Chapter 5 - Infinite Swordsman.

Author note - I wanted to give some OP abilities to Jason but as a geek I couldn't resist giving him Mihawk's powers. Imagine Gojo using a sword. Daymnnn.

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"For my last wish, I want the skills and powers of Dracule Mihawk," Jason declared with barely contained excitement. He had always admired swordsmen—the elegance, precision, and sheer mastery they embodied. The thought of wielding a sword like Mihawk's, of holding the title of a supreme swordsman, thrilled him to his core. He had planned to take up swordsmanship as a hobby in this new life, but now the opportunity to wield the abilities of the strongest swordsman in the One Piece world was being handed to him on a silver platter.

"Hmmm, Dracule Mihawk, huh? Good choice," said God nonchalantly. He already knew what choices Jason would make because, well, he was the God of the Omniverse, obviously.

God continued, "Okay, Jason, your wish is granted. Off you go now."

"Wait! Before leaving, I just wanted to thank you for this amazing chance you gave me. Really, thank you so much." Jason thanked God for giving him this chance to live again with amazing powers.

"Haha, child, it's nothing for me. Just because you thanked me, I will give you a present," God said, his tone filled with obvious happiness.

"Thank you, God!" Jason thanked him again, his excitement soaring. A gift from God must be something good, right? Jason thought.

As Jason's thoughts swirled with possibilities, a shimmering light appeared before him, solidifying into a weapon. It wasn't just any weapon—it was a katana.

Jason's eyes widened in awe as the weapon took shape. Its very presence commanded respect. He reached out instinctively, and the katana floated gently into his hands, as though it had chosen him as its rightful master. The sensation of holding it was indescribable—a cold, smooth surface that seemed alive, pulsating faintly in his grip. He inspected the katana more closely.

The saya (scabbard) was a work of art. Its lacquered surface bore a gradient, fading from the deep indigo of twilight to the pale silver of moonlight.

The tsuka (hilt) was wrapped in pure white silk. The wrappings were interlaced with threads of gold, glimmering faintly like the first light of dawn.

The tsuba (guard) was circular, carved with a minimalist depiction of an eternal ouroboros—a snake devouring its own tail, symbolizing the infinite cycle of time and existence.

Jason grabbed the hilt with his right hand while the scabbard kept floating in the air. He took out the blade slowly, almost as if fearing he might break it. When unsheathed, the katana emitted a faint, resonant hum, like the soft tolling of a distant bell. It wasn't just a sound but a feeling—a vibration that settled deep in the soul, reminding anyone nearby that this was no mere weapon—it was a force of nature.

The blade was long and slender, forged with an otherworldly metal that shimmered in shades of black and silver. Depending on the light, the colors would shift—sometimes resembling the endless expanse of a starry night sky, other times the calm surface of a mirror reflecting infinity itself. Fine, intricate patterns danced along the blade's surface, like flowing rivers of liquid light, constantly moving yet impossibly still when focused upon.

Jason couldn't help but grin. This was it. The weapon every swordsman dreams of. He was excited beyond reason.

"Enough gawking," the God interrupted, snapping Jason out of his trance. "Let me explain its abilities."

Jason perked up immediately, gripping the hilt with anticipation. "Abilities? There's more?"

"Of course! What did you expect from the God of the Omniverse?" God said in a smug tone.

"Thank you, God!" Jason said again in excitement. He didn't even know how many times he had said "thank you" during his time with God.

"Sure, my child. Now let's get on with the abilities. There are only two. The first ability is to adjust the blade's length and sharpness based on your will. The second ability is that the katana passively bends space, making even the smallest movements deadly. So, how do you like it?" God asked, his tone suggesting he was fishing for praise.

Jason was ecstatic. What else was he supposed to feel? With such an overpowered sword and Mihawk's skills, he would already be incredibly strong, even without Limitless. But if you added Limitless to the equation… "Throughout the heavens and earth, I alone am the honored one," Jason giggled like a child with his inner narcissistic monologue.

"Ahem! Jason, you know I can hear your thoughts, right?" God said. Jason realized that the real honored one was standing before him. He felt a twinge of embarrassment.

"Thank you once again, God. I am really grateful for everything," Jason said, this time with a heartfelt expression.

"Yeah, yeah, you've thanked me too many times now. I'll send you home. Get going," God said, waving Jason off as if shooing him away.

"Okay, God. Bye-bye," Jason said, waving as his body began to disappear. He took one last look around the place—white and empty. He didn't get to see God's form, but he was content that he had spoken to him. Now, with his newfound abilities and weapon, he was determined to live his life to the fullest.

Marvel Cinematic Universe, huh? No problem, Jason thought as his body faded away.

As if hearing his thoughts, God said, "Ah, one last thing. You can expect some minor changes to your Marvel Cinematic Universe now. Think of it as an exchange for the sword you just got. Now go live your life, my child."

"HUH! No, wait—" Before Jason could finish, he was sent out.

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