-for-all all began.
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Damien brought out some refreshments, drinking a fresh glass of lemonade to aid him in the evening sun.
Meanwhile, the air had already grown rosy with the excess blood.
Loud clangs and bombs went off below, echoing through the streets of Hachinosu. A river of red flowed out under the noon sun.
"Die!"
"The spot is mine!"
"Yotototo! I'll take you all down!"
…
The Sin Incarnate sat for around ten minutes.
The battle royale had eliminated all the weaker ones who rushed in, leaving behind a hundred or so tough eggs.
Yet the new Division Commander wasn't impressed. Not until he saw a sharp light reflect the afternoon sun.
Damien's eyes darted to the side as he saw a shadowy figure shoot out from the side, whizzing through the crowd.
He had a sharp sword in hand, cleaving pirates left, right and center.
*Shing*
*Slash*
*Splatter*
Every cut left limbs in the air or blood on the floor. The red seeped into the earth below.
"Ahh!"
"My arm!"
"My balls!"
"Aughh!"
Damien nodded at the quick attacks, narrowing his eyes: each kill was efficient, cold, and fast; no excess movements and the usage of some decent enough Haki was present.
The pirate numbers dwindled into single digits soon enough.
"W-Wait, I quit the match, y-you can let me go now!"
"Yeah, we won't stand in your way!"
The assailant didn't blink.
Two heads flew into the sky and their lifeless bodies fell into a puddle of blood.
*Shing*
The blade cut the air as the man wiped the blood into one of his victim's robes.
*Click*
The sword was sheathed, leaving the sole survivor at attention before the Sin Incarnate.
Damien put down his drink with a soft tap.
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap* He inspected the sole pirate while giving him hearty applause.
The man seemed to be in his early twenties, standing a little under nine feet tall (2.74 m). He had dark skin and an athletic stature hidden under a black vest.
He also had tribal tattoos all over his body, especially his arms. All the while sporting a scar that ran along the left side of his neck and across his face. The long black hair in tandem with the long sideburns gave him a wolf-like appearance which was further underlined by his sharp eyes.
[Image (in Discord)]
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"You're different from the other scum that finds their way to this hellish island," Damien said while cupping his chin.
"What's your name?"
The pirate looked straight into Damien's eyes and answered.
"Zenora Indra."
Hearing the firm tone of voice earned a nod from Damien.
*Fwoo*
It was a quick movement of air. Indra took a deep breath as he saw Damien already standing in front of him; faster than he could track.
The notorious pirate was a foot and a half taller, eclipsing the swordsman.
"Welcome to the Fourth Division of the Rocks Pirates, Zenora Indra," Damien declared. "You seem to have a story. I look forward to hearing it one day."
Indra returned a deep nod, conveying his thoughts with concise movements.
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Damien then felt a powerful existence coming, directing his attention to the giant figure of a certain pirate.
"Newgate-san, what brings you to my humble little corner?"
Naturally, anyone considered 'giant' by Damien was indeed quite larger than life.
"Gurarara, I thought I smelled a lot of blood, looks like you got some cleaning to do." Whitebeard walked around relaxedly, his weapon always at hand on this island.
Damien shrugged, "Don't worry, I'm sure I can 'encourage' some pirates to clean it up."
The words earned a chuckle from Whitebeard who found himself inspecting Indra. "Hmm, I heard Rocks gave you a Division, looks like you found a rough gem."
Damien nodded in agreement.
"Well you're a guest here and my mother raised me to treat my guests with hospitality, you want tea or saké?" he asked.
Naturally, Damien knew the answer as he threw some premium alcohol at the man.
Whitebeard sat on a broken piece of concrete.
*Gurrup* Moments passed as Newgate exhaled a refreshed sigh. "This stuff is pretty good."
Damien also sat nearby, sipping his drink.
Indra was effectively a guard, opting for silence by the side.
"So, Newgate-san, I take it Sphinx Island is doing well?"
The large pirate firmly nodded, "I send a decent sum of gold there every month, the hardest part is finding someone trustworthy enough to deliver it."
Damien wasn't surprised. "With Borealis now dead, I take it the Captain wants the other Overlords?"
"That's right, he's gonna wait a while to restock on some fodders," Whitebeard informed his younger colleague. "If anything, he'll probably send you for some big mission soon; be ready."
The words raised an eyebrow for sure.
Although the majority of the pirates were partaking in a banquet with music, laughter and sex, the two pirates just drank in silence, enjoying the warm sun of a peaceful day.
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[Later]
Damien had forced some pirates to clean up his yard, paying a fair wage of 10 berries per year of manual labour.
Indra had been sent to the dueling square of Hachinosu to practice his skills for the day. Mostly the Haki that needed sharpening.
"Now then, it's about time to take in my goodies," Damien muttered as he sat alone in his yard.
"First, to evolve…"
The pirate began to control his breathing, calming his heart rate down to around ten beats per minute.
The blood flowing through his veins began to bubble and churn, getting thicker and more potent. The muscle linings tightened and grew stronger. Cracks echoed out from the young pirate's body as they creaked into a stronger material.
Damien gave out a deep breath as his body reached a new level, a catharsis of relief.
[{Lightning Recovery} has evolved into {Titanic Recovery}]
[{Mighty Vitality} has evolved into {Titanic Vitality}]
A wave of heat passed through the young man's body and his eyes sharpened with his newfound power.
[{Titanic Recovery} – 3 times the speed of {Lightening Recovery}]
[{Titanic Vitality} – 3 times the durability of {Mighty Vitality}]
Damien couldn't help but smile at the feeling of practically being reborn. By instinct, he felt that even if he cut off his own arm, as long as he held it near the stump, it would be able to reconnect!
"..."
Yet he was soon assaulted by the familiar feeling of something missing.
"What the hell?" Damien muttered, inspecting his body and subconsciously placing a palm over his heart.
He now felt an opening in his entire structure. It felt as if he could fill his very skeleton with energy.
[Damien, it seems your body unlocked a new anatomy to achieve something called 'Black Bones',] Sibyl explained.
[{Black Bones} – Allows for the acceptance of Armament Haki to further harden one's bones to the point of turning black.]
Damien blinked.
It sounded awfully like a Black Blade used by the likes of the future Mihawk or the past Ryuma.
"Seeping Haki into my skeletal system will take quite a long time and probably won't be a single-stage thing…" he surmised.
And the details on the anatomy supported his thoughts.
Bones had four main layers:
Periosteum – The soft outer covering over the bone's surface.
Cortical Bone – The hard and thick layer.
Cancellous Bone – The inner spongy layer.
Bone Marrow – The very core of the bone where all blood cells are made.
These divided Damien's new anatomy into four main stages: Black Bones (I) through (IV).
"I guess the best way to seep the Haki in would be to get beaten up a lot, or perhaps jump off a few Sky Islands." The pirate scratched his chin in thought, pondering on the possibilities. "Either way, it won't be a quick process but each level should drastically improve my overall structural integrity."
"Evolution out of the way, there's one last thing on the menu," he muttered.
Damien then took another deep breath, calming his excited heart. "Sibyl, assimilate the Underwater Breathing."
[Alright, the new ability will fuse into your DNA now.]
Damien closed his eyes, not sure what to expect.
"..."
Thirty seconds passed.
"Anytime now…"
[It's already done.]
Damien paused.
"Really? I don't feel anything?"
Sibyl explained immediately, [It's part of your being now, completely natural. Just try to imagine being underwater and breathing freely.]
Damien did so.
He felt his mind submerge under the dangerous waters of the ocean, the kryptonite of all devil fruit users.
And then they emerged!
Thin gills opened up around his throat. Slits of skin separating, opening gaps within.
Damien opened his eyes, walking toward a mirror: "Quite the peculiar sight."
He had officially taken in the {Underwater Breathing} skill and was now halfway to reaching the point of being immune to the Curse of the Sea!
Returning his psyche to land, his gills closing automatically, disappearing away. It was now a natural sense.
Damien stood up, stretching his body, feeling excess strength coursing through his veins leading to a familiar desire.
*Grumble*
"I'm hungry."
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[Later that Day]
*Burp*
Damien finished a hearty meal at the main eatery.
Hundreds of pirates were here and another one had arrived in front of him.
"What is it, Amber?"
The petite shadow lowered her head.
"The Captain and Shakky-sama are awaiting your presence," she said in a sharp voice.
Damien narrowed his eyes in thought. "Alright." The Sin Incarnate left for Skull Rock right away while muttering to himself, "No rest for the wicked…"
To Be Continued…
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Author's Corner.
As written in the Rework-Notes over a year ago, Indra's appearance was changed. In the original story, he was meant to be more of a side character but turned out to become something more so I had to devise some plot for him.
Now I wonder what Rocks has got for Damien to do...
Images are available on Discord alongside other niche details: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q
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[Skull Rock]
"Shakky-nee, you're here as well," Damien greeted.
The short-haired woman nodded in reply.
It was a rather cheerful greeting compared to the sickly grim nature of the Captain's Quarters housed in the giant mountain that was Skull Rock.
The two pirates were already used to the stench of death and despair; Rocks was also present, boringly gulping alcohol in the dimly lit room.
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"Damien-chan, I'm here to fill you in on the main target of the Captain," she said. "That is, the remaining top pirates. All of these have one thing in common: they can be found in the Government's World Threat Index."
She took a quick puff of her cigar and continued, "These are mainly Pryde D. Sol the 'Sin of Pride', Thaddeus 'Medulla' Enigma, 'Fallen Angel' Herja, 'Mad King' Gol D. Roger."
She paused for a second, "Though there are two others on that list they aren't a major threat to the Captain as they prefer to venture the seas alone."
Damien wrote the names down in his mind for future reference.
Rocks still looked bored—an indication for Shakky to resume her explanation. And she did: "Naturally, they all need to die."
These words brought a smile to Xebec's face.
"From these two, you've met Roger, the man who's already sailed much of the New World on his rather small crew—an impressive feat," she said.
"The other two of the highest importance are the Overlords."
The woman then further elaborated.
"Overlord: Thaddeus 'Medulla' Enigma."
"Eater of the Mind-Mind Fruit, a Paramecia-type ability that allows Enigma to control others' minds entirely. He can also use mental-type attacks that can erode your sanity. There is no defense from this attack besides having an indomitable mind found in Supreme Kings."
She went on to say, "He is also known as the 'Pirate Professor'."
"Using his astute mental faculties to master and comprehend the science of our world. His research is a priceless commodity in the Underworld, even the World Government wants to get their hands on it!"
She continued, "The biggest threat from this man is that he can control all his subordinates. As in there is no betrayal, no infiltration, no spying. Due to this, he can stay true to his name: an Enigma!"
Shakky then switched to the tog dog of the New World. "Overlord: Pryde D. Sol."
The woman narrowed her eyes as if recalling a hazy figure. "He ate an incredible fruit… a Paramecia which goes strikingly well with his arrogant personality as the 'Sin of Pride'."
The woman sighed, helplessly shrugging, "He rarely makes a move himself, allowing him to remain in a shroud of mystery, all I know is that with his ability, he can greatly superimpose his strength to reach absurd levels."
Rocks' face warped into one that was of slight interest, "Hmm, that fruit is indeed a little interesting; he can be left for last."
The Captain's words left Damien quite curious.
Shakky saw the look and smiled, "Many missions will be sent out to the higher-ups of our crew, each given a pirate group to take down."
These were an alarm to Damien, enough to make him both question his strength and also feel a tremor of excitement to duel stronger foes.
'Though I probably won't be given a great threat, right? Maybe one of the weaker ones…'
Damien's thought process was interrupted by the grizzly voice of Rocks.
"Xahaha! I can see through your little thoughts, brat. You're right, your target won't be that impressive, just go and take down that Enigma guy."
"..."
The young pirate paused to think, he knew that though Rocks seemed to put on an air of recklessness, he was highly intelligent.
Rocks answered his thoughts as if reading his mind.
"Hah, that brain guy is the weakest of them all, overly reliant on his Devil Fruit and letting his Haki dwindle; useless trash," he spat out in disgust.
Shakky nodded by the side. "Enigma's fruit has allowed him to gather a fully brainwashed army of around 50,000 soldiers across hundreds of ships, within his territory of the Mind Sea," she said.
Damien took in the info and aired his thoughts, "In other words… Enigma's greatest strength is also his greatest weakness."
Shakky beamed a smile while Rocks broke out in a crazed laugh.
"Xahahaha! That's right; just kill him first and all his little toys will fall apart."
Alas, Damien was left with a few thoughts and decided to convey them.
"I'll do it, but I need some time to train."
Rocks gazed at the young pirate before him. Damien's sharp eyes showed him everything he needed to know and it all boiled down to a reply of a manic laugh.
"Xahahaha! Looks like that fire inside of you still burns bright… very well, you have half a year to depart to sea," he said in his usual hoarse voice. "Take Kaido and your new division mate as well, it's best they don't fall behind."
The captain's tone quickly grew bored, waving his subordinates away.
Damien and Shakky took the cue and began their long walk down the long spiraling staircase.
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"Shakky-nee, I need a favour," Damien asked.
"Whatever you need, Damien-chan. Well, maybe not the naughty-naughty~" she charmingly whispered.
Damien was already immune to her teasing and paid it no mind. "My Observation Haki… I feel like I'm very close to seeing something far beyond my senses."
Shakky hummed by the side as if telling him to go on.
"From what I can see, your strongest suit lies in Observation, I hope you can help me reach that next step."
Shakky smiled at the youthful pirate, "Oh, just that? No problemo~ I don't have much to do here anyway, plus I do have some ideas that can help you with that. Though it won't be painless…"
Damien nodded thankfully. He didn't like asking for handouts, if Shakky needed help in the future, he would surely aid her.
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"This is less complicated training than I thought," Damien muttered as he stood in the forest surrounded by tall trees.
He was blindfolded.
His ears were clogged with cotton.
His nose was stuffed the same.
His skin was doused with some special sap that numbed his nerves.
Even his taste was lost from the numbing sensations.
All his senses were forcefully shut down!
Damien stood in the center of a clearing, surrounded by lush forest. He even stopped exercising his Voice of All Living Things. It felt suffocating to be deprived of all your senses, enough to make even the most resolute go mad!
*Bang*
It wasn't a sound he could hear, rather he could feel.
A bullet came rushing down the side and towards his lower chest. It was an easy dodge as they skidded past his body.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
Dozens of bullets soon shot out from all directions, and the difficulty greatly increased.
Damien's eyebrows furrowed as he felt the changes in the air around him with his Haki. 'They aren't all traveling at the same speed?' he thought.
His rather tall body moved in quick steps, swishing through the air.
Damien moved incredibly fast, his body disappearing and reappearing in many different locations.
Yet the bullets still hit him in many places, displaying their magical nature.
'It stings…'
Damien groaned as he grabbed his bleeding arm.
'Piercing round?' he thought to himself.
Another alert went off in his head and he felt heat coming.
Boom!
Damien jumped up last second as the tree behind him exploded into innumerable pieces, leaving a mess behind.
Another flame quickly tingled his senses, not giving him a moment of rest.
Damien danced through the forest as a fire began to build up in his wake.
Tens of minutes passed as Damien jumped from tree to tree, fully spanning his Observation to see as much as possible.
The layout of the forest was already 'visible' in his mind.
Yet the bullets that shot toward him only got faster. Whether they were explosive, piercing, or incendiary rounds, they all came. Some even mixed in as a single bullet!
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'I got the hang of it–'
Damien's thought process was abruptly halted as he felt a small window open behind him.
Boom!
An explosion rattled his back as a magically appearing bullet made its debut. Damien couldn't even think as ten more such portals opened up around him.
Boom! *Bang!* Kaboom!
Explosions chained through the forest as the young pirate was overwhelmed with the hot projectiles.
'Too much chaos… I can't see anything!'
Damien's Observation couldn't keep up with the portals that opened up only a few odd inches from his body. Beyond that, the cover of fire and heat made it impossible to even grab a footing.
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"Ufufu~ We're only just getting started," Shakky muttered from a small hill, overlooking the spectacle below.
One hand grasping a cigar, the other, a pistol.
The weapon was spit-firing rounds into the air, the bullets ranged from a variety of colours, though every one of them was covered in a purple bubble.
As the bullets left the gun, they were encircled with a purple portal, warping them from the hill and right onto Damien's core. It was quite the training.
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[The Following Day]
Damien woke up after an eight-hour snooze.
*Crack*
His joints cracked from the movements, a satisfying wake-up stretch. The young pirate threw on his usual attire and peered out his balcony.
A dull smell of blood remained from the earlier debacle with him becoming a Division Commander.
"Fourth Division Commander," he muttered. "Not much of a division…"
Damien let out a chuckle at the thought of the numbers at his disposal. Recalling the current overlay of the Rocks Pirates.
Whitebeard's D-1 had 600 troops.
Shiki's D-2 had 5400 troops.
Charlotte Linlin's D-3 had 4700 troops.
Damien's D-4 had 2 personnel.
Silver Axe's D-5 had 2000 troops.
D-6 had 4300 troops.
D-7 had 5000 troops.
Captain John's D-8 has 5000 troops.
Shakky's D-9 had 50 personnel.
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Silver Axe had already assumed full control over his Division, much to Rocks' satisfaction.
Even the non-commander-led divisions, the sixth and seventh, had a huge number of fresh meat sent in.
Rocks didn't have any outstanding pirates there as of now. Rather he threw some recruits into a single group, hoping a powerful pirate would appear, if not, then they could die for all he cared.
Kaido remained a plausible choice but required more training.
Speaking of hierarchy, there was one in terms of the entire crew as well. It wasn't created by any one person but rather circulated by the pirates of Hachinosu themselves.
ROCKS PIRATES GRAND FLEET:
1) The Supreme Leader of the Rocks Pirates – Rocks D. Xebec.
2) The Three Titans – Whitebeard, Shiki, Charlotte Linlin.
3) The Four Tragedies – Captain John, Shakuyaku, Damien, Silver Axe.
4) The Ruins – Kaido, Shiki's Commanders.
5) The Fiends – Elite Infantry.
6) The Forsaken – Mid-Level Foot-soldiers.
7) The Condemned – Low-Level Foot-soldiers.
OTHER:
i) The Ravens – Shakky's Informant Network.
ii) The Rogues – Shakky's Surveillance Force (Overlook the pirates in the crew, finding traitors or other nuisances).
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The hierarchy was put together for a defined structure. And mostly because it was the basis used to provide homes at Hachinosu.
The Condemned lived at the shore while the Fiends only lived at the very edge of the main pirate city. Mainly so that if the Navy or an opposing pirate fleet comes, these pirates would become literal cannon fodders.
The amusing thing was Kaido's position.
Damien had a good laugh every morning just thinking about the brooding giant who was determined to keep destroying things till he too became a Tragedy.
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"Yo, Indra," Damien casually greeted. "Looks like you're here bright and early."
The man in question was standing down below, his dark eyes peering at his now-Commander. He didn't reply, just nodded in return.
The Sin Incarnate felt quite comfortable having a pirate near him at Hachinosu who wasn't constantly howling and fighting. However, there was a topic he wanted to visit.
"Show me your weapon."
Indra unsheathed his blade without hesitation and handed it to Damien, who had appeared only a few meters in front of him.
The commanding pirate glanced at the blade. "Hmm, it's well-honed but awfully fragile…" Just by exercising a little strength on the blade, it was creaking.
*Stab*
Damien stuck the blade into the red soil beneath him, much to Indra's confusion.
He then reached into his regal coat and pulled out another sheathed blade.
It was a mischievous blade, dark and stormy at first glance. The sword was held in Damien's hands gaining Indra's attention.
"I won this weapon off of a loser in West Blue years ago," Damien enlightened him.
Shing!
The blade sliced the air as it was unleashed from its cover.
"One of the 21 Great Grade Swords: Kyōran."
The morning sun reflected off the blade, seemingly letting out a soft hum from its purple design.
[Kyōran Image (in Discord)]
Indra was captivated by the weapon in his commander's hands, a certain part of him wanting to reach out. Damien didn't put on airs, casually throwing it away.
"Take it," he said. "I don't need my only subordinate to walk around with such a brittle weapon."
Indra's hand tightly held the weapon and scabbard, feeling his new sword. The swordsman lowered his head, "I won't let you down."
Damien's eyes scanned the pirate with new interest.
He saw it. A gleam of ambition passed through Indra's eyes as he held the new treasured blade.
It was a thirst for strength and power. That's what Damien needed. A sharp sword at his disposal.
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Time began to run on without stopping.
Damien continued his training day-in-and-day-out under the continuous hail of teleporting bullets. Slowly but surely, beginning to 'see' where they would appear next.
It would begin as a small window, expanding further and further. And like that, months went on by.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Corner.
Bit of a set-up chapter, not just for the coming arc but future arcs down the line.
Images are available on Discord alongside other niche details: https://discord.gg/aJHHHPvb6q
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