The tension on the Shadowed Cliffs training grounds was palpable. Raizer Phoenix stood in the center, shirtless, his muscles taut and gleaming with sweat. His golden eyes burned with determination as he stared across the field at the man who had pushed him further than anyone else ever could—Garp the Fist.
"I'm ready," Raizer said, his voice steady but laced with exhaustion.
Garp grinned, the kind of grin that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest warriors. "Ready to get your ass kicked again, you mean."
Raizer smirked. "You wish, old man."
The assembled peerage watched from a safe distance—safe being several miles away. It wasn't just respect that kept them back; it was self-preservation. When Garp and Raizer fought, the battlefield became a storm of chaos and destruction, a place no sane person would willingly step into.
"Ten days and ten nights," Whitebeard said, leaning on his naginata. "Think the kid'll last that long?"
Roger chuckled. "If he doesn't, Garp's gonna drag him back to the starting line and make him go again. That's just how it is."
The Challenge
It had started as a simple challenge—a sparring match to test Raizer's progress. But as always with Garp, things escalated quickly.
"I'm not holding back," Garp had said, cracking his knuckles. "You wanna hit Satan Rank? Then show me you've got the guts to earn it."
Raizer had nodded, his golden eyes blazing. "Don't hold back. I'll take everything you've got."
And so, the battle began.
Day One: The Opening Salvo
The first clash was a shockwave that rattled the entire fortress. Raizer's fist, coated in Armament Haki, slammed into Garp's, creating a blast of wind that sent debris flying in every direction.
"Not bad, kid!" Garp said, laughing as he launched a flurry of punches. Each one carried enough force to level a mountain, and Raizer barely managed to dodge or block most of them.
But Raizer wasn't just defending. He countered with a mix of devil magic and the Marine Six Powers, combining speed and precision with bursts of elemental power. Fire surged from his fists as he launched a flaming tempest toward Garp, only for the older man to swat it aside like an annoying fly.
"You're gonna have to hit harder than that!" Garp roared, charging forward.
Day Three: Pushing the Limits
By the third day, Raizer's body was battered and bruised, but he refused to back down. His Conqueror's Haki clashed against Garp's, creating waves of pressure that cracked the ground beneath them.
"You're slowing down, kid!" Garp taunted, landing a thunderous punch that sent Raizer flying across the field.
Raizer groaned, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth as he stood back up. "You're not exactly moving like you used to, old man."
Garp barked a laugh. "That's rich coming from the guy who looks like he's about to keel over."
Despite the banter, Raizer could feel himself growing stronger. Each clash pushed him closer to his limits, forcing him to tap into reserves of strength he didn't know he had.
Day Five: The Turning Point
On the fifth day, something changed. Raizer's attacks began to carry a weight they hadn't before. His Conqueror's Haki, once a flickering ember compared to Garp's raging inferno, was now a roaring blaze in its own right.
"You feel that, old man?" Raizer said, his voice ragged but triumphant. "That's me closing the gap."
Garp grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "Not bad, kid. But you're still not there yet!"
The battle continued, each clash more devastating than the last. By now, the training grounds were unrecognizable—a wasteland of shattered rocks and scorched earth.
Day Seven: The Breaking Point
By the seventh day, Raizer's body was screaming in protest. His muscles ached, his Haki reserves were nearly drained, and every breath felt like fire in his lungs.
But Garp wasn't letting up, and neither was Raizer.
"You're stubborn, I'll give you that," Garp said, launching a devastating punch that Raizer barely managed to block.
"And you're predictable," Raizer shot back, dodging to the side and countering with a spinning kick infused with fire and lightning.
The kick connected, sending Garp skidding backward for the first time in the fight.
The peerage, watching from a distant cliff, erupted into cheers.
"Did you see that?" Shiki said, his eyes wide. "He actually landed a clean hit on Garp!"
Beckman smirked. "About time. The kid's earned it."
Day Nine: The Final Push
By the ninth day, both combatants were running on fumes. Raizer's movements were slower, his punches less precise, but his will remained unbroken.
"You're still standing?" Garp asked, genuinely impressed.
Raizer grinned through the blood and sweat. "You're gonna have to try harder if you want me to stay down."
Garp laughed, shaking his head. "You're a stubborn bastard, I'll give you that. Fine. Let's see what you've got left."
With a roar, Raizer summoned every ounce of strength he had left. His Conqueror's Haki exploded outward, creating a shockwave that tore through the battlefield. Flames erupted around him as his devil magic surged, merging with his Haki in a display of raw power.
Garp charged forward, his own Haki flaring as their fists collided in a final, earth-shaking clash.
Day Ten: The Breakthrough
The tenth day dawned with a sense of anticipation. The air was heavy with the lingering energy of the battle, and even the usually rowdy peerage was silent as they watched.
Raizer stood across from Garp, his body trembling with exhaustion but his golden eyes burning with determination.
"This is it," Raizer said, his voice steady despite the pain.
Garp grinned, his own fatigue hidden behind his ever-present confidence. "You're almost there, kid. One last push."
With a roar, Raizer unleashed everything he had. His Conqueror's Haki reached a level he hadn't thought possible, crashing against Garp's like a tidal wave. Flames, lightning, and raw energy swirled around him as he charged forward, meeting Garp head-on in one final clash.
The impact shook the entire fortress, sending a shockwave that could be felt miles away. When the dust settled, Raizer was on his knees, gasping for breath—but he was still conscious.
Garp, standing over him, extended a hand with a proud grin. "You did it, kid."
A Peerage's Celebration
As Raizer staggered back to the fortress, supported by Garp, he was met with cheers and applause from his peerage.
"Took you long enough!" Shiki said, grinning as he floated over.
Roger slapped Raizer on the back—lightly, but enough to make him stumble. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid!"
Whitebeard chuckled. "You earned it, boy. That was a hell of a fight."
Yubelluna approached, her usual calm demeanor softened by a genuine smile. "Congratulations, Raizer. You've finally reached Satan Rank."
Raizer managed a weak grin. "Thanks, everyone. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Damn right," Garp said, laughing. "But don't think this means you get to slack off. Satan Rank is just the beginning."
Raizer groaned, but his smile didn't fade. For the first time, he truly felt like he belonged among the legends of his peerage.
Looking Ahead
As the sun set over the Shadowed Cliffs, Raizer stood alone on the edge of the cliffs, staring out at the horizon. His body ached, but his heart was light. He had done it—he had broken through to Satan Rank.
But he knew this was only the beginning.
"Time to see how far I can go," Raizer said quietly, his golden eyes blazing with determination.
This chapter captures the grueling battle between Raizer and Garp, highlighting the growth, determination, and camaraderie that define Raizer's journey to Satan Rank. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to adjust or expand!