One Piece: Shadows of the Tides

At the top of a mountain, a boy rested under the shade of a tree.

His dark skin and white hair glowed faintly under the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Two disproportionate black wings extended from his back.

As he slept, a soft smile curved his lips, and large bubbles emerged from his nose, floating briefly before bursting.

In his dream, the boy appeared as an adult, radiating beauty while giving orders with the arrogance of an emperor, mentioning figures like "Imu."

These thoughts, though scattered and confusing, reflected his deepest aspirations.

In the distance, a small girl was running towards him.

She had the same dark skin and white hair, and like him, bore a pair of black wings. Seeing the boy under the tree, her expression turned worried.

She quickened her pace, calling out to him with a slightly reproachful tone: "Onii-chan! Are you being lazy again?"

The girl stopped next to the boy and, without hesitation, began to shake him.

The bubbles on the boy's nose popped one by one, and his eyes opened lazily. His expression of annoyance disappeared when he saw his sister, replaced by a warm smile.

"Jenny, I wasn't being lazy," he murmured with a sleepy smile. "I finished my training early."

"Onii-chan is amazing!" Jenny exclaimed, her eyes shining like stars. "Dad asked you to do all that training, and you did it!"

The boy, trying to maintain a serious demeanor, couldn't help but let a spark of pride shine in his eyes, though he tried to hide it. "It's just a small part of what I can do."

"I know! I know that one day you'll defeat those Celestial Dragons, and our tribe will return to where it belongs!" Hearing this, the boy felt a familiar tension in his chest, but he quickly hid it, gently patting Jenny's head. "Yes, one day... But why aren't you home now?"

Jenny closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of her brother's hand in her hair.

After a moment, the boy softly withdrew his hand and stood up. As he did, he stretched, his wings spreading slightly. "Why aren't you home now?" he asked, looking at her curiously.

"Mom sent me to find you," Jenny replied, opening her eyes and smiling. "Dad has returned from hunting and brought back a great sea king. He said it would be enough to feed the whole tribe for days." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke. "Dad is the best swordsman, no one can hurt him."

The boy smiled at his sister's excitement. "Go ahead, Jenny. I'll pack my things and be home in a moment."

The girl cheerfully nodded and began to run back home, while the boy watched her with a tender look.

"I must protect all of this," the boy whispered.

Garfield Kael, that was his name now, and he had accepted it. At six years old, he had lived long enough to understand that he didn't belong to this place, this world. In his previous life, he was an ordinary young man on Earth, a fan of fanfics, anime, and basketball.

He clearly remembered the day everything changed: the sound of the engine, the blinding light, and that damn truck... then darkness.

When he woke up, he was no longer the excited university student ready to start a new chapter in his life, but a baby in a completely unfamiliar place.

The first faces he saw were those of his new parents: a man and a woman, giants with black wings and fire behind their backs, who looked at him with love.

His mind, still adjusting to his new body, tried to process what he saw. "An angel?" he wondered, convinced he had been reborn in a world of Heroes, Gods, and Demons.

As the years passed, reality began to become clearer, and the words floating around him painted a different picture than he had imagined. "Pirates," "Marines," "World Government."

These words echoed in his mind, filling him with doubt and fear, so he went straight to his father to ask what he feared most...

"Dad, what is the World Government?" he asked, looking at him anxiously.

His father's face, which until then had always shown a serene expression, darkened. Without saying a word, he lifted him and sat him on his lap.

"The World Government," his father began, his voice filled with bitterness, "is an evil organization, made up of people who know no compassion. They have hunted our people, the Lunarians, for centuries. All those who fall into their hands… never return."

Kael listened in silence, feeling how a cold despair took hold of his heart. The stories of heroes and beautiful heroines he had imagined for his new life crumbled with each word.

'God, why did you bring me here?' he thought with anguish.

Kael remained silent, his mind trying to process the harsh reality.

His father, noticing the unease in his son's eyes, hugged him tightly. "My son, you have nothing to worry about," he said softly, trying to dispel the fear he saw reflected on Kael's face. "We are far from the eyes of the Celestial Dragons. Here, on this island, we are safe. No one can find us in this corner of the Calm Belt."

The boy looked up at his father, and Kael said something that surprised him, "Dad, I want to start training tomorrow," he said with determined voice.

His father's response was immediate and firm. "No!"

He knew that the world they lived in allowed no weaknesses, but he couldn't allow his son to rush into dangerous training without being prepared.

Kael lowered his gaze, disappointed. "Why, Dad?... I know it's dangerous out there. If you don't let me exercise, how will I be able to defend myself?" His wings, usually upright, drooped with discouragement as he spoke.

His father sighed, understanding his son's desire. "You are still very young, Kael. You are only two years old. You need to wait a little longer, until you are four years old, before you start serious training. You need to be stronger to face what awaits you." His words were an attempt to protect Kael, to ensure that he grew strong enough before facing what awaited him in the future.

Kael nodded, though he wasn't entirely satisfied. He knew his father only wanted to protect him. "Alright," he murmured.

But then, his father broke the silence with a cunning smile. "Although… you can start training something from now."

Kael looked up, hopeful, until his father continued: "You can train your stomach! Kahaha." His father's laughter echoed in the place, while Kael looked at him in confusion.

'Train my stomach?' Kael thought, perplexed. 'Is he talking about eating? Hump! In my previous life, I was a man banned from buffets.'

With a smile, Kael accepted the challenge. "Train my stomach? No problem, Dad! From now on, watch closely."

The next two years passed quickly, and Kael showed that he took the "training" his father had proposed seriously.

Day by day, his appetite grew, and soon, the young Lunarian became a legend within the tribe for his ability to eat.

The elders joked that Kael had a bottomless stomach, and his father, though surprised, couldn't help but laugh every time he saw his son devouring large amounts of food and still asking for more.

"Kael, why are you hungry again after eating?" his father would jokingly ask every time he saw him get up from the table to get more food.

The little Kael, now a four-year-old boy with unstoppable energy, laughed along with his father. "Ha ha ha! Dad, now that we have enough food, tomorrow let's go hunt a sea king or a giant sea serpent, and ask Aunt Otta to cook them." His enthusiasm was contagious, and though his words were exaggerated, his father couldn't help but share his laughter.

"But now that you can exercise your appetite, let's go, Kahahaha!" his father responded, gently tapping Kael's head with affection.

…

Kael stood up slowly, stretching his arms and legs after a hard training session.

The small blades of grass that had stuck to his clothes fell to the ground as he shook himself off.

His majestic wings fluttered slightly, releasing the accumulated dust. A warm sensation ran down his back as the flames, the distinctive mark of his Lunarian lineage, suddenly flared up, growing in intensity.

The heat was palpable, rippling the air around him, but his clothes, strangely enough, remained intact.

Without further delay, Kael leaned forward, gaining momentum with a swift movement.

In an instant, he soared into the air, leaving behind the hill where he had trained all morning. The wind surrounded him, caressing his skin and making the flames on his back dance more vigorously.

As he ascended, the hill and the mountainous terrain surrounding his home unfolded before him.

From the air, the view of the mountain peak where he lived always left him breathless. The land around the house was incredibly flat, as if nature itself had sculpted that space.

As he descended, Kael murmured, "How is it possible for something so perfect to exist? This is more than the work of nature…"

Upon landing near the house, his father, Jack, appeared in the doorway with a proud smile on his face. "It's fascinating, isn't it?" he said, catching the amazement in his son's eyes. "This hill, this land… they are not the work of nature, Kael. I sculpted them myself!"

Kael stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What?! Really?!" His voice was full of aston cimiento.

"Don't you believe me?" Jack let out a soft chuckle as he disappeared briefly into the house, only to reappear with a long sword, its sheath a deep purple hue.

Kael watched his father with curiosity.

His father was very tall, standing at 6.6 meters in height. For anyone else, that would be terrifying, but for Kael, it was normal.

At just six years old, Kael was already 1.8 meters tall, something that in his previous life would have been remarkable, but here, in the world of One Piece, even his father was considered small.

The atmosphere changed in an instant. Jack's usual serene expression turned serious as he slowly unsheathed the sword.

A dark energy began to emanate from his arm, spreading towards the blade of the sword.

Kael felt a shiver run down his spine; he knew what this was.

The blade darkened completely, covered by a black substance.

Haki.

Jack remained silent for a moment, letting the tension build.

"Hump." Then, with a simple snort, he unleashed a power so intense that the very air seemed to freeze. The colors around them faded, as if the entire world bowed to the force of his will.

*Swoosh*

With no apparent effort, Jack swung the sword, sending a wave of cutting energy that roared through the sky.

Kael watched with his mouth agape as the cutting wave sliced through the mountain in front of them, splitting it in two as if it were butter, and continued its path, cutting through several more mountains before finally dissipating