"My child, just a little longer. Soon, you will be born," whispered a voice, gentle yet laden with anticipation.

Ace struggled to open his eyes, greeted by the warmth of surrounding waters enveloping him.

"This...this is..."

Ace attempted to speak, but found his voice stifled, trapped within the confines of his yet-unborn form.

Turning his gaze slightly, Ace's surprise deepened as he realized his situation: reborn, but still within the womb.

"My child, your father is the Pirate King Gol D. Roger. As his son, you can endure this, can't you? Soon, very soon, you will join us in this world," whispered another voice, filled with maternal love and determination.

These whispers, like gentle waves, stirred Ace's heart.

One Piece? Gol D. Roger? Have I traversed through time to inhabit the life of Ace, as named in my previous existence?

The whispers continued, revealing the sacrifice of Portgas D. Rouge, who clung to life for twenty months to safeguard her unborn child from the Navy's pursuit of the Pirate King's bloodline.

Ace's mature consciousness trapped in an unborn body - a poignant reminder of the paradoxical nature of his rebirth.

Reflecting on Ace's past life, possessing innate powers akin to the Flame-Flame Fruit, yet lacking the ambition and drive befitting his potential. His demise under Akainu's magma fist, a testament to lost opportunities and unrealized greatness.

Fire abilities, once awe-inspiring, diminished over time, relegated to mere embers in the vast sea of power.

But now, armed with foreknowledge and unparalleled understanding, Ace could forge a new destiny.

In contemplation, Ace's thoughts drifted to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the venerable captain of the Seireitei Gotei 13. His flames, as fierce as the sun's core, crowned him the most formidable Shinigami in millennia.

Even when stripped of his Zanpakutō Ryūjin Jakka, Yamamoto's might was undiminished, his Hadō Ittō Kasō a testament to the true essence of fire.

As Ace pondered the parallels of power and legacy, his world shifted abruptly.

…As Ace's vision dimmed, the world transformed. The comforting embrace of the ocean's womb gave way to the desolation of a city's ruins. He lay at the heart of destruction, cradled in the arms of a shattered world.

"I will not grant you the mercy of life, for your existence is etched into the annals of Seireitei, Yamamoto Genryusai. Your fate is sealed by my blade," a voice, devoid of warmth, echoed through the ruins.

Lifting his head with great effort, Ace's gaze met the figure of a man clad in white, a sword in hand, approaching with the inevitability of death itself. "Aizen?!" Recognition dawned, bringing with it a surge of shock.

In a moment of instinctual defiance, Ace's hand latched onto Aizen's foot, a gesture fueled by ancestral memory, prompting a reaction from both parties.

Dark red cracks marred Ace's burnt arm, a manifestation of forbidden power.

As Aizen's eyes widened in realization, Ace's mind raced, connecting the dots between past and present, forging a new understanding.

As Aizen's eyes trembled, a hint of recognition flickered within them, mingled with a trace of fear. "This...this is a forbidden technique, one that requires sacrifice to unleash its power. No. 96, the blade that rends reality..." Aizen's voice faltered as realization dawned upon him.

"Itto Kaso!" Ace's voice thundered with authority, his command echoing through the ruins.

The air crackled with anticipation as Ace channeled his will, invoking the forbidden technique.

With a deafening roar, flames erupted from Ace's charred arm, coalescing into a towering inferno that consumed everything in its path.

The searing heat distorted the very fabric of reality, casting a crimson hue over the desolate landscape.

The flames soared into the sky, a testament to Ace's newfound power and determination.

In that moment, Ace stood as the embodiment of raw potential, his resolve unyielding, his spirit aflame with purpose.

As the flames subsided, leaving behind a scorched crater, Ace's gaze remained steadfast, his mind aflame with newfound understanding.

"Your understanding is incredible," whispered a voice, ethereal yet resolute. "Through visualization, you have grasped the essence and forged your unique technique—Ittō Kasō!."

"Your comprehension is unparalleled. Guided by the whispers of Portgas D. Rouge, you have mastered the language of the 'One Piece' world."

Ace's heart swelled with pride and determination, his gaze fixed upon the horizon.

With each passing moment, he grew ever closer to his destiny, fueled by the fire of his ambition and the knowledge of worlds beyond.

The echoes of his past life reverberated within him, guiding his steps along the path of greatness.

As the ruins faded into the distance, Ace's journey had only just begun, his fate intertwined with the threads of destiny.

And in that moment, amidst the ashes of the past, a new legend was born.