One Piece: I am the Fleet Admiral?

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"Fleet Admiral-sama, the technique known as Paper Arts is actually a defensive method. The first step in mastering it is to release all the strength in your body.

"Then, use your five senses to feel the changes in the airflow caused by your opponent's movements."

"This technique allows your body to become as light and flexible as paper, making it easier to control your movements and dodge attacks by the slimmest margin."

"This is just the basic form; there are many advanced variations that I'll teach you once you've mastered it."

"Fleet Admiral Akira, your physical fitness is the strongest I've ever seen. Your mastery of Iron Body is already beyond that of many generals."

"You're ready for the next stage of advanced training."

"Next, I'll teach you how to use Iron Body to return all the attacks you've absorbed back at your enemy."

"Fleet Admiral-sama, your Tempest Kick is extremely powerful. After three days and nights of contemplation, I finally devised a powerful extension technique for you."

"It's a coincidence; I also have the most powerful Tempest Kick variation here."

"Fleet Admiral-sama, don't mind them. Here, I've combined Shave with Tempest Kick. After stepping in position, a slash will follow a few seconds later, making it nearly impossible for the enemy to defend."

"My lord, watch me, watch me!"

For the next while, Akira led a rather monotonous life.

He'd go to the office during the day, spending two hours processing documents.

Then he spent the rest of the day at the training grounds, practicing with all the Six Styles masters, learning and developing new techniques.

Of course, Akira held back deliberately, masking his full abilities.

Otherwise, with his emperor-level speed and defense, there would be no need to spar with them at all.

But mastering the Six Styles was crucial. It's a physical skill set that surpasses human limits. Once mastered, it allows for better utilization of one's full strength.

The good news is that after this relentless period of training and development, he fully understood the Six Styles.

He even developed a variation technique suited to him.

The Instructor was astonished by his comprehension and terrifying talent.

What he needs to learn next actually comes down to just two things.

———The Six King Gun and Life Return.

But today, he gave the Instructors a few days off because..... Garp had arrived.

"Akira, compared to constantly exhausting myself, teaching you is the easiest way to expend energy, but..."

Garp casually tossed aside his cloak and said in a deep voice, "Now the whole world needs the strong fighter this old man can train, so I won't hold back anymore.

"I'll make sure you understand Armament Haki in the quickest and most effective way."

"Are you ready?"

Akira took a deep breath, removed his glasses, and twisted his neck. He knew that the upcoming Armament Haki training with Garp would be different from what he experienced with the Instructors.

Garp wouldn't hold back just because of Akira's status—just like how Garp dared to call the Celestial Dragons trash to their faces.

But this was exactly what Akira wanted.

Only strict teachers can produce excellent students.

This is a principle he had always believed in.

Moreover, no matter which teacher he chose, the training would be rigorous, even if it were a Law teacher.

Boom! Boom!

Two powerful auras exploded simultaneously.

Akira and Garp clenched their fists and charged at each other with incredible speed.

"Beginners wanting to master Armament Haki and Observation Haki quickly can only do so through battle, provided their physical fitness is up to par."

"Akira, pay close attention to the Armament Haki on my fist."

"Feel it in your own body."

Boom.

Thick fog erupted on the training ground.

*****

While Akira was intensely honing his skills, the situation at sea was quietly changing.

The dominance of the pirate families was beginning to be challenged.

"My lord, the pirates we're up against are the Evil Fallen Pirates with a bounty of 200 million berries."

"Enough with the fear, send the warship in! The headquarters sent many transformation leaves two days ago."

"Roar, justice is invincible!"

"Leave no one alive, kill them all."

"Bastard Marines, don't they ever run out of those leaves?"

"Ah~~~ Captain, help!"

"Everyone, if you can't win, retreat quickly! These rotten Marines don't play fair—they've turned Rear Admirals into Vice Admirals, and Vice Admirals into monsters."

"Oh my god~~~ How do you fight against this?"

In the first half of the Grand Line and across the Four Seas, the battle between the Marines and pirates continued.

The Marines were not passive; for them, the transformation leaves were powerful consumables.

If not used, it would be a waste to keep them.

Thus, aside from some powerful clones that needed to be allocated to specific locations, ordinary and high-end combat power clones were sent to Marine Bases worldwide.

The Marines had shed their previous caution when facing pirates, wielding the transformation leaves with confidence and engaging in direct combat.

And the pirates, after suffering initial losses, had learned their lesson.

When spotting a warship from afar, they would immediately flee.

Every day, countless victories and reports of success were sent back to headquarters.

Garp, Admiral Sengoku, Admiral Zephyr, and many other generals looked at the reports from various locations each day, their faces flushed with excitement.

They intensified their efforts in creating replicas.

In the second half of the Grand Line, though the turmoil wasn't as intense as in the first half, the Marines still made their presence felt in this monster-filled region.

"The Big Mom Pirates? What a coincidence, fire at them!"

"Yes, sir!"

Whoosh!

Nearly a hundred cannonballs arched through the sky, heading straight for the Big Mom Pirates' ship.

On the deck, Katakuri frowned and said in a deep voice, "They really don't know their place."

Though puzzled by the Marines' uncharacteristic aggression, he didn't hesitate.

The ship was loaded with his mother's favorite sweets. If they were damaged, it would be difficult to explain upon his return.

"Mochi Wall."

His hands transformed into sticky mochi, which gathered in the air to form a semicircular mochi shield.

Armament Haki also covered the mochi, making the shield even more solid.

Boom.

A series of explosions erupted overhead.

But the mochi shield didn't budge.

"Boss Katakuri, what should we do next?" a crew member asked as he ran over.

Katakuri's eyes drooped slightly.

Looking at the rapidly approaching warship, he ordered without hesitation, "Prepare for battle."

At this distance, running wasn't an option.

And there was absolutely no need to run.

After spending so much time in the second half of the Grand Line, Katakuri had developed a strong confidence in his abilities. As long as he wasn't facing one of the old legends at the top of the world, he believed that no ordinary opponent could challenge him.

Using his Observation Haki, Katakuri scanned the fleet and noticed that it was led by an unfamiliar Vice Admiral.

Unfamiliarity meant the Vice Admiral's strength was insignificant, not even worth remembering.

"Yes!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy. Kill the Marines."

"Roar...."

His subordinates drew their swords, their faces lighting up with bloodthirsty grins.

Katakuri stared coldly at the Vice Admiral standing on the opposing deck.

Suddenly, the Vice Admiral's mouth curled into a strange smile.

Without warning, he pulled out a transformation leaf and hurled it toward Katakuri.

As the leaf flew closer, Katakuri's pupils shrank.

Though his ability to foresee the future was still in its early stages, allowing him to glimpse only a second or two ahead, he didn't need a clear picture to recognize the familiar crescent-shaped mustache in the vision.

Instantly, he understood who the clone was going to be.

"Run!" Katakuri yelled to his crew.

But it was too late. The crew didn't react in time.

Boom.

The transformation leaf exploded into a cloud of smoke.

"Gurararara!"

In the next second, a younger version of Whitebeard emerged.

"White-Whitebeard~~~oh my god."

"How can this be? How can the Marines replicate someone like him?"

"We're doomed! Without Mama here, how can we possibly fight?"

The morale of the Big Mom Pirates plummeted instantly. Panic filled their eyes, and the thought of resisting vanished.

The younger Whitebeard glanced around, disappointment clear in his eyes.

"It's a shame Linlin isn't here. I was hoping for a little chat with her again."

"Forget it, let's end this quickly."

Activating his powerful Tremor-Tremor Fruit ability, the younger Whitebeard unleashed a devastating quake. In the terrified eyes of the pirates and a battle-ready Katakuri, he struck both the warship and the sea.

Crack, crack, crack.

The pirate ship split open, and towering waves surged, crashing down like mountains.

"Bastard, using such a method..."

Katakuri trembled, his face paling. As a Devil Fruit user, seawater was his ultimate weakness. No matter how strong someone was, all their power would vanish the moment they touched the sea.

Even when he saw the younger Whitebeard appear, he didn't feel completely outmatched. But he never expected...

Instead of directly attacking him, the strongest person present, the clone shattered the ship and summoned massive waves.

"Is this really Whitebeard's style?" he thought, panic surging within him. "Isn't he worried that even his clone, a Devil Fruit user like myself, won't escape the sea's wrath?"

But then, it hit him.

"He's just a clone!"

Boom.

The massive waves crashed down, swallowing everyone on the ship.

On the swaying warship, the Vice Admiral watched with bright eyes until the sea finally calmed.

Turning to the soldiers behind him, he barked, "Don't just stand there! Get the seastone and capture Katakuri for me."

"And don't forget Whitebeard's transformation leaf—it's a rare treasure, enough to take down a big pirate!"

The soldiers snapped back to reality, saluted quickly, and dove into the deep sea.

Soon, Katakuri, drenched and defeated, was handcuffed with seastone and dragged onto the warship.

"..Big Mom's second son!"

"Hahahahaha, I've been waiting a long time to capture you," the Vice Admiral said, grabbing Katakuri by the head and laughing triumphantly.

Katakuri opened his eyes slightly, staring at him with cold indifference.

Winners and losers—if you lose, you must bear the weight of your failure.

Just like the pirates who had lost to Katakuri in the past.

"It's really boring."

After the Vice Admiral finished laughing, he noticed Katakuri's lack of response. He smacked his lips in disappointment, shook his head, and ordered, "Take him away and lock him up. I'll personally escort him to Impel Down."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers rushed to the lower deck of the warship, dragging Katakuri with them.

As the warship disappeared over the horizon, a few heads emerged from the distant sea—the remnants of the Big Mom Pirates.

"Katakuri-sama was captured by the Marines… it's over!"

"We need to go back and tell Mama."

"Yes, yes, grab the boards and start paddling."

In the first half of the Grand Line, on a remote island, two figures with long swords stood facing each other, their intense battle having just ended.

"You are very strong. My name is Cyril. What is your name?"

The warrior Cyril glanced at the bloodstain on his arm where it had been slashed, but a smile played on his lips. He looked ahead at the young man with sharp, eagle-like yellow eyes, gripping a long sword in both hands.

"Dracule Mihawk."

Mihawk took a deep breath, responding in a low voice. His condition was dire—his body drenched in sweat, and the hand holding his sword trembled from exhaustion.

"A swordsman like you… why have I never heard of your name?" Mihawk asked, curious.

"To be honest, I don't know where my original body is. The one who copied me only had an impression of me from the nearby sea."

The warrior Cyril twirled his sword, slowly advancing. As he did, he continued speaking:

"Boy, I actually have high hopes for you. The fact that you fought me for so long shows your strong talent in swordsmanship."

"If my original self were here, I wouldn't want to kill you. But, unfortunately…"

"When I was copied, the order given to me was to kill all pirates, and you are a wanted pirate."

Mihawk's eagle eyes narrowed. He had sensed a strong killing intent moments before, but he could tell that Cyril's admiration for him was genuine.

This told him that Cyril was truly not in control of his actions, completely bound by the orders given to his replica.

"Even though I know you're just a copy, it saddens me that you're imprisoned like this."

"But don't worry, I'll free you with the sword in my hand."

The warrior Cyril's smile widened.

"If you survive today, come find me in the second half of the Grand Line. We'll have a fair and just fight then."

"I understand."

"Then, pirate Mihawk... prepare to die!"

Clang! Sing!

The piercing sound of swords clashing echoed through the island, the sharp sword energy slicing through the surroundings.

On the warship, the soldiers stared in shock.

"Hey, what kind of monster did we run into? How could someone fight Cyril for so long?"

"Cyril is just a copy, after all. Could he lose if his energy runs out?"

"It's fine. If he loses, the Captain will just release Lord Borsalino again."

"Right, then that guy is done for today. Hey, where's Vergo?"

"I think he went to the toilet, probably with an upset stomach."

In the ship's room, Virgo held a Den Den Mushi in his hand, speaking quickly:

"Doffy, I've found a good candidate, but he's about to be captured."

"Do you want a swordsman or not? If you do, I'll send him your way."