Garp's Day
Garp woke up before dawn, as he always did. He stretched his massive frame, the creak of his joints a reminder that, despite being at his physical prime as a devil in this new life, he was still a man who'd lived countless battles. Old habits die hard, and so did his love for starting the day with the simplest of pleasures.
His quarters in the Shadowed Cliffs fortress were far less extravagant than those of the others. Raizer had offered him a grand suite, but Garp had laughed in his face.
"What do I need with all that fluff? Just give me a bed, a roof, and a punching bag, and I'm good!"
Now, his room was exactly that—a sparse chamber with a sturdy bed, a few mismatched chairs, and a punching bag reinforced with devil-grade materials.
Today was no different. Garp donned a plain tunic and headed for his favorite spot: the open-air training grounds near the cliffs. He loved the sound of the ocean crashing far below, the fresh morning air biting at his skin, and the sight of the red skies gradually brightening with light.
"BAHAHAHA! Another day to whip some weaklings into shape!" he boomed to no one in particular, already throwing punches into the air. His fists created shockwaves that sent dust flying.
Thoughts on Training Raizer
Garp's thoughts often wandered during his early morning routines, and today was no different. His mind settled on Raizer, the kid he'd been training since the boy was barely old enough to stand on his own.
At first, Garp hadn't known what to make of him. Reincarnation into this strange world had been jarring enough, but finding himself bound to a young devil with big golden eyes and an even bigger attitude? That had been unexpected.
"Four years old, and already trying to boss me around," Garp muttered with a smirk as he threw another punch. "Kid had guts, I'll give him that."
What struck Garp most about Raizer, though, was his work ethic. It wasn't something Garp had seen often among devils, who tended to rely too heavily on their natural power and status. But Raizer was different. He trained relentlessly, pushing himself far beyond what anyone expected.
"That kid's a maniac," Garp said aloud, laughing. "But he's my kind of maniac."
Interacting with the Troops
As the sun rose higher, the Shadowed Cliffs came alive with activity. Garp made his way to the main training grounds, where dozens of troops were already assembled. Most were mid-level devils, sweating under the weight of their morning drills.
The moment Garp arrived, the atmosphere shifted.
"Straighten up, you lazy bums!" Garp barked, his voice like a cannon blast. "You call that training? My grandma punches harder than that!"
The troops scrambled to line up, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. They'd learned quickly that Garp wasn't one to tolerate half-hearted effort.
One recruit, braver or stupider than the rest, muttered under his breath, "Doesn't he ever take a day off?"
Garp's sharp ears caught it instantly. He strode over to the recruit, looming over him like a mountain. "What was that, kid? You got something to say?"
The recruit gulped. "N-no, sir!"
"Good." Garp grinned, clapping the recruit on the shoulder so hard that the poor devil nearly faceplanted. "Because if you've got energy to talk, you've got energy to train. Now drop and give me a hundred!"
As the recruit dropped to the ground, Garp turned to the rest of the troops. "The rest of you, too! Let's see some spirit!"
Conversations with Yubelluna
Later in the day, Garp found himself wandering through the fortress halls, his appetite leading him toward the dining area. Along the way, he bumped into Yubelluna, who was engrossed in a stack of reports as usual.
"Hey, Yubelluna!" Garp called out, his booming voice startling her so much that she nearly dropped her papers.
"Garp," she said, glaring at him. "Must you always shout?"
"BAHAHAHA! What's the fun in being quiet?" Garp replied, slapping her on the back hard enough to make her stumble forward. "What's got you so buried in work this time?"
Yubelluna sighed, smoothing her papers. "Trade reports. The naga shipments are behind schedule again, and the garudas are asking for updates on their supply routes."
Garp scratched his head. "Sounds like a pain. Why don't you let the kid deal with it?"
"Because Lord Raizer already has a mountain of responsibilities," Yubelluna said, her tone sharp. "Not that you'd understand what that's like."
Garp laughed. "Hey, I've got responsibilities! I'm the one turning this bunch of softies into soldiers, remember?"
Yubelluna shook her head but couldn't hide a small smile. "Yes, yes. You're indispensable, Garp. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
"Sure, sure," Garp said, waving her off. "Don't work too hard, or you'll end up like Sengoku."
Reflection on the Peerage
As the day wound down, Garp found himself back at his training ground, this time observing some of the other members of the peerage.
Mihawk was sparring with Roger, their clash of blades a dazzling display of precision and power. Shiki lounged nearby, his golden swords floating lazily beside him as he heckled the two swordsmen.
"Come on, Roger! Even I could do better than that!"
"Shut it, Shiki!" Roger yelled back, grinning as he parried Mihawk's strike.
Watching them, Garp felt a strange sense of pride. He'd never admit it out loud, but being part of this group—this family, really—wasn't so bad.
His thoughts drifted back to Raizer again. The kid had built something remarkable, something that went beyond power and ambition. Raizer had brought together a group of legends, each with their own quirks and egos, and turned them into a cohesive unit.
"He's got a good head on his shoulders," Garp muttered. "Even if he's a little too serious sometimes."
Evening with Raizer
Later that night, Garp found Raizer sitting on the balcony of the fortress, staring out at the crimson horizon. A bottle of wine sat on the table beside him, untouched.
Garp pulled up a chair and plopped down with a heavy sigh. "You know, kid, you could learn to relax once in a while."
Raizer glanced at him, a faint smile on his lips. "I'll relax when I've achieved what I set out to do."
"And when will that be?" Garp asked, pouring himself a glass of wine without waiting for permission.
Raizer shrugged. "When the Shadowed Cliffs are secure. When my peerage is strong enough to face any threat. When I've built something that lasts."
Garp took a long drink, then set the glass down with a loud clink. "You've already done more than most devils your age. Hell, you've done more than most devils, period. But don't let all that ambition burn you out."
"I won't," Raizer said, his tone quiet but firm. "But I can't afford to stop now. There's too much at stake."
Garp studied him for a moment, then leaned back with a grin. "You remind me of me, you know that? Stubborn as hell, always pushing yourself to the limit. But you've got something I didn't have when I was younger."
"What's that?"
"Focus. You don't just fight for the sake of fighting. You've got a vision, a reason for everything you do. That's rare, kid. Don't lose it."
Raizer nodded, his smile growing a little warmer. "Thanks, Garp. That means a lot."
"BAHAHAHA! Don't get all sentimental on me now," Garp said, draining his glass. "Come on, let's find something to eat. I'm starving."
As the two of them headed back inside, the fortress seemed quieter, more peaceful. For all the chaos and responsibility, moments like this reminded Garp why he stayed.
The kid had heart. And for all his gruffness, Garp couldn't help but be proud of him.
This chapter provides a slice-of-life perspective from Garp, showcasing his interactions with the other characters and his reflections on Raizer's growth. Let me know if you'd like further expansions or adjustments!