(*This one is for all you man who want this guy to be some OP-killing machine*)
We had stopped the ship at an island, after receiving news that the criminal was just a low-level pirate called Buggy D Clown, honestly was this guy even a D? We told Sengoku we couldn't be asked and were given a 3 month holiday, we harbored at the island and this was even more fun than the training rooms, we could smash anything, defeat wild animals, occasionally I sparred with Smoker And Tashigi.
3 months later...
Stats:
Strength: SS
Stamina: S
Speed: SS
Haki: SS
Sword: SSS
Defence: S
DF: Oki-sa Oki-sa no mi
DF Mastery: 300/500 Maximum Increase = 200x
Moves: Gravi-smash, Gravi Wreck, Gravi Death, Weight Loss, Baloon, 0kg, Blink, Blink and slash, Blink-dash-slash-gravi-smash combo. More combat moves in the fight scenes...
Swords: Shisui(200/300) Nidai Kitetsu(300/300) Sandai Kitetsu(275/300) 3 sword style(225/300)
Haki: Advanced armament + emission, Excellent observation, Excellent conquerors
Occupation: Marine
B$: 700,000,000- Marine Salary = B$120,000,000 per year for now
The serene island, where the soothing rustle of palm leaves and the gentle lap of the waves had accompanied our days of respite, signaled the end of our vacation and the return to the unpredictable seas. The Marine Rapid Rescue unit, refreshed and invigorated from our training, stood ready for the next chapter of our journey.
The ship, once a haven of relaxation, transformed into a bustling hub of activity. The crew moved with purpose, their camaraderie and efficiency echoing the discipline instilled by our recent training. The idyllic interlude had served its purpose – now, we were back in business.
As the Rear Admiral, I gathered the crew on the deck, my voice carrying the weight of authority. "Our vacation ends here. The seas beckon, and we answer the call. The rapid rescue unit is back in action!"
A cheer erupted from the crew, a collective acknowledgment that our resolute mission to maintain order on the seas continued unabated. The ship set sail, cutting through the waves with a renewed sense of purpose.
In the confines of my cabin, Tashigi and I reviewed our new mission parameters. We were granted full free-roam abilities across the sea, empowered to capture and, if necessary, eliminate any pirate threat that crossed our path. Headquarters would provide recommendations of strong, unruly pirates whose activities demanded our immediate attention.
The weight of our responsibilities lingered in the air, and as we set sail, the horizon became an expansive canvas of possibilities. The sea, once a source of tranquility, now held the promise of challenges and confrontations.
Tashigi and I had grown closer during our time together – a shared commitment to justice and the rigors of training had forged a bond that transcended the boundaries of comradeship. Our connection was evident, and as a testament to the evolving dynamics, we occasionally shared the same room.
Gossip rippled through the ship like a current, speculating on the nature of our relationship. The crew, always observant, whispered about the Rear Admiral and the Captain, their theories giving rise to a tapestry of intrigue. The rumors, fueled by the subtle nuances in our interactions, added a layer of complexity to the ship's dynamic.
As we sailed, the open sea embraced us, and the ship became a mobile fortress of justice. Recommendations from headquarters guided our pursuit, and each encounter with a notorious pirate became a test of our mettle. The ship's cannons roared, cutting through the air, as we executed our mission with unwavering precision.
Amidst the rhythmic hum of the ship's engines and the salty breeze that swept across the deck, I found solace in the bond that had grown among us as in Smoker, Tashigi and I. Together, we had evolved into a formidable triumvirate, each one of us honing our skills through countless trials and challenges.
Our relentless pursuit of justice across the seas had transformed us into powerful individuals, each contributing a unique set of strengths to the collective might of the Marine rapid rescue unit. Tashigi's unwavering dedication to justice and her mastery of the blade, combined with Smoker's unyielding determination and control over the mysterious powers of his Devil Fruit, created a synergy that was both awe-inspiring and effective.
The crew looked up to us not just as leaders but as living embodiments of the Marine spirit. Our presence on the ship instilled confidence and determination in the hearts of every Marine under our command. The once-idle gossip about us had transformed into whispers of admiration and respect.
Our training sessions became legendary events, where Tashigi's sword clashed with mine, the metallic ring echoing across the ship as we tested each other's limits. Smoker's control over his Devil Fruit powers became a spectacle, inspiring the crew to push their boundaries in pursuit of strength.
Our camaraderie, born from shared battles and the crucible of the Grand Line, manifested as a powerful force. Tashigi and I, once comrades in arms, found ourselves not only sharing the same room but also sharing a mutual understanding that transcended mere duty. Despite Smoker's gruff exterior, he had become an indispensable ally, his loyalty to justice unwavering.
As the ship sailed through the unpredictable seas, our triumvirate stood at the forefront, our gaze fixed on the horizon. The challenges that awaited were formidable, but with each passing encounter, we grew stronger, our strengths merging into a force to be reckoned with.
The crew, witnessing the evolution of their leaders, trained with newfound vigor and determination. The ship, once a vessel of order and justice, had become a symbol of the indomitable spirit that fueled the Marine rapid rescue unit.