The air within Marineford seemed to carry a somber weight as I approached the holding cell that housed Ace. The iron bars served as a stark reminder of the captivity that bound him. As I stepped into the dimly lit chamber, Ace's eyes, clouded with a mixture of despair and resignation, met mine.
"Save your breath, Marine," he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of countless struggles. "No one's coming to rescue me. Why die for someone as useless as me anyway?"
Ace's words hung in the air, heavy with the burden of self-perceived inadequacy. The echoes of his despondency reverberated within the confined space, creating a dissonant symphony of despair. I observed him silently, recognizing the complexities that intertwined with the legacy he bore.
"You were born to die," I responded, the words carrying a stoic certainty. "Perhaps you found moments of happiness with Whitebeard, but, Ace, you've always been cursed. The shadow of death follows you, claiming those who care about you."
Ace's eyes, once filled with a fiery resolve, now held only a flicker of dimmed hope. The weight of his past actions, the consequences of a destiny entwined with Gol D. Roger's lineage, bore heavily upon him. I spoke with a detachment that mirrored the impartiality of justice, yet beneath the surface, there lingered a trace of empathy for a man shackled by his own existence.
Leaving Ace to his thoughts, I made my way to the training room, a sanctum where the clash of steel and the echoes of resolve resonated in tandem. The medallion, a conduit for accelerated growth, hung around my neck. With a profound understanding of the challenges that lay ahead, I immersed myself in rigorous training, utilizing the powers granted by the Oki-sa Oki-sa no Mi to manipulate the force of gravity.
Under the oppressive force of increased gravity, each movement became a testament to resilience and determination. The clang of swords, the rhythmic footfalls, and the relentless pursuit of mastery blended into a symphony of discipline. The medallion, a catalyst that condensed time itself, transformed each day of training into the crucible of a week.
Days melted into nights as I honed my skills, pushing the boundaries of physical and mental endurance. The constant clash of blades echoed through the training room, a manifestation of the unwavering commitment to prepare for the impending storm. The medallion's magic became a conduit for accelerated growth, compressing time to forge a warrior resilient to the trials that awaited on the horizon.
As the weeks condensed into days, my body bore the scars of relentless training, a testament to the ceaseless pursuit of strength. The medallion, a silent witness to the sacrifices made in the crucible of self-improvement, hung as a symbol of unwavering resolve.
With each passing moment, the weight of the impending war pressed upon my shoulders. The echoes of Ace's despair lingered, a haunting melody underscoring the urgency of the preparations. The training room became a sanctuary, a realm where the clash of steel and the resonance of resolve intertwined—a prelude to the tempest that loomed on the seas.
In the heart of Marineford, the training room became a crucible of transformation, where the cacophony of clashing swords and the echoes of determination reverberated through the air. As I delved deeper into the intensity of swordsmanship training, the atmosphere crackled with the fervor of each strike, each movement.
The room was a battleground, strewn with the remnants of countless straw dummies, their forms contorted and shredded by the relentless assault of my blades. The straw, a feeble substitute for the adversaries that awaited on the battlefield, bore witness to the unyielding dedication that fueled my every strike.
With each swing, the blades cleaved through the air, leaving behind a trail of displaced straw and the indomitable force of the Oki-sa Oki-sa no Mi. The power that had once been amplified to 150x now surged to an unprecedented 300x, a testament to the relentless pursuit of strength. The very fabric of gravity yielded to my command, an extension of the will that sought to surpass the limits of mortal prowess.
The practice dummies, now reduced to scattered fragments, bore the brunt of an intensity that transcended the physical realm. Each strike, a manifestation of the determination etched into every fiber of my being, resonated with an otherworldly force. The air itself seemed to quiver under the weight of the Oki-sa powers, a gravitational force that mirrored the impending gravity of the battles that lay ahead.
Amidst the training, the medallion hung as a conduit between the realms of ordinary and extraordinary. The temporal distortion it bestowed allowed for a compression of time, turning days into weeks and weeks into months in the span of relentless practice. The clangor of blades became a symphony of growth, an unyielding melody that reverberated through the confines of Marineford.
As I pushed the boundaries of physical and mental endurance, the very air seemed to vibrate with an unseen energy. The Oki-sa powers, now amplified to an unprecedented degree, transcended the limits of conventional understanding. The gravitational force became a companion, an ally in the pursuit of mastery.
The room bore the marks of an arduous journey—a testament to the ceaseless dedication that fueled the ascent toward unparalleled strength. In the crucible of the training room, I sculpted myself into a warrior whose resolve echoed not only in the clash of blades but also in the very fabric of the air. The impending war, with all its uncertainties, became a canvas upon which the echoes of resolve painted a tapestry of unwavering determination.
1 month later:
(*I know one month is kind of unrealistic, why has no one reached Ace yet, I jus felt like i needed him to up his stats right now, also here is the ranking system by the way, D,C, B, A, AA, S,SS, SSS, O, OO,OOO, OP*)
Stats:
Strength: O
Stamina: SSS
Speed: O
Haki: SSS
Sword: O
Defence: SSS
DF: Oki-sa Oki-sa no mi
DF Mastery: 350/500 Maximum Increase = 250x
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: Shodai(175/300) Nidai Kitetsu(300/300) Sandai Kitetsu(300/300) 3 sword style(300/300)
Haki: Legendary armament + emission, Legendary observation, Advanced conquerors
Occupation: Marine
B$: 700,000,000- Marine Salary = B$1,200,000,000 per year for now