The Boy[One Piece Remake]

A small boat drifted aimlessly across the vast expanse of the ocean. This modest vessel featured an attachment for provisions—an assortment of foods and supplies—that lay untouched under the gentle sway of the waves. Reclined within the boat was a boy with striking spiky black hair and penetrating black eyes. He wore a blue kimono adorned with an intricate floral pattern; its open front revealed a chiseled torso marked by a distinct cut, a testament to some past encounter. His kimono pants, rendered in black, bore the signs of wear and tear, with ragged edges suggesting they had been singed in flames or shredded during a skirmish. A coat, draped loosely around his waist, offered further coverage, contrasting with the vibrant blue of his attire. He wore traditional sandals, complementing the rest of his ensemble, yet his demeanor was less reflective of a warrior's readiness and more akin to that of a slumbering child, as he clutched a sword tightly while snoring softly.

Cutting to another scene, a woman emerged, sprinting through a bustling village, her white cropped shirt with long sleeves fluttering with each hurried step. Brown pants and sturdy black boots enveloped her legs, but her focus was relentless, for she was being pursued by a contingent of Marines. Her escape was abruptly halted when she collided with a massive figure—an individual whose impressive physique showcased well-defined abs. Surprised, she looked up into the face of her unexpected obstruction, an expression of disappointment crossing her features.

Meanwhile, the boy remained asleep on his boat, still grasping his sword in the fading light. Suddenly, the vessel jolted, having made contact with land. The scene shifted to the shore, revealing a man clad in a green tank top and black pants, high grey boots accentuating his stature. Observing the boy with a mix of intrigue and skepticism, he seemed less impressed by the boy himself than by the blade that rested within his grasp.

The narrative continued, transitioning to a gathering of high-ranking Marines seated at a table, their faces contorted with displeasure. "Eight hundred years," one Marine exclaimed, his voice laced with a simmering rage. "The World Government has maintained its presence for eight centuries, and yet we cannot subdue a mere fourteen-year-old boy who lacks any semblance of control over his abilities!" Another Marine interjected, a hint of exasperation in his tone, "I, for one, am deeply disappointed in our forces. Despite this, we must discuss who will be tasked with apprehending him." The enraged Marine's gaze shifted downward, his eyes scanning a set of papers before him. Upon the parchment was the name of a female Marine.

Finally, we return to the boy on the boat, who gradually awakens in a cozy bed, pulling himself from the depths of slumber. He stretches and yawns, sitting up with the sword still clutched tightly in his hand. As his surroundings come into focus, he notices a man staring intently at him. Instinctively, the boy assumes a fighting stance, while the man, dressed in a green tank top, rises from his seat with his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "I'm not your enemy," he reassures.

With cautiousness giving way to relief, the boy relaxes his grip on the blade. "I'm Rhys. Nice to meet you!" he says, the sincerity of his smile lighting up his face. Outside, the raging waves crash against the deck of a marine warship, where a woman stands poised and authoritative. She wears heels and sleek black pants secured with a utility belt, a red button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, and a flowing marine cloak. Her brown hair frames her face, contrasting with her watchful brown eyes. Next to her, a small girl, reminiscent of an exuberant eight-year-old despite sharing Rhys's age, fidgets. The girl sports blue and white pigtails adorned with colorful fans—red, yellow, and green. Clad in a blue marine suit and a dark blue skirt with white and blue patterned socks, she also wears a miniature marine cloak.

"Do you really think a little kid poses such a significant threat to the World Government?" she chimes, her tone incredulous. The woman responds, "Don't call him a kid. You and he are the same age, after all. And yes, if they think so, I do too." The brown-haired woman turns to the ship's crew and states, "We shall reach our destination in a few hours."

Soon, we find Rhys, a bag slung around his neck reminiscent of Luffy's from Sabaody. Each step he takes causes the bag to jingle, a sound of hidden treasures. As Rhys approaches the man in the green tank top, he stops before him, curiosity etched on his face. "Hey, I never got your name," he inquires. 

While inspecting Rhys's katana, the man replies, "Oh, my bad!" He straightens his posture and runs a hand through his hair, revealing a dashing smile. "The name's Kentarou Tetsubara, the most promising swordsmith of the century and the founder of the Tetsubara Series." His pride is palpable.

Kentarou's attention shifts to Rhys's oversized backpack. "What's in the bag?" he asks. Rhys, with an air of excitement, puts the bag down, revealing hundreds upon hundreds of Beli. Kentarou's eyes widen, sparkling with delight at the sight of the bounty. "It's all the money my family had. I took it when I ran away," Rhys confesses. 

"Hey, Rhys! I have a friend coming who will take you into the city for some shopping," Kentarou says just as the sound of his name is shouted from off-screen. The woman from earlier bursts onto the scene, now dressed in a cropped shirt with long sleeves, brown pants, and sturdy black boots, her hair and clothes soaked through. "I had to jump into the ocean to get away from Kenta!" she exclaims, her breath heavy with exertion. 

"Uhm, Rhys," Kentarou says, placing a reassuring hand on Rhys's shoulder. "Allow me to present Maria Spatria. Maria, this is Rhys, the boy I told you about." 

Maria groans in exaggerated agony. "She will give you a tour of Loire," Kentarou adds, his excitement infectious.

The scene unfolded as the marine women finally landed on the shores of Loire. A little girl with blue and white hair sniffed the air, blushing with excitement. "I can already smell the onigiri flavors!" she exclaimed before dashing into the village.

Meanwhile, the brown-haired woman turned to face the marines still aboard the ship. "Find us a base of operations," she instructed.

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"I'll head into the village to investigate," I said as I recalled the scene of Rhys devouring a huge piece of meat. His stomach expanded and his cheeks plumped up, and then he drank some water before burping loudly, his stomach instantly deflating, returning him to his normal state. Maria laughed heartily. 

"You're a funny kid," she said. 

"Hey, Maria, we've been hanging out for about 2-3 hours. Does that make us friends?" Rhys asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Maria smirked, then laughed again. "I guess so! There are only two people I can truly call my friends: Kenshiro and an old childhood friend. But after spending a few hours with you, I can definitely say you're my friend," she replied.

Rhys looked surprised, and just then, a girl with blue and white pigtails burst into the bar. "HEYYY! I WANT 1,000 takoyaki balls!" she exclaimed.

"Coming right up!" a chef replied from behind the bar. 

At that moment, a cocky-looking man strode in, his muscular frame accentuated by gray pants held up by a red sash and brown boots. He had striking white hair with black tips.

"Maria, I think you might have run from me," he said. 

Maria's expression shifted from happy to furious. "Go away, Kenta! Just go away!" 

Ignoring her, Kenta continued, "Next, Maria—"

"Go away, Kenta!" she snapped, preparing to hit him. But Kenta effortlessly grabbed her wrist and slammed her head onto the bar table. Rhys appeared unfazed at first, lost in his own world, tears streaming down his face. 

In an instant, however, Rhys was beside Kenta, gripping the arm that restrained Maria. "Let her go!" he shouted, his voice and eyes burning with intensity. 

Kenta, unfazed, instantly tossed Rhys across the bar, and Rhys hit the ground, unconscious from the force of the throw.