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One Piece: Hashirama

patreon.com/Athome790 ____________________________ In the relentless waters of the Grand Line, where strength dictates the law and blood stains the waves, a legendary being emerges: Senju Hashirama, the Ninja God of Wano. A reincarnated soul with the might of Naruto's First Hokage, Hashirama has conquered Wano in the blink of an eye, challenging the established order and attracting the fury of those who rule the seas. His ambition burns like an inextinguishable flame, and his strength surpasses the limits of imagination. In this world where only the strongest survive, Hashirama rises as a titan, determined to conquer everything in his path. Will this Ninja God dominate the cruel and ruthless sea of One Piece? Or will he succumb to the claws of those who cling to power at any cost? ________ Note: The cover in not mine all right reserved to the original creator, if you are a creator and want me to remove this art then plz feel free to comment or try to reach out to me. English is not my first language, written to add more words to my vocabulary and earn some money. If you want to support my writing, join my patreon: Athome790 patreon.com/Athome790

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The two stared at each other in silence, their eyes shining with an intensity that illuminated the night.

Finally, Fenrir broke the silence with a deep growl. "This is not the right arena for our fight... The Empress of this island is not a weak woman. It would be a nuisance to deal with both at once."

Hashirama, with an arrogant smile, raised an eyebrow. "And that worries you? Does a guy like you fear a mere woman?"

Fenrir narrowed his eyes, his fur bristling in irritation. "Do not underestimate the Kuja, Hashirama. They are formidable warriors. And their empress..." He paused, recalling that woman with silver hair. "...she is a force to be reckoned with."

Hashirama laughed, his voice resonating with a mocking echo. "A woman, no matter how strong, is no match for a god like me! This place is just a paradise for me, full of women willing to satisfy my desires. But you're right, this is not the place for our duel. I don't want my victory to be tainted by third-party interference."

"Besides," he added with a malicious smile, "it wouldn't be fair for the ladies of this island to witness how a mere wolf is crushed under my hand."

Fenrir growled, showing his sharp teeth. "Do not underestimate me, Hashirama. I am the wolf that will devour the god."

Hashirama shrugged, his smile widening. "A wolf against a god, eh? I like your ambition. But I warn you, Fenrir, I am not an easy god to kill."

With a swift movement of his hands, Hashirama created a gigantic wooden bird over twenty meters tall that soared into the sky. Fenrir, with a powerful leap, transformed into a giant wolf and pounced on the bird, his claws gripping its back.

The wooden bird, guided by Hashirama's will, rose into the air, leaving Amazon Lily behind. They flew for a few minutes, the wind whispering between them, until they spotted an island on the horizon.

From above, the island resembled a sleeping beast, its jagged mountains like dark claws gripping the sea. The full moon bathed the landscape in a silver glow, revealing the dense jungle covering the slopes and valleys.

The wooden bird descended in a dive, its wings beating the air forcefully as it approached the island. It landed with a thud in a jungle clearing, its roots sinking into the damp earth. Hashirama and Fenrir jumped to the ground, their bodies tense, ready for battle.

The silence of the night was broken by a guttural roar. Fenrir, without a word, lunged at Hashirama, transforming into his hybrid form mid-leap. His muscles swelled under his black fur, his claws lengthened like blades, and his yellow eyes shone with a predatory fury.

Hashirama responded instantly, dodging the attack with agility. With a fluid movement of his hands, five gigantic pillars sprang from the ground, surrounding Fenrir in a defensive formation.

Fenrir, undeterred, launched a powerful claw imbued with Armament Haki, shattering one of the pillars. Hashirama counterattacked with a colossal dragon emerging from the earth, its jaws wide open to bite Fenrir.

Dodging the attack with an agile jump, Fenrir countered with his freezing breath, a blast of icy air that froze the wooden dragon mid-flight. Hashirama, however, had already anticipated the move thanks to his Observation Haki and responded with a Fire Dragon Jutsu, melting the ice and creating a steam curtain that concealed his next move.

Taking advantage of the cover, Fenrir transformed into his full form, the colossal wolf of Norse mythology. His size doubled, his claws became enormous, and his fur bristled, radiating a dark, menacing energy.

Hashirama did not retreat. With a war cry, a giant replica of himself made of hardened wood rose from the ground. The two colossi clashed in a titanic battle, their blows shaking the earth and making the trees tremble.

Fenrir, using his Observation Haki, predicted the movements of the Wooden Man and dodged them with ease. With a powerful leap, he pounced on Hashirama, his claws aiming for his throat.

But Hashirama was ready. With a quick move, he dodged the attack and countered with a punch imbued with Conqueror's Haki, hitting Fenrir on the snout and sending him flying backward.

The berserker wolf quickly recovered, his accelerated regeneration healing his wounds. With a furious roar, he charged at Hashirama, his body and axe enveloped in Armament Haki.

Hashirama, however, was not intimidated. With a series of rapid hand seals, he launched the Earth Wall Jutsu, creating a massive barrier that halted Fenrir's charge. Then, taking advantage of the distraction, Hashirama jumped over the wall and launched a giant fireball at Fenrir.

Surprised by Hashirama's speed and versatility, Fenrir barely managed to dodge the attack. The fireball hit the ground, creating a smoking crater and scorching Fenrir's fur.

Enraged, Fenrir let out a howl that made the earth tremble. The wolf's fury manifested in a sudden snowstorm, ice flakes sharp as blades imbued with Armament Haki lashed at Hashirama, cutting his skin and leaving bloody marks on his armor.

Hashirama, feeling the cold bite into his flesh, growled in pain. Blood oozed from his wounds, staining the ground at his feet. "Interesting," he muttered, a sadistic smile curling on his lips. "It seems you're not just a rabid dog."

With a swift move, Hashirama created a wooden shield to protect himself from the ice storm. But Fenrir, anticipating his move, jumped over the shield and launched a surprise attack.

His axe, imbued with Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki, crashed into Hashirama's shoulder, making him stagger back several steps, his armor cracking under the impact.

"Is that all you've got?!" roared Fenrir, his voice full of contempt. "You're weak, Hashirama! A false god!"

Hashirama, wounded and humiliated, felt the anger burn within him. The arrogant smile disappeared from his face, replaced by an expression of cold determination.

"Very well, wolf," he said, his voice low and threatening. "If you want a real fight, you'll have it."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, entering a state of deep concentration. The natural energy of the island began to flow toward him, enveloping him in an emerald green aura.

When he opened his eyes, black marks appeared beneath them, and his face radiated a terrifying calm. "Let's see now, beast," he whispered, and a wave of power spread across the island, making the ground tremble and silencing the animals.

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