One Piece: Legend Slayer
The moon hung high over the Grand Line, casting a pale light across the endless sea. The waves rolled gently, a temporary peace masking the dangers lurking beneath the surface. Standing at the edge of a rugged cliff, a young man watched the horizon with a gaze sharp as a blade.
Ivar had always known his fate. From the moment he could walk, he had felt it—a pull, a deep instinct gnawing at his very core. He was born to hunt. Not animals or men, but something far greater: the legends of the sea.
The world was full of them. Creatures spoken of in hushed whispers, figures of myth that made even the fiercest pirates tremble. Some were real, others were just stories. But to Ivar, they were all prey. And every legend had a price.
His grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the waters. He could feel the weight of his weapon strapped across his back, the scythe with a chain he had crafted himself, perfected through years of training. His muscles tensed in anticipation, ready to spring into action at any moment. He wasn’t like the fools who chased after treasure or power. For him, it was about the hunt—the thrill of outsmarting the impossible and taking what others believed untouchable.
Legends. Trophies. Power. Ivar would claim them all.
A faint wind stirred, carrying with it the scent of salt and adventure. He smirked to himself. The sea was vast, dangerous, and filled with challenges—but that only made the hunt more thrilling. There were Sea Kings to be slain, Poneglyphs to unearth, and even the mighty Yonkos and Admirals, men who ruled the sea like gods. One day, their heads would hang as his trophies, proof of his dominance.
But before all that, there was a different kind of prey to be found. Rumors had reached his ears of ancient islands, home to relics and secrets that had been lost to time. Skypiea, the legendary land in the sky, had once been no more than a myth. But now the bell had rung, and the world knew it was real.
A low chuckle escaped him. The hunt was calling him once again, and this time, the sky itself would be his battlefield.
He turned, stepping away from the edge of the cliff, his mind already focused on the next challenge. His path was clear—he would hunt down the legends, claim their power, and sell them to the highest bidder. Every myth, every creature, every king. They were all just prey in his eyes.
The sea trembled beneath him, but Ivar was unshaken. He was a hunter, born and bred, and the world was about to learn what that meant.
The hunt had begun.
