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Pirate Hunter in Roger's Era(With Bodily Refinement Bead)

In a world ruled by pirates, Jack stands out as a fearsome warrior who only seeks two things: battles and women. He is a man who enjoys the thrill of the fight and the passion of the flesh, and he wanders the world in search of both. With the Bodily Refinement Bead, a powerful tool that enhances his strength and agility, he takes on any opponent who crosses his path. Starting his journey from the West Blue, Jack encounters a variety of challenges and obstacles, each one more difficult than the last. He faces off against other pirates, marauding sea creatures, and even mythical beasts from ancient legends. But despite the dangers he faces, he remains fearless and undaunted, always ready for the next challenge. Along the way, he meets many women who are drawn to his strength and his charisma. Some of them are pirates, while others are innocent civilians caught in the crossfire of his battles. But no matter who they are, they all fall for his rugged charm and his unbridled passion. Despite his love of battle and women, Jack still has a heart. He cares deeply for his family, especially his beloved daughter, who he adores above all else. And while he seeks the thrill of the fight, he is never cruel or malicious, always treating his opponents with respect and dignity. As he travels the seas, Jack encounters many legendary figures from the age of pirates, including the likes of Garp, Roger, and Xebec. But he does not see them as enemies, only as worthy opponents who he would love to fight someday. And with each battle he wins, he grows stronger, more skilled, and more determined to live life to the fullest. In the end, Jack's journey is one of adventure, passion, and excitement. He is a man who lives for the moment, never afraid to take risks or face danger head-on. And whether he is battling pirates on the high seas or seducing women in exotic locales, he does so with a zest for life that is truly inspiring. **I am currently writing three novels simultaneously - One Piece with Bodily Refinement Bead, Bleach with Soul Cube, and Naruto with Divine Purple Card. I allocate 40% of my imagination to One Piece and another 40% to Bleach, with the remaining 20% dedicated to Naruto. By subscribing to my Patreon, you can gain access to advanced chapters of all three novels.**

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Not a Threat, But a Promise

With a firm nod, Jack moved to leap out of the ship, determination burning in his eyes. However, the Kuja Warriors who had accompanied Amelia and Shakky raised their bows. Their faces were steely as one of them declared, "No man is allowed on the island." The decree was final, their unyielding gaze matching their resolute words.

Jack's eyes met theirs, a storm brewing in the depths. "Move," he commanded, his voice thunderous. However, the warriors remained undeterred. "I said, no man is allowed," the woman repeated, her voice unwavering. Jack's gaze hardened further as he looked at her, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "I will find my Princess even if I have to raze this island to nothing. Move, or die." The threat hung in the air, chilling in its intensity.

One of the warriors scoffed, "Are you threatening us?" she asked, her voice incredulous. Jack's gaze was icy as he met hers, "I am promising you," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Amelia stood behind Jack, her heart pounding in her chest. Her gaze darted between the immovable warriors and the unyielding man who stood his ground. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.

Shakky watched the unfolding standoff with a practiced eye. The tension in the air was palpable, the looming confrontation a hair's breadth away from exploding. Her voice cut through the taut silence, a determined decree against the brewing storm. "Kuja Warriors," she began, her tone unwavering, "this is an extraordinary situation, and I decree that Jack is allowed on the island."

The warriors shifted, their gazes flickering to the aged pirate queen. With an almost reverent murmur, they knelt. "My Queen." Their conviction, however, was not easily swayed. "It is a tradition we have protected for centuries. How can we break it now?"

Shakky's expression hardened, her eyes flashing in annoyance. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she reiterated her command. "I said so, it will be so. Move." Bowing their heads in reluctant submission, the warriors shuffled aside, clearing the path.

Jack cast a brief glance of gratitude towards Shakky, his focus never straying far from his singular objective. With a swift movement, he leaped out of the ship, his figure a blur against the bright morning light. Hitting the sand, he barely paused to acknowledge his surroundings before releasing his Haki.

Yet the extended feelers of his consciousness returned nothing. Aria was not within his range. His heart clenched at the thought, but he quickly suppressed it. Now was not the time for panic. Emotions were hurdles, action would find Aria.

With a final glance at the ship, he started towards a direction, guided by an instinct honed over countless battles. He was no stranger to navigating his way through seemingly insurmountable odds. He was not a man who would be lost in emotions when he was needed. His steps were swift and purposeful, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

A rustle in the leaves overhead pulled Jack's attention upwards. Shakky descended gracefully from the treetops, landing with a lightness that belied her age. Her brows were furrowed, her lips a thin line, but she said nothing. She didn't need to. The two shared a mutual understanding, a silent conversation carried by their eyes alone. They were united in their mission, their concerns mirrored in each other's gaze.

Jack didn't pause in his search. His long legs moved swiftly, a blur as he leaped from one tree to the next. His keen eyes scanned the vast expanse, each small rustle or snap of twig drawing his attention. Even the gentlest brush of wind against leaf was not missed. Every few moments, he released pulses of his Haki, casting out an invisible net, hoping to catch any sign of his precious daughter.

Yet, with each failed attempt, the knot in his stomach grew tighter. An icy dread began to seep into his veins, slowly chipping away at his stony exterior. His heart pounded in his chest, each thud echoing Aria's name. He pushed away the creeping tendrils of despair, his gaze hardening. He wouldn't - couldn't - fail.

Ten agonizing minutes crawled by, and finally, a faint signature pinged in his Haki's range. Aria. Relief washed over him but it was short-lived as he sensed another presence. A boar, its malicious intent clear as it cornered his daughter. Panic welled up within him. He wasn't close enough. He needed to buy time.

Acting purely on instinct, he reached out to the bead's space, summoning Pacura. The giant panther materialized before him, a dark shadow under the dappled canopy. "Pacura, release your aura," he ordered, his voice low yet firm.

Without hesitation, Pacura complied. The air grew heavy as the panther exuded an aura so dreadful it was palpable. A wave of raw, primal fear washed over the island. Birds took flight in a flurry of feathers. Animals burrowed into their dens. The usual hum of the jungle was replaced by an eerie silence. The intimidating aura was like a dark cloud, casting a suffocating shroud over the island.

Caught in the direct path of Pacura's aura, the boar froze, its menacing demeanor wavering. Its bravado had dissipated, replaced by a primal fear. The carnivorous intent it held towards Aria was forgotten, replaced by a desperate need for self-preservation.

Shakky, who had been trailing Jack, found herself staring at Pacura in disbelief. She was no stranger to beasts, having lived a life on the seas and braved countless dangers. Yet, Pacura was different. Its aura was a crushing tide, a tempest of dread that demanded respect. A cold shiver ran down her spine. The panther was a terrifying creature, a beast that embodied raw, untamed power.

Meanwhile, Jack wasted no time. He was already on the move, his figure blurring as he sprinted through the dense undergrowth. The sight of the panther had rattled the boar, buying him precious time.

Shakky, shaken from her stupor, was quick to follow. Her heart pounded in sync with Jack's steady strides, the dreadful aura of the panther still prickling her senses.

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