The air in the private chamber of the Phoenix estate was charged with a sense of importance. A series of golden chess pieces shimmered under the warm glow of the flickering phoenix flames that lined the walls. These weren't mere decorations—they were the sacred tools of the peerage system, imbued with potent magic that would allow Raizer Phoenix to shape his destiny.
Raizer stood in the center of the chamber, his mask still concealing his identity as he stared down at the pieces. Each one radiated power, calling out to him as if eager to fulfill their purpose.
"This," Raizer murmured, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "is the first step in building something greater than myself. A peerage of unmatched strength, bound not just by magic but by shared purpose."
He closed his eyes for a moment, steadying his thoughts. When he opened them again, they burned with golden fire.
"It's time to begin."
Garp: The Immovable Rook
Raizer turned toward the towering figure of Monkey D. Garp, who stood casually against the wall with his arms crossed. Despite the relaxed stance, Garp's presence was anything but subdued. His aura radiated raw power, a testament to the countless battles he had fought and won.
"Garp," Raizer began, stepping forward with the Rook piece in hand, "I want you to be the foundation of my peerage."
Garp raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Foundation, huh? Sounds heavy. You sure I'm up for it, kid?"
Raizer smirked faintly. "You've trained me for years, pushing me beyond my limits. You've been my teacher, my shield, and my greatest source of strength. There's no one more fitting for the role of my Rook."
Garp scratched his chin, clearly amused. "So, what happens if I say yes? I sprout horns and start flinging magic around?"
Raizer shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Not exactly. The peerage system will grant you a devil's resilience and enhanced abilities. Your physical power will increase significantly, and you'll gain some resistance to magic. But your will and personality will remain completely intact. You'll be bound to me by magic, yes, but you'll still be you—free to act as you always have."
Garp tilted his head thoughtfully. "And the catch?"
Raizer's expression grew serious. "The bond ensures loyalty. You won't be able to betray me, but I don't see that as a catch. You've never been one to go back on your word, and this will only solidify the trust we already share."
Garp's grin returned, wide and unrestrained. "BAHAHAHA! Well, kid, how could I say no to that? Let's do it!"
Raizer nodded, stepping closer and holding the Rook piece in his hand. "This will feel like a surge of energy, but it won't hurt."
He pressed the Rook piece against Garp's chest, and a surge of golden light erupted from the contact point. The room was filled with warmth and power as the magic coursed through Garp's body, intertwining with his essence.
Garp clenched his fists, his grin never wavering as the transformation completed. When the light faded, his already formidable aura felt even more overwhelming, a testament to the strength granted by the Rook piece.
"Well, well," Garp said, flexing his fingers. "Not bad. I feel like I could punch through a mountain—wait, I could already do that. Maybe two mountains now?"
Raizer chuckled, shaking his head. "You've always been a force of nature. This just makes it official."
Garp clapped Raizer on the back, nearly knocking him over. "BAHAHAHA! You've got your Rook, kid. Now, who's next?"
Summoning the Knight: Dracula Mihawk
Raizer turned back to the chess pieces, his hand hovering over the Knight. The piece pulsed faintly, as though it anticipated what was coming next.
The One Piece Summoning System had been one of his greatest tools, and now it would be used again to call forth another legend.
He activated the system, focusing his mind as he selected his target: Dracula Mihawk, the Greatest Swordsman in the World.
The room grew quiet as golden light began to swirl before him, the energy forming into a tall and imposing figure. As the light faded, Raizer felt his breath hitch.
Standing before him was a man who exuded elegance and lethality in equal measure. Mihawk's sharp, hawk-like eyes glimmered beneath his wide-brimmed black hat. He wore his signature long coat with a high collar, and strapped to his back was the legendary black blade, Yoru, its polished surface reflecting the light like a dark mirror.
Mihawk's piercing gaze settled on Raizer, his tone calm but commanding. "You summoned me. Speak."
Raizer bowed slightly, showing his respect. "Dracula Mihawk, it's an honor to stand before you. I summoned you because I seek your guidance."
Mihawk raised an eyebrow. "Guidance
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he folded his arms across his chest. "Guidance? You summoned me from my world for this? Explain yourself."
Raizer stood tall, his golden eyes meeting Mihawk's unwavering gaze. "You are the greatest swordsman in the world, a master of both skill and discipline. I seek to learn the art of the sword from you, to understand what it takes to wield a blade with your level of precision and mastery."
Mihawk's gaze narrowed slightly, the weight of his presence filling the room. "And why should I teach you? Strength alone does not make a swordsman. It requires more—dedication, patience, and the willingness to endure endless failure. Are you prepared for that?"
Raizer nodded without hesitation. "I've spent my life pursuing strength. I've trained under Monkey D. Garp, survived battles that should have killed me, and pushed myself beyond my limits. I won't waste your time. I want to learn, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
Mihawk's sharp eyes flicked briefly to Garp, who was leaning casually against the wall with his trademark grin.
"So," Mihawk said, his tone measured. "You've trained under this man?"
"BAHAHAHA!" Garp's laughter echoed through the chamber. "He's a tough kid, Mihawk. One of the hardest workers I've ever seen. If he's asking to be your student, I'd say he's earned a shot."
Mihawk considered this for a long moment before finally speaking. "Very well. I will teach you. But know this—my lessons will not be gentle. If you lack the discipline or determination, I will leave."
Raizer's lips curved into a faint smile. "Understood. And in return, I want to offer you something."
Mihawk tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "Offer me something?"
Raizer stepped forward, holding up the Knight piece. "I want you to join my peerage. As my Knight, you will gain the benefits of being a devil—enhanced abilities, magical resistance, and the ability to use devil magic. But more importantly, it will ensure our bond as teacher and student is unbreakable."
Mihawk's gaze lingered on the chess piece, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he nodded. "Very well. If it solidifies our arrangement, I accept."
The Knight is Made
Raizer held the Knight piece in his palm, its faint glow intensifying as he stepped closer to Mihawk.
"This won't harm you," Raizer explained. "You'll feel a surge of power as the magic takes hold, but it will align with your own essence."
Mihawk gave a curt nod, his calm demeanor unwavering. "Do it."
Raizer pressed the Knight piece against Mihawk's chest. A pulse of golden light filled the room, the magic swirling around Mihawk like a storm. The air grew heavy, charged with energy, as the piece merged with Mihawk's being.
When the light faded, Mihawk stood unchanged on the surface—but his presence felt sharper, more focused. His already formidable aura now carried an edge that seemed almost otherworldly.
Mihawk flexed his fingers, his hand resting briefly on the hilt of Yoru. "Interesting. The power flows seamlessly, enhancing but not overwhelming. Your system is well-designed."
Raizer nodded. "Welcome to the peerage, Mihawk."
Garp let out a booming laugh, clapping Mihawk on the back. "BAHAHAHA! Looks like we're on the same team now. Let's see if you can teach this kid something I haven't already beaten into him."
Mihawk smirked faintly. "That remains to be seen."
The Mythical Zoan Fruits
With his two strongest pieces secured, Raizer turned to the final part of his plan. He summoned the interface of his One Piece Summoning System, selecting the Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits category.
He scrolled through the options, his golden eyes scanning the descriptions carefully. Each fruit radiated potential, but three in particular stood out—perfect matches for his peerage members and himself.
• Dog-Dog Fruit, Model: Cerberus King: A three-headed Cerberus form capable of using fire, ice, and lightning. This fruit would enhance Garp's already monstrous physical power, turning him into an unstoppable force in battle.
• Bat-Bat Fruit, Model: Vampire: A fruit that granted the user enhanced speed, strength, and the ability to manipulate shadows. Its dark elegance was a perfect complement to Mihawk's style and precision.
• Bird-Bird Fruit, Model: Phoenix: A fruit that would augment Raizer's innate Phoenix flames with regenerative abilities, making him a near-perfect embodiment of his clan's legendary power.
Raizer selected the fruits and confirmed his choices. The golden light of the summoning system filled the chamber once again, and three intricately designed Devil Fruits appeared before him. Each one pulsed with a distinct energy, radiating an almost magnetic allure.
Raizer picked up the first fruit, turning to Garp. "This is for you—the Dog-Dog Fruit, Model: Cerberus King. It's a Mythical Zoan that will amplify your already immense strength and give you mastery over three elemental powers: fire, ice, and lightning. And thanks to the system, there are no sea or seastone weaknesses."
Garp's grin widened as he grabbed the fruit. "BAHAHAHA! Sounds like my kind of power! Let's see what this thing can do!" Without hesitation, he bit into the fruit.
A moment later, a surge of energy coursed through Garp's body. His form flickered, and three massive canine heads emerged from his shoulders, each one glowing with an elemental aura. Flames crackled, frost spread across the floor, and arcs of lightning danced around him.
"Well, well," Garp said, his voice echoing with a deep growl. "This is going to be fun."
Next, Raizer turned to Mihawk, holding out the Bat-Bat Fruit. "This is for you. The Vampire model will enhance your speed, strength, and stealth, and it complements your mastery of precision and control."
Mihawk studied the fruit for a moment before nodding. "Very well. If it enhances my abilities without compromising my focus, I will accept." He took a bite, his expression remaining stoic even as the fruit's power surged through him.
Mihawk's form shifted subtly—his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and dark, bat-like wings unfurled from his back. He extended one hand, summoning a shadowy mist that coiled around his fingers like smoke.
"Interesting," Mihawk murmured, his tone calm but intrigued.
Finally, Raizer picked up the Bird-Bird Fruit and stared at it for a long moment. This fruit wasn't just about power—it was a symbol of who he was, a manifestation of his identity as both a Phoenix and a devil.
"This is my path," he whispered before taking a bite.
The power was immediate and overwhelming. Flames erupted around him, brighter and hotter than ever before, but they carried a soothing warmth rather than pain. His body shimmered with golden light as feathered wings of pure flame unfurled from his back.
Raizer clenched his fists, feeling the regenerative energy coursing through him. He had become a true phoenix in every sense of the word.
The Peerage Takes Shape
As the three of them stood in the chamber, their new powers settling into place, Raizer couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His peerage was small but formidable, a foundation of strength that would only grow stronger over time.
Garp flexed his massive frame, flames and frost dancing around him as lightning crackled in the air. "BAHAHAHA! Kid, you've outdone yourself with this one. I'm gonna have a hell of a time testing this out."
Mihawk remained composed, his shadowy aura blending seamlessly with the dark elegance of Yoru. "The fruit is impressive. It complements my abilities well. But remember, Raizer, this is only the beginning. True strength lies in mastery, not raw power."
Raizer nodded, his golden eyes burning with determination. "I understand, and I won't waste this opportunity. Together, we'll forge a legacy that will shake the foundations of the underworld."
The three of them stood together, the flames of the Phoenix estate reflecting off their forms.
The Peerage of Legends had taken its first step toward greatness.
This concludes Chapter 8, with Raizer forming his initial peerage by including Garp and Mihawk while bestowing Mythical Zoan fruits that enhance their already formidable abilities. Let me know if you'd like further expansions or adjustments!