Joining the Crew

Both Broly and Madra had the strongest potential in their respective universes. Well, maybe Gohan's potential was greater than Broly's, but Broly still had immense potential. And Madra? He was dubbed as having a potential that hadn't appeared in history and might never appear again in the future. That's how insanely strong his potential was—along with his swordsmanship, the absolute menace.

Next was Dante's gravity magic, which manifested in the form of a strange tattoo, like an book pierced by sword from all sides, on the back of my hand. Thankfully, I didn't need to carry any grimoires with me. Lastly, the Overhaul Quirk—a powerful ability that allowed me to deconstruct and reconstruct anything.

Just by combining these powers I think, I can rule the One Piece world now.

"First, let's check the Overhaul Quirk," I thought to myself as I placed my hand on a nearby rock. The rock began to disintegrate as I deconstructed it and then reconstructed it into a long sword made of iron.

This was the power of Overhaul, it makes one master of matter, allowing one to shape it as one wants, though I was able to shape it into Iron, as I now its Mater composition, but Can't say about other powerful metals like....Vibranium of Marvel.

I picked up the sword and checked its edges, which were very sharp. Just by running my finger over it, I ended up cutting myself slightly.

I grinned, enjoying this newfound power. "Now, I have the true edge," I muttered. The reason for coming to the One Piece world was starting to shift. At first, I thought about joining the Straw Hat Pirates or even the Whitebeard Pirates and using Super Travel to leave after gaining strength. But now, there's no need for that. I have my own means of becoming stronger. I just need to train, and I'll grow even more powerful.

With the sword in hand, I found a clear area to train. As I swung the blade, I focused on my movements, channeling the Overhaul Quirk. Each swing felt natural, like an extension of my own body. The simplicity of it all was astonishing. It was as if the techniques were ingrained in my mind, waiting for me to unlock them.

"Is this what it means to be a genius?" I mused, feeling the flow of energy around me. The world seemed to bend to my will. As I deconstructed and reconstructed objects around me, I began to understand the core principles of the Quirk. I could manipulate the very essence of matter, turning the mundane into powerful weapons or tools.

I set up various targets—a series of rocks and branches—and began to practice. With each strike, I dismantled them into their base elements and reformed them into different shapes. A spear, a shield, a makeshift bomb. The possibilities were endless. My confidence soared as I realized how easily I could adapt my environment to suit my needs.

As I continued training, I also delved into the other abilities I had acquired. With Madra's potential coursing through me, my swordsmanship improved with every swing. I visualized the legendary Undefeated King in my mind, drawing from his skills and techniques. My footwork became sharper, and my strikes more precise.

Then there was Dante's gravity magic. I could feel the pull of gravity around me, and I experimented with manipulating it. By concentrating, I could increase the gravitational force on my sword, adding extra weight to my attacks. It felt exhilarating to combine these abilities—slicing through the air with the Overhaul Quirk while bending gravity to my will.

The training was relentless, but I reveled in the challenge. Hours passed as I pushed my limits, my body growing stronger, my mind sharper. I was no longer just a newcomer in this world; I was becoming a force to be reckoned with.

It had been months—I lost track of time after a certain point—since I started training on this island. I had made this place my home, using the Overhaul Quirk to build a cozy shelter and gather food. The island was abundant with wild boars, and the fish here were enormous, some the size of small dogs. My survival was secure, and my training was relentless.

But one day, as I was practicing my swordsmanship on the beach, I noticed something on the horizon. A ship was passing by—no, it was coming toward me. The ship was adorned with a vibrant Jolly Roger flag, unmistakable to anyone familiar with the world of pirates. My heart raced at the sight.

"What are the Straw Hat Pirates doing here?" I whispered to myself, a mix of excitement and anxiety flooding through me. I had trained tirelessly for months, and the thought of encountering them was both thrilling and daunting.

I continued to practice my sword, as they are still far away, while I waited from them.

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"Huh?" Usopp exclaimed as he spotted the boy on the island practicing.

"Hey! Zoro!" Usopp shouted, trying to get the swordsman's attention. Zoro, who was lifting his dumbbells, glanced over. "What is it?"

"Check this out!" Usopp said excitedly as he rushed over to Zoro. He grabbed his binoculars and peered through them, widening his eyes in disbelief. "This posture... this slash! It's so perfect!" Zoro mumbled to himself, impressed by the boy's technique. "I see what you saw!"

Usopp looked shocked. He wanted the crew to know that there was someone on the island who needed their help. "Let's go fight him!"

"Nani?" Usopp gasped again as Zoro shouted.

"Just head toward him," Zoro said, pointing in the direction of the boy. Nami, who was at the helm of the Going Merry, raised an eyebrow. "Why change course?" she asked, confused.

"Just go!" Zoro insisted, already heading to the deck.

Nami shrugged, nodding reluctantly. "Maybe this fool found something useful," she thought as she steered the ship closer to the island.

The island looked small and uninhabited, with dense foliage and rocky terrain. Nami's mind was racing as she tried to figure out their next move. 'Hmm, it's a small, uninhabited island. It should provide us shelter, at least, and we can replenish our food supply there.'

Zoro kept his eyes on the boy practicing as he prepared to jump off the ship.