In your first year, A pirate tries to attack the Zephyr ship, but you sneak attack using your devil fruit power, causing the pirate to sink into the sea and drown. You focus on practicing your Haki.
In your second year, you graduated from Elite Camp as the one of best Elite Camp recruits in history. Your rank was elevated to Rear Admiral, and you was assigned under Vice Admiral Garp as your mentor. You go with Garp to Foosha Village and he asks you to trick and brainwash his grandsons, Luffy and Ace to want to become marines in the future. After 6 months you give up.
In your third year, Garp trains you to master haki...
In your fourth year, you didn't kill the king of Sorbet Kingdom, you just arrested him, you collected evidence about his crimes with the help of the pastor there. You hand it over to the admiral for justice.
In your fifth year, You focus on training haki under Garp and hunting pirates, especially in the New World...
In your sixth year, you were promoted to Vice Admiral and became the base commander at a New World outpost.
In your seventh year, you focus on training haki under....
In your eighth year, When summoned back to Marineford to combat the Whitebeard Pirates by Fleet Admiral Sengoku, you were forced to refuse. Intelligence indicated the Beast Pirates were on the move, and you prioritized intercepting Kaido to prevent him from reaching Marineford. You fight Kaido and King at the same time, even though you die, you managed to stop Kaido from going to Marineford and you even managed to kill King.
Ding!, your Attribute before death: Endurance 529, Strength 458, Agility 512, Spirit 662.
Ding!, You Battle Skill before death: Sniper (master), Six Styles (Expert), Helmsman (Intermediate), Hand to Hand Combat (Master)
Ding! You Ability before death: Bubble-Bubble Fruit (Master)(note: devil fruit you can pick only one) , Observation Haki (Master), Armament Haki (Legendary)
Choose one Attribute or Battle Skill or Ability to retain.
I chose Armament Haki.
Garp's grandsons… his grandsons? That Luffy… the one I… the one I died for. And Ace, both of them. Carrying the very blood of the Hero… a sickening irony. How could I have been so blind? That naive trust I placed in the boy… a fool's errand, a betrayal of everything I stand for. Bile… it still rises at the memory.
Garp… his lineage twisted into such vile forms. The Vice Admiral, a wall against the storm of piracy, his own kin embracing the chaos he fought so fiercely? A stain… an unbearable stain on his honor, a gaping wound in the heart of justice. What went wrong? What catastrophic failure led them down this path of depravity?
And now… this request. To brainwash them. The word itself is repugnant, yet… a grim duty settles within me. Garp… his inability to control his own blood… he asks me to do what must be done. They are not just any pirates. They are a threat born from the very heart of Marine heroism. To let them continue their rampage… unthinkable.
The method… drastic, yes. But the end… clear. The pirate spirit festering within them must be excised. Their rebellious flames… extinguished. For Garp's sake… for the Marines… for the order I believe in… I will undertake this grim task. Sentimentality has no place here. Pirates… they will be dealt with accordingly. Garp's blood… a tragic irony that only solidifies the necessity of my intervention. I will cleanse this stain. Tear them down… rebuild them anew. A harsh necessity… one I will not shirk.
However, after six months, I failed and gave up on Garp's request.
The familiar tingle under my skin… it was a constant now, a deep hum that resonated with the Legendary level of my Armament Haki. Thanks to that old geezer Garp. It was ingrained, a part of me, a second skin of pure, impenetrable force. A grin stretched across my face. "Hah… that old monster really knew how to push a guy." Worth 100 simulation points. I muttered.
The clone I made before, it was pathetic, really. A tiny, shimmering thing, barely humanoid, coated with my then-Novice level Armament Haki. It would flicker and dissipate after a few seconds, like a soap bubble caught in a breeze. "Barely more than a parlor trick," I scoffed at the memory.
Now, the real fun began. My gaze drifted to the shimmering, iridescent bubbles that danced around me, my constant companions, the testament to my unique Devil Fruit. My bubbles… they weren't shields in the traditional sense. Instead, anything that touched them lost its weight, becoming buoyant, easily manipulated. I'd used it to trap opponents, sending them helplessly floating away. "But against those haki bastard pirates… needed more. Something… unexpected."
I focused my will, channeling the potent Armament Haki. Not outwards this time, not to make them more resilient. Instead, I directed it inwards, towards a forming bubble. It felt different. The haki wasn't just a thin coating; it was… infusing. It was weaving itself into the very structure of the rapidly expanding sphere, saturating every molecule of the bubble with hardened energy. The bubble pulsed with a faint, dark sheen. "There we go…" I breathed, watching the transformation.
With a mental flex, I elongated the bubble, coaxing it into a vaguely humanoid form. It wobbled precariously for a moment, then settled into a surprisingly stable shape. "Come on… hold…" This is it. The clone. Light years beyond those flimsy little things I used to manage. And now… now it felt permanent. The Legendary level of my Haki seemed to have anchored it to this plane.
A gasp escaped my lips as I experimented further. "Alright, let's see what you can really do now, eh?" I willed the clone to drift away, and it obeyed, gliding silently through the air. And then… the real surprise. I focused my senses, reaching out with my mind. It was like… another set of eyes opening. I could see through the clone's perspective! The distant trees, the fluttering of unseen birds… all coming into sharp focus. "Whoa…" A rudimentary form of remote viewing. Incredible. "And… it's still there." Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity in the early attempts. The clone remained, unwavering, a silent, translucent sentinel. It wasn't going to break. Not anymore.
And that wasn't all. A new sensation bloomed in my mind, a subtle connection to the bubble-being. Tentatively, I focused on one of its elongated, arm-like protrusions. To my astonishment, it twitched. Then, with more concentration, I managed to make it bend at the elbow. "What?!" A genuine shock. I tried the other arm, then a leg-like extension. They moved! Awkwardly, yes, like a newborn learning to walk, but they moved. "I can control its limbs!"
The limitations… they were definitely shrinking. It still couldn't traverse the ground, being a bubble and all, but the ability to manipulate its form and perceive through it at long distances… that sparked a brilliant idea. And then, as I focused even more, a new realization dawned. The Legendary Haki… it wasn't just making the clone stable. It was allowing me to exert a far greater degree of control over its very structure.
Experimentally, I willed the clone's translucent hand to solidify, just for a moment. It shimmered, the air within it compressing, taking on a denser, almost tangible form. "Incredible…" It wasn't truly solid, not like my own hand, but it was enough.
I rummaged through my pack, pulling out a compact, well-maintained rifle. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was reliable. Carefully, I willed the floating clone to extend an arm. With intense concentration, I manipulated its translucent fingers, guiding them to wrap around the rifle. It wobbled slightly, the weight causing a minor distortion in the bubble-arm, but it held. "It can hold it…" Yes! I breathed, a wave of exhilaration washing over me.
"A sniper…" This changes everything. I focused on the clone, now hovering silently several hundred meters away, my vision locked onto its perspective. With careful concentration, I guided its movements, positioning the rifle. The remote viewing offered perfect aim.
"During a chaotic fight," I thought, "while they're focused on me, this invisible marksman can be miles away, perched in the perfect vantage point." A silent, weightless gunner, controlled by my will, capable of delivering a lethal shot from an unimaginable distance. The weightless nature of the clone meant it could float to any position without being detected. The controlled limbs allowed for precise aiming. And now, it could wield a real weapon.
"Zephyr-sensei taught me brute force," I chuckled. "But sometimes… a well-placed shot from the shadows is all you need." The era of my bubble-based warfare had just entered a whole new dimension. "The world won't know what… floated and then shot them from the void." Training this would require impeccable coordination and focus, but the potential was staggering. "Alright, you big, floaty phantom," I said to the distant clone, my eyes gleaming with lethal creativity. "Let's learn how to deliver a silent kill… with a real rifle they'll never see coming."