East Blue.
A nameless island, snow-dusted and scarred by battle.
Boom… boom… BOOM!
Shockwaves hammered the trees. Stones split; gulls screamed overhead.
Two figures clashed and broke apart. Frost steamed off their fists.
"You done warming up, kid?" Garp rumbled, voice like distant thunder.
Jin wiped sweat and blood from his mouth. "Tch. I'm always serious. But even storms need to gather first."
Swish!
Jin vanished, Soru cracking the earth. His speed doubled.
"Busoshoku… Burst!" he hissed.
Black steel crawled over his leg. A devil's grin cut across his face.
Garp's eyes narrowed. "What the—armament haki?! And that speed…!"
A heartbeat later, Jin's leg whipped in—a pitch-black scythe blurring from nowhere.
BAM!
Garp caught it—but only barely. The force blasted him backward, trees cracking like dry bones. He smashed into a boulder the size of a hut—stone exploded in a dirty cloud.
"Fuck me…" Garp muttered under the dust, bones ringing. "Ryu Akasa's kid… is a monster."
Crash!
Garp tore free, boots gouging the rock. Blood ticked down his temple. His grin grew wider.
"Brat… you've earned it. No more holding back."
Flash!
Garp vanished. The air itself seemed to fold.
Jin's pulse howled. Too fast even for my eyes… fuck!
He twisted, trying to sidestep—but Garp's iron fist was already there.
Clang!
Jin crossed his arms to block. Bones shuddered. The world blurred white.
"Inner force… Rending Shock!" Jin roared, channeling everything into a counterpunch. His fist turned black, trembling with invisible power.
BOOOOM!
Two black fists collided.
The island's center cratered. Shockwaves scythed trees to splinters. Snow vaporized in the heat of their clash.
Garp felt the tremor—an echoing quake biting through his wrist. "Kid's punch… carries tremor force…?" he thought, jaw tightening.
"Hah!"
Garp braced, muscles knotting like anchor chains, and slammed back. Jin's stance shattered; pain flared up his arm.
Jin leapt back, breathing ragged. Frost hissed under his boots.
"Tempest Kick: Reap the World!"
His leg blurred eighteen times in a heartbeat. Eighteen blades of compressed air scythed toward Garp.
Shing… shing… shing!
Garp ducked, punched, and shattered blade after blade. The fourteenth cut bit into his arm—black skin flaring with haki. His brows twitched. "So fucking sharp… like a blade master's strike," he thought.
Garp finally stepped aside, the last blades tearing scars into the ground.
Jin didn't wait. He rocketed forward, trailing steam.
"That's the shit!" Garp bellowed, meeting him halfway.
BANG!
Fists crashed. Jin's bones screamed. His heart roared louder: Fuck yes—more!
Garp's knuckles crushed through Jin's block. Jin felt air leave his lungs; his feet ripped twin scars across the earth.
Before Jin could recover, Garp's follow-up smashed his guard aside.
CRACK!
Pain lanced through his ribs. Jin bit back blood, vision swimming.
"Haha—come on, kid!" Garp barked.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jin spat, violet eyes burning.
He lunged, feinting low, pivoted on his heel and slammed a rising elbow at Garp's chin.
WHAM!
Garp's head rocked back. For a moment, blood beaded on his lip.
Then the old bastard grinned—like this was the only thing in the damn world worth living for.
They traded blow after blow, neither giving an inch. Frost boiled off their skin. Every punch roared like thunder rolling over the sea.
Minutes blurred into hours. Bones bruised, muscles tore—and both kept coming.
At last, they stumbled apart, chests heaving.
Snow drifted between them, gentle as ash.
Jin stood, coat shredded, shirt blood-stained, arms trembling. His breath smoked in the night.
Garp wiped blood from his brow, shoulders rising and falling like tired hills. His grin, though, burned hotter than ever.
"Kid…" Garp rumbled. "You're not just strong—you're fucking terrifying. Under twelve… with haki, tremor force, and that monstrous stubbornness."
Jin coughed blood, spat it to the ground, and grinned—wolfish, bloodied.
"Good," he rasped. "I wanted to know."
"You know now," Garp said, voice rough. "Out here… in East Blue? You could rule."
Jin's eyes darkened. "But that's not enough."
Garp barked a broken laugh. "Course it fucking isn't. Not for a son of Ryu Akasa."
Snow fell silently around them, covering scars in the stone.
For the first time, Jin felt it—not just strength in his fists, but a measure of how far he'd come…
…and how far he still had to go.
This story is inspired from various fanfics i have read from around the world so if you find any similarities please dont mind . Thank you
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