"Flame Ring - Blue Hole!"...
"Your understanding is incredible, from watching Garp's -'Blue Hole', you have derived 'Flame Ring –Blue Hole' – the perfect combination of Conqueror's haki infusion and Flame fruit"
- the perfect combination of Conqueror's haki infusion and Flame fruit? ...
It's really a surprising skill. ..
Flame Ring - Blue Hole, this is the power that can be perfectly combined and exerted by his two strongest powers at present, the flame fruit and the Conqueror's haki - infusion.
Even among the sea's legends, wielding Conqueror's Haki as a weapon is a feat few can claim. Its fusion with the essence of a natural devil fruit is a mastery that stands on the pinnacle of power. The challenge of enveloping one's physical weapons in Conqueror's Haki is trivial compared to the art of harmonizing it with the elements, unleashing a force of a different echelon.
This power,'Blue Hole,'is second only to his own sword's cremation technique, Hado 96- Itto Kaso, —a spell that summons a towering inferno in the shape of a katana's tip.
As Conqueror's Haki surges, so does the potential of Blue Hole, promising to shatter the flame fruit's natural confines.
Ace reveled in this newfound prowess, the key to his ascension as the sea's paramount force.
"Hey, Ace, have ya truly grasped this power?" Garp's voice quivered, laden with a mix of astonishment and skepticism.
Garp's disbelief lingered, yet Ace responded not with words but with a nonchalant twirl of his Conqueror's Haki around his little finger, an act as trivial as ear cleaning, yet executed with a precision that belied its simplicity.
Garp stood speechless, his voice lost to the winds. The sacred power that many sought in vain was being squandered by Ace on such a frivolous task, a power most could only yearn for in their wildest dreams.
With a heavy heart and a rueful chuckle, Garp conceded to the undeniable truth. Ace had mastered the Conqueror's Haki Infusion to a degree of finesse that allowed him to manipulate it with the ease of a single-wheel control, surpassing even Garp.
Such mastery over Conqueror's Haki was astounding. Garp's vision for Ace's future was uncertain, but one thing stood clear: Ace was destined to reach heights beyond Garp's own. Yet, Garp's determination was unshaken—Ace must be steered towards the marines.
"Ace, witness the grandeur of Grandpa's power. Now, tell me, lad, will ya join me and don the marine's coat?" Garp beamed, hopeful.
"Ne, oyaji, you said you'd teach this power if I enlisted, right?" Ace pointed to the swirling Conqueror's Haki in his grasp.
Garp nodded, a proud affirmation.
"I've learned it now, yeah?" Ace pushed further.
Another nod from Garp.
"Then what's the point in becoming a marine?" Ace's retort was sharp and playful.
Garp's nods continued, unwittingly, until realization dawned upon him.
What had he done!
Clasping his chest, Garp felt a twinge of regret. Why had he unveiled his Conqueror's Infusion? Beyond luring Ace onto a noble path, Garp wanted to show the vastness of the sea—a realm so colossal that even he and the legendary Roger were mere voyagers upon its tides.
The most vital lesson, though, was the Conqueror's Haki Infusion itself. Garp had believed Ace's ascent to such power would grant him years to shape the boy within the navy's disciplined ranks.
But Ace was no ordinary talent; he was a phenomenon who grasped the mightiest force of the seas with a mere glance.
The trajectory of events had veered off course.
"I've made up my mind; I'm setting sail as a pirate!"
Seeing Garp beginning to doubt life, Ace felt the need to inspire the old man.
After all, Garp doesn't have much time for vacation, so he must make the most of it. ...
"You jest, Ace!" Garp's voice rose with urgency.
If Ace, endowed with such extraordinary gifts, chose the path of piracy, would his saga not eclipse even that of his father?
The specter of Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, loomed large. Ace's potential, a blazing comet across the sea, threatened to outshine even his father's legend.
"This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!" Garp's resolve solidified. Duty clashed with affection, and the sea churned beneath their feet.