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One Piece: Legend Slayer

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The moon hung high over the Grand Line, casting a pale light across the endless sea. The waves rolled gently, a temporary peace masking the dangers lurking beneath the surface. Standing at the edge of a rugged cliff, a young man watched the horizon with a gaze sharp as a blade. Ivar had always known his fate. From the moment he could walk, he had felt it—a pull, a deep instinct gnawing at his very core. He was born to hunt. Not animals or men, but something far greater: the legends of the sea. The world was full of them. Creatures spoken of in hushed whispers, figures of myth that made even the fiercest pirates tremble. Some were real, others were just stories. But to Ivar, they were all prey. And every legend had a price. His grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the waters. He could feel the weight of his weapon strapped across his back, the scythe with a chain he had crafted himself, perfected through years of training. His muscles tensed in anticipation, ready to spring into action at any moment. He wasn’t like the fools who chased after treasure or power. For him, it was about the hunt—the thrill of outsmarting the impossible and taking what others believed untouchable. Legends. Trophies. Power. Ivar would claim them all. A faint wind stirred, carrying with it the scent of salt and adventure. He smirked to himself. The sea was vast, dangerous, and filled with challenges—but that only made the hunt more thrilling. There were Sea Kings to be slain, Poneglyphs to unearth, and even the mighty Yonkos and Admirals, men who ruled the sea like gods. One day, their heads would hang as his trophies, proof of his dominance. But before all that, there was a different kind of prey to be found. Rumors had reached his ears of ancient islands, home to relics and secrets that had been lost to time. Skypiea, the legendary land in the sky, had once been no more than a myth. But now the bell had rung, and the world knew it was real. A low chuckle escaped him. The hunt was calling him once again, and this time, the sky itself would be his battlefield. He turned, stepping away from the edge of the cliff, his mind already focused on the next challenge. His path was clear—he would hunt down the legends, claim their power, and sell them to the highest bidder. Every myth, every creature, every king. They were all just prey in his eyes. The sea trembled beneath him, but Ivar was unshaken. He was a hunter, born and bred, and the world was about to learn what that meant. The hunt had begun.
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Chapter 1 - The First Trophy

On Jaya Island, Grand Line, a young hunter was preparing for a rather strange quest.

The young man was remarkably handsome with some unusual features, such as his grey eyes and height, standing at three meters tall despite being just twenty-one years old.

His weapon was anything but common as well, as he held what looked like a scythe with a chain connected to its lower end.

His well-defined muscles throbbed as he sped deep into the ancient forest. He was concentrating ahead but seemingly aware of his surroundings at the same time, navigating the terrain with ease.

His speed was nothing to scoff at either, as his feet left deep marks on the ground and the trees wherever they happened to land with each step.

He didn't run for long, though, as he had already spotted his prey. Just ahead, there was an ugly creature speeding into the distance. It was a half-fish, half-bird, a strange combination that was anything but pleasant to the eye.

It was a Sea King that normally hid in the sea where it resided, but sometimes it would come out and intrude on the island, specifically into this thick forest.

Ivar didn't know exactly why, but from his observations, he always felt like it was running from something.

But he didn't actually care. He was hell-bent on slaying it to fulfill his late father's test and finally be able to venture out to the sea.

He didn't really like his father, as he was a stubborn son of a bitch who had nothing in his mind other than hunting pirates, but he respected him greatly for his strength and teachings.

Pushing the distracting thoughts down, Ivar took a detour and headed to the South. It was a strange move, as the beast was still heading east.

But Ivar knew that catching a flying beast by just running after it was a fool's dream, so he was taking a shortcut of sorts. Just ahead was a steep cliff overlooking an unexplored part of the island, as there was no easy way to get there.

Ivar himself had tried to explore the place, but he always retreated because of the steep cliffs surrounding it on all sides. Coupled with its hard but smooth rocks, it was damn near impossible to go down or back up.

Unless you could fly, of course, just like the damned monstrosity up ahead. Thinking of this made a huge grin form on his face.

"I'll get your head this time, bastard!"

Just as Ivar was a few moments away from the edge, the beast unexpectedly did a sharp turn in the air, flapped its wings to gain altitude and speed, and then took a nose dive to the center of the hole surrounded by cliffs in the forest shortly after.

Taking the scythe from his back, Ivar jumped off without the slightest hesitation, the grin on his face never faltering.

"I created this weapon, trained with it for a couple of years, just for you, damned bastard! So be grateful! HiHaHaHa!"

With a crazed laugh, he threw the scythe forward in perfect timing, just for it to embed itself in the beast's flesh.

The beast got enraged and started swinging its tail violently, nearly killing Ivar in the process.

But Ivar had already anticipated this. While concentrating, he could see the beast's movements in slow motion, dodging with ease.

In truth, overpowering the beast was never a problem for him. The strength he could exert with his body was immense, and even though his appearance didn't scream stealth, he was actually a speed-oriented fighter.

He had learned how to track, chase, and corner his prey from the young age of five. His father had taught him something called Observation Haki, which he had mastered after years of training.

His father had hunted pirates in the New World, and according to his words, he needed to at least master a type of Haki if he wanted to survive and thrive there.

Ivar took this to heart and learned the only type of Haki his father knew and could teach.

He was a hunter, in body and soul, a born predator in instinct and drive, so this power suited him perfectly.

Predicting the chaotic, uncoordinated attacks of the beast was a piece of cake, but actually staying in the air to take advantage of his superior agility was the problem.

But not this time. Just as the scythe blade was embedded in the beast's flesh, Ivar caught the other end of the chain, using his hands to pull himself left and right, dodging the incoming attacks in the process.

"HiHaHaHaHa!" Feeling the wind on his face, the adrenaline rush, the thrill of battle, and knowing the fact that he could die at any moment with the smallest mistake, Ivar couldn't help but laugh like a maniac.

It wasn't long before the beast neared the ground. It couldn't fly back up earlier because of its falling momentum and its huge body preventing it from changing its trajectory quickly.

But in the short time spent battling Ivar, it had slowed its descent enough to fly up again. This was exactly the moment Ivar had been waiting for.

He couldn't kill the beast while it was up in the air, as he would fall to his death afterward. But at this moment, they were very close to the ground, so he didn't hesitate.

With a small nudge, Ivar pulled himself toward the beast and sent a wave along the chain that separated the scythe blade from the beast's flesh.

Finding himself propelled into the sky, he caught the scythe mid-air as he concentrated whatever strength he could muster, his muscles bulging slightly.

"Give me your head, damned beast! HiHaHaHaHa!" With a final laugh, he launched his attack—a swift strike that didn't seem to do much for a moment, only to separate the beast's head from its body a second later.