A New Dawn

**Date Completed:** October 1st, 2023

**Previous Role-Play**: N/A

***Next Role-Play***: The Rich & The Worshipped

**Users Involved:** User:YANZ OP, User:Ragnar Wargon

**Setting:** South Blue, Hana Village

***Timeline***: February 11th, 1585
**Characters Involved**:
**Pirates**: Yoann D. Kytaro, Wargon D. Durz. Dovariin
**Other**:

## Pirate Of Muscle

February 11th, 1585South Blue, Hana Village
The Hana Village was bustling with life as usual. Plains and hills of green stretched as far as the eye could see, littered with flowers of all kinds. This village was known for its incredible diversity of flower species, with some rarely seen elsewhere. But that day, a crowd had formed near the port, as if something was about to happen.

Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard. "Kytaro! Hurry up! Your stuff is ready! And the others are waiting for you at the port..." she said, calling out to her son, Yoann D. Kytaro. Her name was dressed in her baker's uniform, with a red shirt with black spots and a long white skirt, and she had a scarf tied up in her long yellow hair. She stood in front of the door of her house, who was located on a hill, grabbing an orange rucksack.

"Yeah, i'm coming!" the young boy replied. He was wearing a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned blue jacket on top and a white knee-length shorts with blue checks near the bottom, enrolled by a red sash tied at the waist. His slightly curly hair, growing in a hair whorl around a point on her crown, was coloured in a gradient from yellow-orange to red. His dark eyes glanced at his bandana, lying on a piece of furniture in front of him. "I guess I'm really going now," he said, smirking. He reached for his bandana and grabbed it, tying it around his head. "*This is really the start of my adventure!*" he said quietly, before smiling.

"*Kytaro!!*" his mother shouted again. This snapped the teenager out of his excitement. "Ah... Yes, mom!" he said before hurrying to the door, opening it and going out. His mother was waiting for him right in front of the door. "*Gosh! Kytaro! You know very well that everyone is waiting for you at the port! Why are you like this?*" she said. "Well..." he said, looking away in embarrassment. "*Here's your bag.*" she said, extending her arm towards her son. "*Inside you'll find a change of clothes, money and provisions. You've got enough for one and a half weeks' travel, it may not seem much but it's all I've been able to get with my savings this month.*" she continued, grabbing her left with her right hand.

"It's not nothing, Mom! Thank you!" he said, before smiling broadly. "Whoa! This is heavy though!" He says, shocked by the weight of the bag after putting it on. "*Uh? Should i take it for you?*" his mom said. "Nah, don't worry about me, i'm fine." Kytaro replied, with a red head and veins appearing on its neck. His mother simply looked at him, smiling, amused by him. "Well, then... I'm going!" Kytaro said before starting to walk and passing right by his mother. "*Oh my... Kytaro didn't you forget to give me a "goodbye" hug by any mean?*" His mother said as she looked at him, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms and her feet while leaning on a wall.

"No, i didn't forget..." he said. "It's just that- *sniff* It's just that I knew that if I'd given you or dad a hug, *sniff*, I'd have started crying!!!" he said before turning around and starting to cry. "I don't know if I'll be able to cope without you two!!!". "*Gee... You're such a crybaby, Kytaro, do you know that? We'll all meet again! I promise!*" she said, before spreading her arms. "*Come here*".

Kytaro slowly started to advance towards her and then placed himself in her arms. "Thank you, mom! Thank you for everything!!!" he said. They stayed like that for a good minute. Then he gently pulled himself out. "Hey... Do you really promise me that we'll all meet again?" Kytaro questioned. "*YOU SHOUULD BE THE ONE TO MAKE THIS PROMISE! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S GOING OUT TO SEA!*" she shouted, her eyes going blank and her teeth getting sharp. "But... Yes, that's a promise! When you'll come back you'll find everyone here waiting for you!" she continued. "Pinky promise?" Kytaro asked, while putting his little finger up and the others, down. "*Pinky promise!*" She said as she caught Kytaro's little finger with her own. "*Well... Now go! The others are waiting for you!*" she said. "Ah... right!" he said before starting to run down the hill.

"*Sniff* Alright then! I'm going Mom! I'm going to give Daddy a hug at the port too! When I get back, I'm going to make sure we all have a huge banquet with all the friends I'll be making at sea!" he then shouted at the top of his lungs. "THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!" he shouted again as his voice faded in the distance. At the sight of her son getting further and further away, Anna's tears could not help but flow. "*You're really a crybaby, Kytaro...*"

Arriving at the port a little later, Kytaro found a crowd made up of almost the entire village waiting for him. "Finally!" they all shouted in unison. "That bad?" Kytaro said, a large bead of sweat forming on his face. Then the crowd parted to leave a gap between them so that Kytaro could pass. In front of him, at the end of this line, was Kytaro's father, Yoann D. Goro, checking the boat in which his son would be travelling. An imposing, muscular man with a thick beard and spiky red hair. He was wearing blue overalls with a white top underneath.

He turned to face Kytaro and said, "There you are, Kytaro! You've come at just the right time, I've just finished the inspection of your new small sailboat!". Kytaro's eyes turned into stars and his mouth got comically wide. "Is that really for me?! IT'S SO COOL!" he said. "No, no, you're far too kind, you idiot!" his father replied, a little flattered. Then Kytaro started to walk through this gap. Then they all took it in turns to wish Kytaro all the best.

Soon enough, Kytaro got to the small sailboat. Then he walked over to his father and tried to give him a hug. "Hey! No hug!" Goro said. Kytaro tilted his head to the side and said "Uh? Why?". "Because if i hug you i'm gonna cry-" Goro said again, before turning around to face his son and continuing with "And i really don't want to cry with so much people around me.", sobering. Kytaro started to laugh and then, he just held out his arm towards his dad. "Check then?" he said. Goro then sniffed before hand-checking his son, smiling broadly.

Kytaro then got into his boat and turned to the crowd. "So..-" he said before being cut by someone calling out his name. "KYTARO!!! KYTARO!!!" he shouted. A few seconds later, this man turned out to be the owner of the sweet shop. "I know you love candies and other sweets, so I brought you a bag of them!! Don't finish them all at once like you usually do!" he shouted again, before handing out the bag of sweets to Kytaro. Kytaro's eyes became watery and he bowed multiple times as a sign of gratitude. "Thank you! You have no idea how grateful I am! You're the best person ever!" he shouted. "Oy..." Goro said, irritated.

Finally, after all this, Kytaro untied the rope holding his boat to his village and put his hand to the sky, waving it back and forth. "Well now! I'M SETTING SAILL!! YAHOOOO!" he screamed before laughing."I promise we'll meet each other again!".

"HAHAHA! What a great day to go!!!" he said. He was feeling very enthusiastic. The idea of going out to sea was a childhood dream that he carried on over the years. "Hehe! Let's see what he took for me!" he said before opening his bag. His jaw dropped to the ground and his eyes turned into stars. He cried due to the emotion, because he saw that they were his favourites. In fact, Kytaro was an enthusiast for sweets and would do anything to get his hands on them. He devoured one, then another, then another etc... He ate a lot. "Ahhh! I ate soo much, it was sooo good! Time to sleep!" he said. Shortly afterwards, he fell asleep and his mind went blank.

## Ashore On A Foreign Beach

"Huh?!" Kytaro said as he woke up on a beach. He sat down on the warm sand and looked around. He saw his boat overturned near a tall hill or escarpment and its mast broken in two. Then he looked ahead and tilted his head to the side. "That's strange... Why am i here?" he said, extremely confused as to what could have happened to him. "And I'm all alone..." he said again, slowly beginning to depress. Then he got up and walked towards the stranded boat. And suddenly the thought of his sweets came back to him. He began to search like mad, examining every nook and cranny of the beach. Then he found the bag of biscuits, but found it empty. All he could do was collapse to the ground, completely depressed. "I don't have any will to live anymore... Why did i do wrong... What did i do to deserve this... I wanna turn into a tree..." he said while sobbing.

As Kytaro sat on the beach, consumed by his thoughts and sorrows, a sudden sound, as loud as thunder and sharp as cracking lightning, tore through the air. To his astonishment, a massive rift appeared in the once-clear expanse, like a tear in reality itself. The rift crackled with energy, its edges shimmering with a bluish hue that contrasted against the blue of the sky. From within the rift, something immense and otherworldly emerged. It was a figure, colossal in size, descending rapidly from the rift's opening.

While he was getting depressed, the sound of lightning reached him. The noise was very loud, suggesting that its source was close by, and drew the young man's attention directly. Kytaro turned around very quickly, trying to hold back his tears. What he saw literally knocked his eyes out of their sockets. For when Kytaro turned round, he saw a rip in the sky, from which a giant was emerging. Eh? What is happening here?" he thought. "Well, anyways... *My bag of sweets.... sniff Have i pissed off a deity... sniff What have I done... What have I...*" he said.

The rift from which the colossal figure emerged began to slowly close behind the massive man. The tear in the sky seemed to mend itself, the crackling energy dissipating into the air, leaving only a lingering sense of the surreal in its wake. The massive figure landed on the beach with a ground-shaking thud, causing the sand to scatter in all directions. The figure was truly immense, standing at least ten feet tall, his form radiating power and an air of gravitas.

The colossal man slowly rose from his landing, his massive frame towering over Kytaro. Blood trickled down from a gash on his forehead, matting his hair and marking his face with a grim testament to the battle he seemed to have emerged from. In his right hand, he held a sword—a fearsome weapon that gleamed with a crimson hue, the blade slick with fresh blood.

Kytaro, who was in the throes of a broken heart and depression, was suddenly disturbed by the sound of droplets falling to the ground. Intrigued, the young man stopped crying, stood up and turned to face the giant. "Oy! Gramps! What's the deal with you?" he shouted. Then he noticed the state of the stranger and was shocked. "What the- What happened to you?! Gramps?!" he said in shock.

The giant's gaze turned towards Kytaro, his eyes meeting the young man's in a moment of intense connection. Despite the situation, there was something about Kytaro's brashness and directness that seemed to resonate with the battle-worn stranger.

The colossal man's expression shifted, his weariness evident even from a distance. As Kytaro's words reached him, he managed to offer a faint, almost rueful smile, acknowledging the young man's address. However, the smile quickly faded, replaced by a visible wince of pain as he clutched his side, the wound that had caused his bleeding becoming all the more apparent.

Then, with a slow, laborious movement, the colossal man's legs seemed to buckle beneath the weight of his own exhaustion. His massive form descended to the sand once more, this time in a controlled descent rather than a crashing landing. The ground trembled under his weight, and as he knelt, his immense sword dug into the sand beside him.

"Hey you! Giant gramps! What happened to you? Answer me!" he says. He then approached the giant, walking at a reduced speed. Blood dripped from the giant's forehead and crashed to the ground. "Blood is dripping from your forehead... What's happened to you?"

"*I should try to call for help!*" he thought. "But where though? This island seems uninhabited..." he though while looking around. Then he looked over that escarpment. Strangely, it seemed to stretch across the entire beach, giving the island a weird "plateau" shape. The sight of the escarpment gave him the idea that there might be people beyond.

Paying a little more attention, he noticed that a little further along the beach, the escarpment had been softened into a slope. For him, this was proof that the island did indeed have inhabitants. "Hey! Gramps! Look over there! A slope! This might not seem like such a big deal but i'm convinced that this is a proof that this island is home to people!" he said enthusiastically, or rather relieved.

....

After a moment without response, he crouched down a little to see the giant, unconscious. "Phooey! What am I going to do now?!" he exclaimed, a little annoyed. "Hmmmmm, what should i do now?".
After a moment's thought, he made up his mind. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to carry you for a bit." he said as he put the giant on top of him, perfoming a fireman's carry. "Ah gramps, you'll owe me one, I'm covered in blood because of you..." he said, looking at the giant's head over his shoulder, smiling. Then he began to move slowly but surely up the slope, making sure he had positioned the wounded man correctly.

Gradually, but rather quickly given the weight he was carrying, Kytaro was approaching the town. The giant's blood flowing over him gave the harmless-looking boy a rather menacing aura. He breathed hard, inhaling and exhaling to the rhythm of his steps. Sweat quickly began to pour from his forehead.

After a few minutes' walk, Kytaro finally reached the slope. He looked at the size and angle of the slope. It was big, well over 10 meters high. "Phooey! This is going to be one hell of a ride!" he said. "Well then, time to go up!"

He began to walk up the steep slope. With every step, he could feel the crushing weight of the giant on his shoulders. But he persuaded himself to go on, to save the giant. "You must have eaten some to get so heavy, gramps." he said, still wearing this smile of his.

## Fayhaven Village

After a few rather intense minutes, he finally succeeded in climbing the slope. He let out a loud gasp before looking in front of him, he saw a sign that read: Fayhaven Village. Ahhh! I knew it!" he exclaimed, before ironically starting to run, despite the fact that he'd been struggling just a few seconds before. He sped past the sign and soon found himself at the entrance to a small town.

Everyone around turned to see the two young people. Shocked, stunned. These would probably be the words that would have been used to describe how the inhabitants of the island felt at the sight of Kytaro, a rather frail-looking young boy, covered in the blood of Dovariin, that he carried on his back.

"A doctor!!! Please, we need to see a doctor quickly!!!" Kytaro screamed with all his might. Quickly, the crowd, speechless, pointed in unison towards a building not far away. “Hehe..Thanks!” Kytaro said before starting to walk towards the indicated location. He walked much faster than before. "*Just hang it there for a bit, Gramps!"*.

Arriving at the indicated place, he stood in front of the door and knocked. "Hey! Is this the doctor's?" he said. A feverish voice, that of a man, was heard. "Wait a minute! I'm coming!" he said. He opened the door and immediately Kytaro rushed inside, looking from left to right for the doctor. "Where could this doctor be?" he said, stressing a little.

"Oy... I'm right here, young man." the doctor replied. Kytaro turned around to face the man. He was a man who looked to be in his sixties, having a short stature as well as a long beak-like nose. He wore a surgical mask under his chin, or rather one of his chins, as he appeared to have two. He was bald at the top of his head, but his hair was straight and slicked back at the side. He was dressed in a standard all-white doctor's outfit. "You are very lacking in good manners, young man." he said. "Anyways... I'm **Doctor Vawolf**, the only professional doctor in this beautiful village! And you are?"

"I am Kytaro, Yoann D. Kytaro! Could you please help him? He's hurt." Kytaro said, worried. "Sure... Come with me." Vawolf replied. They began rapidly advancing towards a room, the door was already wide open. "Here is my "Operation Room"! Just put him on this bed and sit on that chair right over there." the doctor continued once they were in the room. Kytaro did as he was told, and sat down on the chair while Vawolf went to put on some gloves. He went into a back room that appeared to be the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. "Here, here is some water for you." he said as he handed the glass to Kytaro and finally approached the patient.

"So, tell me, young man, how do you know this man if I may ask?" Vawolf queried. Kytaro drank some of the water and said "He's- He's my friend!". "I see... Well in my opinion, he looks a little too old and big to be your friend if I do say so myself. He looks about the same age as me." Vawolf replied. This sentence made Kytaro gush juice from his mouth and nostrils. "Anyways... Let's take a look at this."

"Holy cow!" Vawolf exclaimed. The young man who had become his patient was littered with rifle bullet holes and gashes similar to those present on someone's body after taking a sword attack. Also, he was missing a whole ear. What?" Kytaro questioned. He was lucky that you helped him, because if you'd rescued him too late, he would have died of a hemorrhage, or more commonly known as blood loss." Vawolf continued.

He then began to treat his patient expertly, carefully removing the bullets and fragments from Dovariin's battered body. "By the way, young man. Tell me... are you guys pirates?" Vawolf said, focusing on his work. "Yes!" Kytaro exclaimed. Vawolf's eyes widened due to the sheer shock and disbelief. Then a sweet smile formed on his face.

"I see... That's what i thought. Injuries like this... We don't come across many of them among us citizens. Only pirates inflict such wounds to other people, or perhaps they inflict them on each other." Vawolf said. "*Pirates ain't that bad you know..."* Kytaro murmured, a large bead of sweat forming on his head, in a slightly annoyed tone. "Well... I'm basing myself on what i myself experienced young man. Everyone lives a different life. Perhaps that's why your vision of pirates isn't as bad as mine." Vawolf replied. "The only reason why i allowed you two here is because you seem like a good guy."

"Hm... I think it's more because you weren't sure we were pirates until a minute ago." Kytaro replied, while a comically large bead of sweat formed on the doctor's forehead.

Just as the atmosphere in the small operation room was beginning to settle into an uncomfortable calm, the door burst open with a resounding crash. A group of thugs, their faces contorted with malicious intent, barged in. Their leader, a burly man with a scar running down his left cheek, pointed a menacing finger at Doctor Vawolf.

"Oi, old man! We've come for the money you owe us!" the leader barked, his voice filled with aggression. His gaze then fell upon Kytaro, who sat in the corner, wide-eyed and anxious. "Huh? Who's this brat? Get out of here, brat! It's not your business!"

Doctor Vawolf, who had been working diligently on Dovariin's wounds, turned to the thugs with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Please, young man, I will pay it, but I don't have enough money now. Give me some time—"

Before Vawolf could finish his sentence, the scarred leader of the thugs cut him off with a cruel grin. "No, no, no, old man. Our boss wants the money now, or..." He let his words hang ominously in the air. "Do you want some other people to pay for you? Like your daughter? Our boss would appreciate some new whores. He likes them young, HAHA!"

"Hey! I really disliked the way you were talking to the grandpa doctor right now... I think... I think I might just have to beat the shit out of you.". Kytaro said as he looked straight ahead, cracking his right hand before standing up. Then raising his head to look straight into the pirate's eyes with a very angry expression, he clenched his point and pointed it at the bandit. "Get out of here before I make you taste this fist!"

The leader of the thugs, initially taken aback by Kytaro's fiery resolve, burst into mocking laughter. "Hahaha! Little brat has courage, huh?" he sneered. He reached for a nearby table, where a pistol lay concealed beneath a ragged cloth. In one swift motion, he aimed the gun at Kytaro, his malicious grin never fading.

"Courage won't save you, kid!" the leader taunted, his finger tightening on the trigger.

But just as he was about to pull it, a white towel landed squarely on the leader's face, obscuring his vision. Startled, he fumbled with the towel, trying to remove it.

In that moment of chaos, Dovariin, who had been silently recovering on the operation table, seized the opportunity. Despite his injuries and weakened state, he summoned a burst of strength and lunged forward. With a powerful punch, he struck the leader squarely in the face, sending him flying backward.

The leader crashed into the wall, his gun falling from his grasp as he crumpled to the ground. Blood trickled from his nose, and he groaned in pain.

Dovariin, panting and bleeding from his wounds, stood over the fallen leader, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. He addressed the remaining thugs with a menacing glare.

"Come on! If you want to give threats to someone who saved my life," Dovariin growled, "**then I will cut you to pieces!**"

The other thugs, witnessing their leader's humiliation and Dovariin's newfound resolve, hesitated for a moment.

"Ouch ouch ouch! You bastards! You'll pay, I promise! When the boss hears about this, he'll skin you alive!" the leader said as he stood up, grabbing his blood-covered head. "Let's go! boys!" he shouted, retreating with his troops.

"Yes, that's it! Get out of here before we beat the crap out of you!" Kytaro shouted with a smile, putting his hands on his hips. "Now... it's good you woke up and all but.... I was supposed to do that guy, I've got so many techniques to try on him! Why did you do this to me, Gramps!" Kytaro said, turning to face the giant, irritated but wearing a forced smile,

Dovariin, still standing but barely able to support his own weight, managed a weak chuckle. He knew Kytaro was partly joking, but he also sensed the genuine concern behind the young pirate's words.

"I owe you my life," Dovariin replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. He swayed slightly, the extent of his injuries finally catching up to him. "And... I'm grateful you stepped in."

Kytaro then went to sit down and crossed his feet on the chair. "Since i saved you, i want you to become my nakama! I'm just getting started in piracy and I'm looking for nakamas for my crew! You seem strong to me so you could help me in my adventure. I mean you owe me one right? Hihihi!” he said while smiling.

Dovariin, despite the pain coursing through his body, couldn't help but smile at Kytaro's youthful enthusiasm. The idea of joining a crew had never crossed his mind before, but the earnestness and determination in Kytaro's eyes were infectious.

"What's your dream?" Dovariin asked, his curiosity piqued. He knew that every pirate had a dream that drove them to sail the dangerous seas, and he was genuinely interested in hearing Kytaro's aspirations.

My dream, you say? I've decided to become King of the Pirates! I'll have a big crew like that and lots of friends to have a good time with anytime, anywhere! Hihihi!" Kytaro said, gesticulating, smiling, full of enthusiasm.

Dovariin nodded, his respect for Kytaro growing. The young pirate's dream was grand, and his determination was palpable. "That's a bold dream," Dovariin said with a smile. "I like it. Count me in, Kytaro. I'll be your nakama, and together, we'll sail the seas and chase that dream of yours."

"YAHOOOOOO! My first crewmember! Hihihihi!" Kytaro exclaimed, happy to have recruited his first companion. While he was laughing with joy he looked at the Doctor, who looked depressed. "Ahoy! Grandpa Doctor! What happened to that guy? Why is he asking for money anytime soon? And why is he after your family?" he said. "Uh yes, he's part of a pirate crew that invaded the island a few years ago." he said. "But it's none of your business, i'll be all right, don't worry. Tell your friend to please lie back so I can bandage him up." Vawolf said, putting up a seemingly forced smile.

"Your smile looks forced to me, it's compromised your lie that everything's going to be all right. Why are you struggling to accept how he just treated you? My First Mate just hit one of those brigands in front of his group, don't you think that already makes us concerned?!!!!" Kytaro exclaimed. "I want to hear it all!"

Vawolf's eyes widened slightly, surprised by the young man's determination and benevolence. So he took his seat, "Well, since you so want to know everything, here's exactly what happened."

"*That was 9 years ago. It was a day like any other here at Fayhaven Village. The markets were in full swing. Life went on as usual in this town. But soon everything changed when the Baisekii Pirates, a large crew led by the feared Captain Baisekii the "Fang", with a bounty of 8 million Berries. attacked our island.*

*That day, I was outside Fayhaven Village with my two daughters. We were a little further inland, inspecting our field and taking some fruits from it. So here I'm relying solely on witness statements. So let's get back to the point.*

*A pirate galloon arrived on the island and sent off more than sixty pirates. The captain himself, Baisekii "The Fang", was in front, followed by his men. The terrifying thing about him, which I saw with my own eyes, was that he had a wolf's head and displayed its appearance features, such as fur, tail and claws, despite having a human morphology.*

*When they arrived, Baisekii spoke up and said that from now on, this island was his territory and we were now within his reach, or in other words, we were his servants.Then he sent his men to steal all the valuables they could find in every building and house.If anyone tried to put up the slightest resistance, as some did, they'd be mutilated and killed on the spot.*

*Many of us have lost members, and I was unfortunately no exception. When he couldn't find me or anything of value in my cabinet, he threatened everyone with death if they didn't give him my whereabouts. Faced with this kind of threat, there's not much you can do, which is why I don't blame the others for telling him. In any case, i think he would have found me anyway.*

*So as I was saying, when I got back to the village, he was waiting for me there. Clearly furious that his men hadn't been able to find anything at my place, he asked me personally to present him with something of value. Seeing armed people, the wolf man and a few bruised or dead bodies on the ground, I knew immediately what had just happened. I insisted that I didn't own anything of value, and that I'd already spent this month's income in vain... Unsatisfied, they beat me up, broke my glasses, and just humiliated me in front of everyone. My daughters tried to stop them, but to no avail, apart from being pushed around. "*

Then he began to cry a bit. "*That's when- ''sniffle'' That's when that damned Baisekii turned his attention to one of my girls ''sniffle''. He said he'd take her since he hadn't received anything from me. He ordered his men to stop beating me and to take her with them, before moving forward with them, leaving me lying on the ground "sniffle". With my last bit of strength, I stood up and tried to attack in defense of my daughter, but it was then that Baisekii attacked me, scarring me for life.*" Vawolf said, sadly. Before removing his mask, revealing 4 scars on his second chin. "*He was certainly aiming for my neck, but my second chin saved my life.*"

"*I then fell to the ground before losing consciousness. The last thing I remember is seeing my little girl... ''sniffle'' being taken away by force by his men and Baisekii... who was.... laughing."* he said finally, before wiping away his tears. *"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have exposed my problems to you like that, it doesn't concern you young people, I'll surely find a way to get my daughter back, it's all gonna be-*"

"Enough!" Kytaro shouted. He looked very angry, almost beside himself. "They've taken your daughter to do I don't know what and you think everything's going to be all right?!?! Come back down to Earth! Nothing will change if nobody tries to bring about change!" he continued.

Vavolf's eyes widened under the young man's determination. "Gather the villagers, get armed and follow us, me and gramps will take care of the feline and his fighters!" Then he turned and started towards the door. Grabbing his wrist, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Dovariin. "Let's go! Gramps!"

"Wait, young man, what do you want to do to Baisekii?" Vawolf asked. "Have I not made myself clear? I'm going to kick that Baisekii's ass and return your daughter to you!" Kytaro said, with a determined look, before leaving the doctor's cabinet.

Dovariin, despite his injuries, couldn't help but chuckle at Kytaro's fiery determination. "Hehe, it's going to be a fun day today," he remarked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and confidence.

....

A little further down the center of the island, a large cellar-like tavern with pirate ornaments and a wide entrance was set up. A pirate flag was draped over the tavern. The Jolly Roger was that of the Baisekii Pirates. A little further on, a pirate, the one who had been hit by Dovariin, was running, followed by his small group.

A little later, now in front of the entrance to his crew's cave, he pushed open the door, which burst open. "Captain! Captain!" he shouted, out of breath.

"Hm?" A man lurking in the shadows and seated on a throne made of stone and bone said. His eyes opened, glowing in the dark like those of an animal. Raising his head, which was now better lit by the torches attached to the tavern walls, he revealed that it was that of a wolf, Captain Baisekii in the flesh. "Oh, so it's you. Tell me, did that old stump give you our money owed?"

"Yes... About that Captain... \*pant\* I couldn't get it, that money, I was violently attacked by two guys in the doctor's office when I was taking the money from the old man." the pirate thug said.

"Uh? What are you talking about?!?! You mean just two guys managed to stop you?!" Baisekii writhed angrily, leaving his throne and advancing furiously towards his subordinate.

"Uh, yes captain but make no mistake, they were very str-" the pirate thug barely had time to say, before having his throat ripped out by Baisekii's claws.

"Your words make me sick, Capale." Baisekii said, shaking his hand to remove the blood, before turning to head back to his throne. "I don't know you like this..."

Once seated on his throne, another voice rose from a corner of the cave, suddenly two eyes glowing in the dark. "What do we do now, big brother?" It said. The person who spoke was also revealed to be a man with wolf-like characteristics.

"Now? I want these men dead! Go get them for me in the village! Travel the whole island, I don't care! But find them for me and bring me their bodies, dead" Baisekii said angrily.

"Of course, Big Brother." The other wolf man said, before standing up and starting to move towards the exit of the cave, followed by a good fifty people, humans, who were apparently all hidden in the darkness.

"Uh? You will go too, Shiki! Go with them to find me these scoundrels!" Baisekii cried, looking towards a very dark place in the cave. "I have no orders to receive from my little brother, Baisekii! I won't go there!" this Shiki said. "Unless..." he said again. "Yes Yes Yes... You can devour one if you want." Baisekii said.

"So I'm in!" Shiki said before leaving his hiding place in the darkness, revealing himself to be another wolf-man, even larger than Baisekii. "Count on me to bring them back to you."

"I know! So go kill them for me! And if other people have joined their cause, then kill them too!" Baisekii said as Shiki was leaving the cave. "Just show them the extent of the power of the Baisekii Pirates!"

## The Fangs Versus The Fire-Hairs

A little further inland, outside Fayhaven Village, Kytaro and his new crew member, Dovariin, were running. Running towards the Baisekii Pirates hideout. "That Baisekii, just he waits, I'm going to kick his ass!" Kytaro shouted, angrily. The newly-formed duo were getting closer and closer to the base, but what they didn't know was that Baisekii's men were also coming from the opposite direction."Let's show them a show of force!" Shiki shouted.

....

A little later, Kytaro and Dovariin crossed paths with the Baisekii Pirates, who surrounded them directly. "Hey intruders, I'm not going to give you a speech! We're the Baisekii Pirates! And our Alpha seems very irritated by your presence, so we've been tasked with eliminating you! Stay calm and maybe we'll give you a quick death!" Shiki shouted. He was huge, and made almost everyone around him look like a dwarf. His glistening white fur had a sublime sheen, and his piercing eyes looked at the duo with contempt and anger. "Stay calm and maybe we'll give you a quick death!"

Kytaro was surprised but kept his cool, looking around for a way out, but there was none. "Seems like we're going to have to fight all of them off, Gramps!" he exclaimed with a broad smile.

As Kytaro and Dovariin found themselves surrounded by the imposing forces of the Baisekii Pirates, Dovariin remained surprisingly calm. He observed the situation with a keen eye, taking in the number of enemies they faced.

"Fifty pirates, plus one big one, huh?" Dovariin muttered to himself, his lips curling into a sly grin. "It's getting exciting."

Dovariin drew his sword, a glint of anticipation in his eyes as he prepared it for the impending battle. He tightened his grip on the hilt, feeling the familiar weight of the blade in his hand. With a quick, fluid motion, he unsheathed the weapon, its sharp edge catching the dim light of the surroundings.

He turned to Kytaro, a determined expression on his face. "I will take care of these people," Dovariin declared, his voice steady and resolute. Despite the odds stacked against them, he exuded confidence in his ability to handle the situation.

"Uh? What do you mean YOU'll take care of those men?!?!" Kytaro said, confused. He raised an eyebrow and glaced at Dovariin. "My fists are itching too! I want to take care of them too!"

Dovariin turned to Kytaro, his expression unwavering. "I appreciate your eagerness, but this is a matter of personal honor for me," he explained. "Trust me, I've faced foes like these before."

Before Kytaro could protest further, Dovariin made a swift, deliberate motion. He raised his leg high into the air and brought it down with a resounding impact. The ground beneath Kytaro trembled, and suddenly, a rift opened beneath him. Kytaro fell through it, disappearing into the void, and the rift sealed shut just as quickly, leaving Dovariin standing alone against the encroaching Baisekii Pirates and their formidable First Mate, Shiki.

### One Hundred Man Slayer

Dovariin, now facing fifty adversaries and Shiki, was undeterred. He wore a confident smile as he gripped his sword firmly. However, his reputation seemed to precede him, as one of the pirates among the group recognized him and shouted in shock, "First Mate Shiki! T-t-that man! That man is... **Revolutionary Dovariin! The One Hundred Man Slayer!**"

Shiki, the massive wolf mink, stood there with an imposing presence. He gripped his colossal sword, which was an astonishing 25 feet tall, with ease. The sheer difference in size between him and Dovariin was staggering, as Dovariin stood at 10 feet tall in comparison.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Shiki signaled his men to advance. The pirates rushed at Dovariin with a relentless determination, their numbers overwhelming. It was a chaotic rush, as they closed in on the Revolutionary Dovariin, ready to do battle with the infamous "One Hundred Man Slayer."

Dovariin, though outnumbered, remained undaunted. He stood his ground, sword at the ready, a determined smile still on his face. The impending clash promised to be a fierce and intense battle between the notorious Revolutionary and the formidable Baisekii Pirates.

The Baisekii Pirates lunged at Dovariin from all directions, their initial attack coming from behind. However, Dovariin's reflexes were lightning fast. With a deft sidestep, he narrowly avoided the surprise assault and swiftly counterattacked.

In one fluid motion, Dovariin swung his massive sword, cleaving through the pirate who had attacked him from behind. The unlucky assailant fell to the ground, defeated by Dovariin's speed and precision.

As more pirates closed in, Dovariin crouched low, his sword gleaming in the dim light. With a powerful upward strike, he sliced through the legs of several opponents, sending them tumbling to the ground in pain.

Amidst the chaos, another opponent saw an opportunity. He swiftly grabbed a nearby spear and hurled it towards Dovariin with all his might, aiming for a lethal strike. However, he severely underestimated Dovariin's reflexes and skill.

With uncanny precision, Dovariin reached out and snatched the spear out of the air with one hand, halting its deadly trajectory. The pirates around him watched in astonishment as their comrade's attack was effortlessly neutralized.

Without missing a beat, Dovariin, with a powerful swing of his arm, sent the spear hurtling back towards its sender. The pirate had no time to react. The spear impaled him with a resounding thud, and he crumpled to the ground, defeated by his own weapon.

For minutes that felt like an eternity, Dovariin fought with unmatched ferocity and precision, his massive sword becoming a whirling storm of destruction. The pirates lunged at him, attacking from all directions, some managing to land hits on him. But each strike seemed to fuel Dovariin's determination, only intensifying his onslaught.

He parried and countered, dodged and struck, a masterful dance of combat that left a trail of defeated pirates in his wake. His blade sliced through the air, cleaving through his enemies with brutal efficiency. He was a force of nature, an indomitable presence on the battlefield.

Despite their numbers, the pirates struggled to coordinate their attacks effectively against Dovariin's relentless assault. He moved with a grace and power that was almost supernatural, cutting down foes left and right, undeterred by the injuries he sustained.

Yet, with each strike, with every drop of his own blood spilled, Dovariin stood tall. He bore the pain and pushed forward, fueled by his unwavering resolve to protect the innocent and bring justice to those who had wronged him and his comrades.

In the wake of the fierce battle, the ground was littered with fallen pirates, defeated and subdued by Dovariin's relentless onslaught. Their bravado had crumbled in the face of his unyielding determination, leaving only Shiki, the imposing First Mate of the Baisekii Pirates, standing amidst the chaos.

Shiki, although undeterred, felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. He had witnessed firsthand the devastation wrought by Dovariin, the "One Hundred Man Slayer," The defeated pirates lay as a testament to their incredible strength and skill.

Dovariin, his chest heaving with exertion, stood with unwavering determination. He wiped the blood from his brow, his eyes locked on Shiki. The enormity of the situation hung in the air, and it was clear that the battle was reaching its climax.

Shiki, standing tall amidst the defeated pirates, locked eyes with Dovariin. His gaze held a hint of curiosity and perhaps even a glimmer of respect for the formidable warrior before him.

"Interesting," Shiki began, his voice carrying an air of intrigue. "Alright, I'm offering you a chance. Join us, Dovariin, and you can have it all. Power, fame, riches, everything this world has to offer. What do you say?"

As Shiki extended his massive hand towards Dovariin, a tempting offer hanging in the air, the Revolutionary's response was unwavering. He remained resolute and steadfast in his principles.

"Good food, good drink, money, status, glory... I've abandoned all those things," Dovariin declared firmly. His eyes burned with an unquenchable thirst for strength. "I only need one thing. I'm satisfied with a life lived for just one thing... To be strong! I never quit practicing, even to the point of incontinence. I trained until I nearly died. All of my biological activity is to obtain strength. For this one thing, I have strived."

Dovariin's unwavering dedication to his pursuit of strength was clear, and he showed no sign of wavering in the face of Shiki's offer.

Shiki, his hand still extended towards Dovariin, slowly withdrew it as he listened to the Revolutionary's resolute response. There was a sense of understanding in Shiki's eyes, mixed with a tinge of regret.

"I see... A man of unwavering principles. Admirable," Shiki conceded, his tone tinged with respect. "But it's a shame you chose this path."

With those words, Shiki wasted no more time on words. He charged forward, his massive sword raised high above his head, its shadow casting a dark and ominous pall over the battlefield. The ground quivered under his immense presence as he closed the distance between them.

Dovariin, prepared for this inevitable clash, readied himself for the impending battle. The clash between these two mighty warriors, each fueled by their own convictions and strengths, was about to reach its crescendo.

Dovariin swung his massive sword with incredible force, aiming to strike Shiki with a powerful blow. Simultaneously, Shiki brought his own colossal sword down upon Dovariin, the impact of their clash sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

As their weapons collided, a shockwave erupted outward, creating a seismic disturbance that shook the very ground beneath them. The force of their clash was awe-inspiring, and with each subsequent strike, the shockwaves grew stronger, rattling the surroundings.

Amidst the intense battle, both warriors wore smiles of exhilaration. For Shiki, it had been a long time since he had encountered an opponent of such caliber, and Dovariin relished the challenge of facing a foe as mighty as Shiki.

Their final clash was nothing short of titanic. The shockwave generated from their collision was so immense that it sent both combatants flying backward through the air, their forms silhouetted against the sky.

Slowly but surely, Dovariin and Shiki began to rise from the massive crater they had created. Despite their battered and bruised forms, there was an unmistakable fire in their eyes, a burning determination that refused to be extinguished.

Shiki, with a hearty laugh that echoed across the battlefield, couldn't contain his excitement. "HAHAHA! Exciting, I... Want... MORE!!" he exclaimed, his spirit undiminished by their previous clash.

In a display of fervor, Shiki tore off his clothes, casting them aside. He believed they were impeding his movements in this exhilarating battle. "Clothes are slowing me down," he declared.

Not to be outdone, Dovariin also shed his clothing, revealing his muscular and scarred body. His sword, Leviathan, began to emit a brilliant blue glow, surrounded by a chilling aura that seemed to lower the temperature of the air around it. In contrast, Shiki's sword radiated a fiery red glow, enveloped in a searing heat that intensified the atmosphere.

The stage was set for the continuation of their fierce battle, with both warriors ready to unleash their full power.

With a wild, exhilarated grin, Shiki charged toward Dovariin, his massive sword igniting in a fiery blaze. The battlefield seemed to ignite with his presence as he closed the distance between them, the heat emanating from his weapon intensifying with each step.

Dovariin, equally determined, launched himself at Shiki. His sword, Leviathan, underwent a stunning transformation, the blade turning into solid ice as he surged forward to meet his formidable opponent. Their clash was imminent, and as they met in the center of the battlefield, the elements themselves seemed to react to their power.

As their swords collided, fire and ice clashed in a cataclysmic display of raw elemental energy. The very air crackled with the intensity of their duel, and the ground quaked beneath them as they unleashed their full power against one another.

Amidst the explosive clash of fire and ice, Dovariin couldn't help but shout above the cacophony of battle, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and determination. "Tell me, how did you get your sword?!"

Shiki, his face alight with excitement, yelled back over the roiling elemental clash, "I stole it from the Marines! I heard it's a pretty wild sword, and I liked it!"

As the battle raged on, Dovariin listened to Shiki's revelation about how he obtained his sword. With a firm resolve, Dovariin retorted, his voice cutting through the tumultuous clash of elements and blades. "You are not worthy of holding that sword!"

With his words hanging in the air, Dovariin launched himself at Shiki once more, his determination and conviction evident in his every movement. He was determined to prove that the power of the sword should belong to someone who would wield it with honor and purpose.

Shiki, with his uncanny agility, swiftly evaded Dovariin's charge, sidestepping the Revolutionary's attack with a graceful maneuver. In a sudden countermove, he extended his powerful leg, striking Dovariin right in the belly with tremendous force.

The impact sent Dovariin reeling backward, his breath momentarily taken away by the force of the blow. Shiki, undeterred and seething with determination, shouted in response, "Don't tell me anything about being worthy!"

As Dovariin staggered back from Shiki's powerful kick, he was momentarily transported back to his childhood, to a place of memories and voices from a time long past.

A male voice, filled with wisdom and encouragement, echoed in his mind. "Stand up, kid! You want to be strong, you said! So stand up and fight!" It was the voice of his master, the one who had trained him and instilled in him the unwavering determination to pursue strength.

And then, a gentle, loving voice joined the chorus of memories. "Come on, boys! The food is ready!" It was his mother, the only parent he had ever known, and the one who had supported him with her unwavering love.

Amidst the echoes of his master's encouraging words and his mother's warm call to dinner, another memory, darker and more haunting, surged to the forefront of Dovariin's mind. It was a recollection from a time even further back, from a time when shadows had cast long and painful tendrils over his family.

His mother's voice, tinged with despair, was heard once more as she cried out, "HE will return! HE promised me that!" Her voice quivered with hope and sorrow, a reflection of the pain that had gripped her heart.

And then, a contrasting voice emerged, one filled with bitterness and resentment. It was the voice of his elder brother, Ursun, who had borne the brunt of their family's struggles in their absence. He declared with conviction, "He will not return! He abandoned us!"

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Dovariin had grown to the age of 8, while his elder brother Ursun had reached 18. His younger brother was now 7. But the day that remained etched in Dovariin's memory was the day his father finally returned.

His father's name was Ragnar, a man who had been absent from their lives for seven long years. The anticipation and hope in the air that day had been palpable, especially for their mother. She had eagerly greeted him with the words, "You returned, dear, you returned, Ragnar."

But what followed was a moment of profound shock and heartbreak. In the midst of their family reunion, an abrupt, violent slap resounded through the room as Ragnar struck his wife. Dovariin watched, his young heart filled with a mix of confusion, fear, and anger.

Ursun, ever protective of his family, couldn't contain his rage. He shouted, "You bastard! You returned after four seven years and did this!" The room descended into chaos as their mother began to cry, his younger brother screamed, and his littlest sibling cried.

Dovariin stood there, his young body frozen, unable to comprehend the tumultuous and painful events unfolding before his eyes.

After the shocking and violent encounter with their father, the situation had taken an unexpected turn. Ragnar, without uttering another word, collected his belongings and left once more, his parting words laced with bitterness, "I wish I never met you." With that, he disappeared from their lives forever.

Dovariin, Ursun, and their mother were left to pick up the pieces, their hearts heavy with the weight of their father's abandonment. Life became a struggle, but they were determined to survive and find happiness despite the pain they had endured.

Dovariin continued his training with his master, dedicating himself to becoming stronger, both physically and mentally. Two years later, Ursun mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace behind. Their younger brother was lost during their journey from the New World to the South Blue, an incident that haunted Dovariin to this day.

In his dream, young Dovariin's voice resounded with unwavering determination. "I want to be strong! I will be the strongest! I will defeat that old bastard! I will be The Strongest Man in the World!" His fervent declaration echoed in his mind as he finally awoke, returning to the present.

With the echoes of his past still reverberating in his heart, Dovariin slowly rose to his feet, his face etched with a determined smile. He pointed his sword at Shiki, his eyes filled with an unquenchable fire.

"I have a long way to go," Dovariin declared, his voice unwavering. "And I will not stop here."

In a sudden, fluid motion, Dovariin crouched low, his head almost touching the ground. Then, with incredible speed, he launched himself forward while remaining close to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and Shiki, who stood tall and imposing.

Just as Shiki prepared to counter Dovariin's attack, the Revolutionary struck with astonishing precision. Dovariin slashed at Shiki's legs, targeting them with relentless determination.

However, even in the midst of his pain, Shiki remained a formidable opponent. With a desperate yet swift motion, he swung his sword at Dovariin, aiming to retaliate. But Dovariin, in a display of remarkable agility, skillfully evaded the attack, moving with the grace of a true warrior.

In the blink of an eye, Dovariin leaped right in front of the fallen Shiki, kicking his massive sword out of his grasp. With unwavering determination, Dovariin pierced Shiki's chest with his own sword, their eyes locking in a profound moment of understanding.

"It was a great fight," Dovariin said, his voice filled with respect and gratitude. "Thank you."

Shiki, his strength waning, closed his eyes and clenched his fist into a fist, slowly bringing it to Dovariin's chest in a gesture of acknowledgment and acceptance.

In a final, unexpected burst of energy, Shiki opened his eyes and delivered a devastating One-Inch Punch at Dovariin's chest. The impact sent the Revolutionary flying through the air, crashing into the ground with incredible force. Dovariin's breath was knocked from his lungs, and he struggled to regain his composure.

As he stood up, Shiki's voice boomed with defiant strength. "Do you really think I would be defeated so easily?!" he declared, his determination unwavering. With a powerful motion, he picked up his massive sword from the ground, a testament to his indomitable spirit.

The battle between these two mighty warriors was far from over, and the clash of fire and ice continued to rage on.

Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, Dovariin managed to push himself to his feet. He gingerly touched his chest, realizing the extent of his injuries. "Three, no, four broken ribs," he thought to himself, wincing. "That technique, it was the One-Inch Punch. But how did he know how to use it? Only my master knows it, or at least, knew it. Maybe... no, it can't be. Screw it, I must stand up."

With sheer determination, Dovariin forced himself to his feet and launched himself at Shiki once more. His sword sliced through the air, aiming for Shiki's massive form. However, Shiki was equally relentless, his clawed hand slashing toward Dovariin with ferocious speed.

The clash of blade and claw was imminent, and the outcome hung in the balance as these two mighty warriors continued to push themselves to their limits.

Their attacks connected with a thunderous collision. Shiki's claw tore through Dovariin's chest, leaving a deep, painful gash. Simultaneously, Dovariin's sword cut through Shiki's arm, causing a searing wound. The battlefield was painted with their blood, and for a moment, they stood there, both heavily injured but resolute.

Dovariin, his voice filled with unwavering determination, broke the momentary silence. "You got me good there, Shiki," he admitted, pain etched on his face.

Summoning the last reserves of his strength, Shiki roared and charged at Dovariin with unparalleled ferocity. Despite the injuries he had sustained, he swung his massive sword with unyielding determination, aiming to end the battle once and for all.

The blade arced through the air, aiming for Dovariin. In that desperate moment, Dovariin managed to react, although his movements were sluggish from his own wounds. He raised his own sword, barely managing to deflect the strike, but the force of the impact sent him skidding backward, exacerbating his injuries.

Both combatants were now at the limits of their endurance, battered and bleeding, yet the fire in their eyes remained unquenched.

Dovariin, his body battered and bloodied, steeled himself for what could be the final exchange in this fierce battle. With a calm and focused mind, he gripped his sword with both hands and took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with deliberate precision.

In a fluid motion, he moved his hands close to the hilt of his sword, positioning the blade with its point directed at Shiki. With his resolve clear and his technique at the ready, he spoke with determination, "First Form: Viper's Bite."

As he charged at Shiki with incredible speed, Dovariin's sword sliced through the air. The blade connected with Shiki's belly, cutting deeply into the massive wolf mink's flesh. Blood sprayed into the air as the strike found its mark.

Shiki let out a deafening howl of pain, his massive frame staggering backward from the force of Dovariin's strike. He clutched his wounded belly, blood streaming through his fingers as he struggled to regain his composure amidst the searing pain.

Dovariin, standing his ground, panted heavily, feeling the weight of his own injuries bearing down on him. The intensity of the battle had taken its toll, and the toll was becoming increasingly apparent. Each breath felt like a laborious effort as he fought to keep his focus and maintain his stance.

The battlefield was charged with tension and the scent of blood, and the fate of this grueling duel hung in the balance. Despite the pain and exhaustion, both warriors remained determined, unwilling to yield.

With a fierce growl, Shiki charged at Dovariin once more, his massive sword raised high, ready to deliver a devastating blow. But in a stunning display of skill and precision, Dovariin, summoning the last reserves of his strength, struck with lightning speed.

In one swift, fluid motion, Dovariin's sword sliced through the air, and with unparalleled precision, he severed both of Shiki's hands from his arms. Shiki's howl of agony filled the air as his once-formidable hands fell to the ground, still gripping the hilt of his sword.

In a desperate and gruesome act of determination, Shiki, his severed hands lying at his feet, managed to catch his massive sword in his mouth. With sheer resolve, he swung it at Dovariin, the blade cutting through the air with a deadly arc. But Dovariin, his reflexes still sharp, moved with lightning speed.

With a swift and calculated movement, Dovariin swung his sword, the blade finding its mark. It cut through Shiki's throat in a lethal strike, ending the pirate's desperate last-ditch attack before it could reach its target.

Blood spurted from Shiki's neck as he fell to the ground, his once-menacing presence extinguished. Dovariin stood there, victorious but weary, as the battlefield fell into a heavy silence.

Dovariin, his body aching and his spirit weary from the intense battle, made his way to a set of stairs nearby. He lowered himself onto them, gazing up at the vast, open skies above. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the world.

With a weary yet contented sigh, he muttered to himself, "Some fair lady and good drink would be the best." The desire for simple pleasures in the midst of his arduous journey was a testament to the multifaceted nature of the man known as the "One Hundred Man Slayer."

### Captain vs Captain

Kytaro suddenly found himself outside the battlefield in an instant. He felt himself falling but didn't really know where he was going, he only remembered being literally swallowed up by the ground. He then saw a light below him, as if an entrance or rather exit had just opened up, and he sped towards it. This "passage" was shaking enormously and he was extremely disoriented. "Ahhhh i'm feeling dizzy!!!" Kytaro exclaimed, his eyes having turned into swirls.

Moments later, Kytaro crossed the exit, finding himself propelled at high speed out of the "tunnel". He crashed into something on his butt and felt himself slide before free-falling and crashing to the ground, with his face on the ground and his butt to the sky. He stayed like that for a moment, then came to his senses and sat down on the floor. "ARGGHHH! Unforgivable!" he shouted, irritated. "Hmm... Where am i now?" he wondered as he looked around. Looking ahead, he saw a cave in front of him.

"Well, well, well... isn't that one of the distinguished guests from earlier?" said a voice from inside the cave. From Kytaro's point of view, the person who had just spoken appeared only as a dark silhouette advancing inside the cave, towards him. He then stood up. Then, Baisekii's distinctive, gigantic figure took shape and became more visible.

"Are you-" Kytaro just had the time to say before getting cut short by the Wolf Mink. "Yes! I am Baisekii... I must admit, I didn't expect to see one of you intruders here. That probably means my crew got stepped on, the incompetents!" he said, as the sun's rays finally hit his body, revealing it completely.

"Actually, I didn't fight your crew, no. I was "teleported" here by my friend against my will, and he's probably looking after your men right now. But hey..." Kytaro said, clenching his fist and raising it in front of him. "As I'm here in front of you, I'll just get busy knocking some sense into you!"

Baisekii chuckled for a bit. "Look... I admire your courage but let me tell you something..." he said before hurling towards Kytaro at a fairly high speed. "Courage isn't what makes the world go round, kid!" he shouted as he swung his claws at Kytaro.

Kytaro barely had time to react and hardened his forearm by contracting his muscles very hard to take the attack with it. Baisekii's claws and the boy's forearm made contact, and a loud noise followed. "I'll show you what runs this world!" Baisekii screamed, displaying an angry expression. "Phoeeyyy! So fast!" Kytaro exclaimed before he jumped back to get a bit of distance.

He looked ahead quickly and saw Baisekii standing there. "I didn't expect you to block my attack, punk!" Baisekii exclaimed. "What were you thinking? I'm not some kind of small-time pirate!" said the young, new pirate with absolutely no bounty on his head.

"Don't get too big-headed, kid! Don't you think it's because you blocked my attack that you're so strong!" Baisekii exclaimed before charging towards Kytaro once more. This time, Kytaro had expected the charge and was ready to dodge.

"**CAPSULE FANG!**" Baisekii as he clenched his jaws with great force, barely missing Kytaro, who dodged. His teeth planted themselves in a tree behind him, cutting him it half cleanly. "Phoeey! Look at this!" Kytaro exclaimed, dumbfounded. Baisekii turned and spat out the piece of wood in his mouth. Some of his teeth went with it. This made Kytaro explode with laughter, which enervated Baisekii to an unprecedented degree.

This made Kytaro explode with laughter, which enervated Baisekii to an unprecedented degree. "My beautiful teeth, gone! Because of you, damned HUMAINNN!!!" he shouted angrily, getting down on all fours. "HAHAHAHA! He's lost teeth! HAHAHA! Looking like-" Kytaro shouted, before making a horrible grimace. Baisekii became so enraged that veins appeared on his forehead.

His eyes filled with rage and now more determined than ever, it was with unparalleled bloodlust that Baisekii lunged at Kytaro on all fours, like a ravenous predator on the hunt for prey. One stride, then two, then three. His pace was breathtaking. Kytaro, still laughing as he grabbed his ribs, didn't see the attack coming. Big mistake.

Baisekii sent him hurtling through the air without warning, before himself leaping in the direction of his opponent. "Do you know why these humans fear me?" he growled. Then he slammed Kytaro with all his might. He then swooped down. "I'll tell you why!" He then caught Kytaro in his fall and grabbed his face to pull him along. "That's because none of you-" He groaned right before they slammed hard into the ground. He then tossed Kytaro towards a nearby tree with force. "-Is biologically capable of defeating me!"

Kytaro crashed against the tree. Baisekii opened its mouth wide, missing a few teeth, but just as fearsome as before. He rushed towards Kytaro arms outstretched. His claws sparkled in the sunlight.

"**IMPERIAL FANG!!!!!**", With even greater force and speed, he tried to close his jaws. But, strangely enough, he couldn't. "Uh?" he felt that something was preventing his jaws from closing on themselves. Looking ahead, he saw Kytaro looking irritated, .

Kytaro had put his left forearm between Baisekii's two rows of teeth, blocking them. His teeth didn't even seem to have penetrated Kytaro's flesh. "I'm sick and tired of you just goofing around! Did you think I was a punching bag or what?" Kytaro yelled. Kytaro then contracted his muscles in his right arm, and his arm seemed to have gained in muscle mass as it now looked shredded. "**Fai Fai no!!!**" Kytaro clenched his fist. "**SMASHH!!!!!!**" he shouted as he delivered a very powerful right hook to Baisekii, knocking him out.

"I can't believe it... I've been knocked down by a human... A tiny one at that." Baisekii thought as he fell, terribly disappointed. Amost all the rest of his teeth had gone with the blow. Here he was, beaten and toothless. He collapsed to the floor, his eyes blank. Kytaro then burst out laughing and looked Baisekii straight in the eye. "Being a punching bag is funny, isn't it? Baisekii!" The mockery and sarcasm in this sentence was palpable.

Kytaro then crouched close to Baisekii's face and ran his hand over his eyes several times. "Uh? Your eyes are so empty, can you even see me?" he said. He then raised his right hand and slapped Baisekii with all his might. "Hey you! Wake up, I haven't finished beating you yet!" he exclaimed. Baisekii came to his senses and saw Kytaro in front of him, first blurred and then increasingly clearer.

"AHHH! There you are! Wait, I've got something to show you! HIHI!" Kytaro then said. He then grabbed Baisekii by the collar with his left hand and leapt into the air. Muscle fibers were being generated on his arm, lengthening it more and more with the distance between his shoulder and his hand. Once in the air, he flashed a smile as radiant as ever, though surely intimidating for Baisekii at the moment. "Let me show you something even more fun!!!"

He extended his right arm again, generating muscle fibers, bringing his hand up to about one meter to the side of Baisekii's head. Then he began to rotate his shoulder, creating a circular movement of his arm and bringing it a little closer to Baisekii's skull with each rotation. Baisekii quickly realized what was about to happen, and for the first time in a very long time, looked frightened. His eyes widened and he looked at Kytaro with this very frightened expression. "WEY WYU! No... What's happening? I can't... move... "

"Stop... Go away... You don't know what these humans have done to me!" he shouted as he was momentarily transported back to his childhood, to a place of memories from a time long past.

*A male voice filled with hatred and disgust rose in his mind. "Go away! You abominations! You won't be accepted among us" it said.*

*This is it! He remembered. The disturbing moments he'd been forced to live through as a child. Being half-man half-wolf, he was seen as an abomination, as something that shouldn't even exist. And that applied to his whole family, that only being his two brothers, because they were all Minks.*

*Then he listened to another voice, this one more comforting, being that of his older brother. He said, "Come on! Baisekii! It's time to fight! You said you wanted to be strong!" Then that very voice was eclipsed by another, that of his little brother. "Ahhh! Baisekii! Shiki! I want to fight too! I want to be strong too!" it said. "Hahaha! You're too young for that Tori! You could get a boo-boo.*

*These comforting thoughts of the warmth and affection that emanated from his brothers, despite their beauty, were short-lived, as another memory, this one far more troubling, took its place in his mind. His mind remembered an event. A hunt in which he and his brothers were the hunted. By whom? By a bunch of humans far too disturbed by their presence, probably.*

*His little brother's voice, filled with sadness, rose as he cried out. Why do people hate us, yaya! Why can't we just be loved for who we are?!?!!" His voice was clearly full of sadness. Enraged villagers hurled pitchforks and arrows at them.*

*...*

*Baisekii and Shiki!! Hero of the people! Monstrous!!!" he echoed, his memories having changed again. This time, he was cheered because he and his older brother had saved the village from a pirate attack. Probably to endear himself to humans. He saw himself going to war for these humans, killing, massacring, just to be loved.*

*One day, however, the whole circus came to a halt when he overheard a conversion between two of his superiors. "What wolves they can be! To think we could ever love them! What a casing, it works like a charm! Their strength in confrontation will make us a powerful state!" one of them exclaimed. "But it's clear, old man! These two youngsters have a lot of potential! They'd shake the seas if they formed a crew, those two!" the other replied, before putting a cigar in his mouth.*

*Baisekii, seized with anger, entered the room and locked it behind him. First he killed the man by the door, perforating his chest with his claw. The other man, frightened out of his wits, calmly stood up and put his hands in front of him to put some distance between them, while slowly moving towards a gun and the alarm. "Wait... We can talk... Maybe it's just a misunderstanding!"*

*"A misunderstanding? You think I'm stupid?!! I clearly heard you!" Baisekii screamed. The man was still going for the alarm and a weapon. Once he reached it, he drew it quickly and pointed it at Baisekii. "Well, die!! Fucker!!" he shouted. Without even giving him time to react, Baisekii jumped and bit this guy’s throat off of his body, unintentionally declenching the alarm while doing so. The corpse of the man, without head, fell on the ground. Baisekii then spit out the head he had in between his jaws. "You know what? Maybe you’re right. I think I’d be better at sea than here with a bunch of hypocrites."*

*It was on that fateful night that he, then only 20 years old, set sail with his brothers, creating their own pirate crew, to live the life they never had, even for the benefit of others or their lives.*

Back in the present, Kytaro’s fist was already dangerously close to Baisekii’s head. "I don’t care how you were treated! The fact that you were treated badly by a group of people, should not be an excuse to treat everyone the same way!" Kytaro screamed. He clenched his fist very hard. "**Fai Fai no!!!**" Kytaro’s fist, having passed just a few centimeters from Baisekii’s head during the last rotation, was now on the right angle. "**CATAPULTE!!!!**"

His fist crashed with phenomenal power on poor Baisekii’s skull, literally shattering it upon impact. This made him almost completely unconscious. His three or four remaining teeth flew away as his eye went once again blank. But no no no, Kytaro had obviously not finished since he pulled Baisekii towards him while his left arm retracted. He threw it in the air like a toy and grabbed it by the foot with his other hand, this one very long.

"I’m not done with you" Kytaro says again, full of determination. He turned on him even as if he was doing a somersault in the air while extending his arm. "**Fai Fai no!!**" He swung his right arm towards the Baisekii Pirates cave. "**LIVING CATAPULTE!!!**"

He smashed Baisekii head first into his cave, also destroying it at impact. Just like that, there was nothing left of the Pirates. Baisekii lost everything, his conscience also with unspeakable violence of the shock, his skull literally shattered.

Kytaro then fell to the ground and inspired a big blow, "What do you say to that?? Fuck-wolf?!!" he shouted, cheerfully. He smiled broadly. "This is for the old grandpa doctor!" he continued. Then as he was turning to go, A poster landed on his foot, intriguing him. "A mysterious island made of money?" Kytaro read. Then his eyes turned to candy. " Candy... I could pay thousands! I'm sure Gramps would like to hear about that! Could be our second adventure?"

"KYAAAAAAAA!" A scream was heard from inside the cave. Kytaro quickly put the poster in his pocket and hurried to go check. He began to walk on the rubble of the cave. The same cry was heard again. Kytaro discerned where he came from and hurried to see. He found himself in front of a large pile of debris. "Heyyy! Is here where you are?"

"Yesss!" The female voice shouted. Kytaro then lifted up the huge debris that was blocking him and then saw a very beautiful, but stripped down woman lying amongst the rubble. She had both her feet and two hands tied together. "Ohhhhh! You must be!! I know!!!" He shouted before making a pale expression. " Sorry, I had completely forgotten about you." He said looking to the side, with a big drop of sweat on his forehead. "Let me get you out of here!"

He wrapped his left brax around this woman and carried her. "Your father is the old grandpa doctor, isn’t he?" he said smiling. Listening to this, her eyes widened and she began to cry, unable to do anything but shake her head to say yes. "I was sure!"

He put her down first. Then he took off his unbuttoned shirt and his top too. "Put those clothes on. I don’t think seeing you almost naked would be a joy for your father." he said. She accepted and put on the clothes quietly. Then Kytaro, without warning, again wrapped his left arm around her and put it over his shoulder. "Now let's goooooooo!!!"

He turned and ran towards the opposite direction, looking for Dovariin. He would meet him, half dead and bleeding even more seriously than earlier surrounded by **51 dead bodies**. "Damn! Gramps you didn’t have to go that hard! Also, you have a penchant for finding yourself half dead? Nah because, it seems to happen a lot recently" he chatted while wrapping his right arm around Dovariin and putting him over his right shoulder. "**ESCAPE JUMP!**" he shouted as he jumped high into the sky with great speed. He did it 4 times to get to the Fayhaven Village.

## Back In A Confortable Place

Arrived at the Fayhaven Village, they were greeted by a crowd at the entrance of the city, not wanting to waste time, he went directly to Doctor Wavolf. "We won!! Now let me pass! I got hurt people with me!" People started cheering and celebrating as he entered the Doctor’s office and placed his daughter on his feet, and Dovariin on the operating table. The Doctor himself was on his knees, his head in his hands. When he turned, he saw her, for the first time in 9 years, he saw her.

Elena, the doctor's daughter, rushed into her father's arms, tears streaming down her face as she embraced him tightly. Doctor Wavolf was overwhelmed with emotion as he held his long-lost daughter, his own tears mingling with hers.

"Elena, my daughter, you are finally back," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion, "after nine years, you are back."

Elena's voice quivered as she spoke, her face buried in her father's shoulder. "I missed you so much, father!"

Uh if I don’t bother you in your little bonding moment...  I have my friend here who is almost dying so if you can move or stop it would be good!" Kytaro said pointing at Dovariin, confused to the rather logical priorities of the Doctor. "Also i'm feeling pretty tired..." he yawns. Before just falling to the ground, asleep

As Kytaro fell asleep from exhaustion, Doctor Wavolf quickly shifted his attention to Dovariin, who was in dire need of medical assistance. He worked with utmost precision, tending to Dovariin's wounds and injuries, making sure to stop the bleeding and provide necessary treatment.

Meanwhile, Dovariin found himself in a strange, blank white space, dressed in white attire. Everything around him was devoid of color or detail, except for a figure that appeared before him. This figure was also featureless, except for a mouth.

"Oh? Look what we have here, Wargon D. Durz. Dovariin," the figure spoke in a cryptic tone, "but that's weird."

Confusion filled Dovariin as he asked, "Where am I? What is this place? And who are you?"

The figure merely chuckled, then produced a pocket watch seemingly out of thin air. It examined the watch for a moment before responding, "You're not supposed to be here, yet."

The figure, continued speaking in a measured tone, "To answer your question, this place is limbo, some call it the pre-gates. It's where everyone goes before their final destination is determined."

Dovariin listened intently, still trying to make sense of this surreal place. "Like hell and heaven?" he asked, attempting to draw parallels to familiar concepts.

The figure shook its head, "No, not Hell or Heaven. Some may refer to it that way, but it's more complex than that. And to answer your question, I'm a Judge, Truth, Anything. People call me by many names."

"But you are not supposed to be here," The figure remarked, examining the pocket watch once more. "Your watch is still ticking. Well, we are supposed to meet on December 31st, 1660, at 12 PM. You have a lot of time."

Just as Dovariin was beginning to grasp the peculiar nature of this place and the concept of time within it, a voice from beyond the blank white space pierced through. It was Doctor Wavolf's daughet, calling out to him urgently.

"They are calling you," The figure said, its featureless form turning its attention in the direction of the voice.

"I'm going to send you back," Truth declared. With a simple gesture, it pointed at Dovariin and uttered, "Back."

In an instant, Dovariin found himself returning to the world of the living. He awoke to the sound of everyone's sobs, feeling they warm embrace and hearing they cries of relief. The encounter with The figure remained etched in his mind, a surreal journey into the unknown.

Doctor Wavolf, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief, spoke with a trembling voice, "Thank God, you're alive. But you should still rest."

Dovariin nodded weakly, acknowledging the doctor's words. He was battered and bruised.

Dovariin, wrapped in bandages but with a newfound vigor, was outside, dancing with Elena around a giant fire. A radiant smile adorned his face as he twirled and laughed, caught up in the joyous celebration. The music blared, people danced and cheered, and the atmosphere was filled with an overwhelming sense of freedom and relief.

It was a moment of triumph, a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who had fought for their village. As the flames danced and the night echoed with laughter and music, Dovariin felt a deep sense of gratitude and belonging that washed away the memories of pain and struggle.

Amidst the festivities and the jubilant crowd, Dovariin and Elena slowly began to sneak away, seeking a more private and intimate moment together. Hand in hand, they slipped through the shadows, away from the watchful eyes of the revelers.

They found a secluded spot beneath the serene canopy of a large, ancient tree. Its branches provided a natural curtain, shielding them from view. There, surrounded by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of the celebration, Dovariin and Elena shared a quiet moment.

Their hands still entwined, they gazed into each other's eyes, their smiles speaking volumes. In the warmth of each other's presence, they knew that this was a moment to cherish, a brief respite from the battles and turmoil they had endured.

Dovariin leaned in, his lips meeting Elena's in a soft and tender kiss, sealing their bond amidst the tranquil night, far from the chaos of the world.

Dovariin, feeling the tender closeness between them, whispered with a gentle and appreciative tone, "You are one of the most beautiful ladies I've ever met—your long hair, your grace, and that radiant smile. Everything about you is captivating."

He paused for a moment, searching her eyes, "In this chaotic world, finding solace and happiness in your presence is a treasure. Your kindness, your strength, and the way you light up every room you enter... I cherish it all."

Elena blushed, touched by his words, and replied softly, "And you, Dovariin, are a remarkable man. Your courage, your kindness, and the way you protect and care for those around you. I am grateful to have you by my side."

In the soft moonlight, amidst the rustling leaves and the distant sound of festivities, Dovariin and Elena made their way towards the hidden hot spring. The air was cool, carrying the promise of warmth from the hot spring.

As they walked, the playful excitement and the comfort of each other's presence inched them closer. Elena started to unzip her jacket, letting it fall off her shoulders gracefully. Dovariin mirrored her actions, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slip away.

Their hearts beat a little faster, fueled by the growing intimacy and the natural allure of the moment. Elena's laughter danced through the air as she removed her shoes, and Dovariin followed suit, feeling a sense of freedom as they both discarded the weight of their clothes.

With every step, they felt a lightness, a sense of being unburdened, and a deeper connection. The soft glow of the moon bathed them as they approached the hot spring, the water inviting and warm, promising relaxation and joy.

Hand in hand, Dovariin and Elena stepped into the hidden hot spring together. The warm water enveloped them, welcoming their bodies with a gentle embrace. As they settled into the soothing depths of the spring, a sense of calm washed over them.

The night was their witness, a tranquil and intimate accomplice to their shared moment. The moonlight danced upon the water's surface, casting shimmering reflections that seemed to echo the sparkle in their eyes.

They sat close, the warmth of the water melting away any remaining tension or fatigue. With each passing minute, the hot spring worked its magic, not only on their bodies but also on their hearts. Here, beneath the starry canvas of the night sky, they found solace in each other's presence.

Elena rested her head on Dovariin's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, drawing her even closer. They gazed at the stars above, lost in the serene beauty of the moment, and the gentle lullaby of the night surrounded them.

In that tranquil embrace, beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, Dovariin and Elena discovered that sometimes, amidst the chaos of the world, the most precious moments were the simplest ones shared with the person who held your heart.

Kytaro himself, was indulging in the pleasures of the feast. He went with the villagers and drank drinks after drinks, although this was the first time he had done such things. And his body did not seem to appreciate too much, since after a few drinks, he simply fell unconscious. He crashed to the ground, leaving the people around him shocked.

In the cozy atmosphere of the village's bar, Dovariin engaged in conversation with the mayor's wife, their voices hushed in the early morning light. Dovariin, his charming smile on display, leaned in slightly and whispered, "I did my part in the bed yesterday, you know. Now it's your turn to pay me somehow, perhaps with a ship?"

The mayor's wife, equally playful, raised an eyebrow and replied, "Fine, but you'll have to meet me again sometime, darling. Here are the keys to the docks. Take your pick, my dear."

Dovariin accepted the keys with a wink, his gaze filled with appreciation. "You drive a hard bargain, my lady," he said with a smirk. "I'll be sure to meet you again, very soon."

With their little exchange concluded, Dovariin left the bar, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He knew that securing a ship would be a crucial step in the adventures that awaited him and his newfound companions.

After securing the keys to the docks and leaving the bar, Dovariin stepped outside, ready to find perfect ship. However, what he found outside was quite different from what he expected. There, sprawled out on the ground and looking thoroughly disheveled, was Kytaro. It appeared that his Captain had thoroughly enjoyed the village's celebrations and had indulged a bit too much.

Dovariin couldn't help but chuckle as he approached his slumbering friend. Kytaro's party spirit was legendary, and it seemed that last night's festivities had taken their toll.

"Looks like someone had a bit too much fun," Dovariin mused, shaking his head with a fond smile.

Seeing Kytaro in such a deep slumber, Dovariin decided that a gentle nudge wouldn't do the trick. He scanned the area and spotted a nearby bucket filled with cold water. With a mischievous grin, he picked it up and approached his snoozing friend.

Without hesitation, Dovariin tossed the entire bucket of cold water at Kytaro. The icy deluge splashed over him, drenching him from head to toe. It was a rude awakening, and Kytaro sputtered and jolted awake, his eyes wide with shock and indignation.

He woke up with a start, shocked by what he had just felt. He then turned his head towards Dovariin. "Ah... YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!! WHAT IS IT THAT YOU ARE AFRAID OF BY THE HEAD??" he shouted as he rose, extending his feet to reach Dovariin’s head, catching him by the collar. I ATE A DEVIL FRUIT, DID YOU FORGET??!!"

Then he remembered the poster he had in the pocket and took it out. It was all wet. " I also wanted to show you this yesterday, but I forgot because of the party. Now it’s all wet! I really wonder why....." He said while giving a devious side eye to his crewmate. He regained his normal size and began to walk ahead towards the port. He regained his normal height and began to walk ahead towards the port. "We should hurry to leave! at the adventure!!" He shouted, having stars in his eyes, shaking the poster before Dovariin’s eyes. "LET'S GOOO!" he exclaimed as they started to go.

Arriving at the port of the island, they found themselves confronted with several small sailing boats. "We have the right to take whichever we want!" Dovariin announced. Kytaro’s eyes then lit up at the sight of one of them. "Can we take this one?!" he screamed, with a convinced look and eyes filled with stars, like a little child. Dovariin could do nothing but accept, convinced by the look on his captain's face. They then boarded inside. Kytaro got up and smiled. "LET'S GO TO THE ISLAND MADE OF MONEY!!"

On a desolate island in the treacherous waters of the New World, a snowy mountain loomed large. Two figures stood near its base. One of them, a man of advanced years, was seated on a large rock, engrossed in reading newspapers. The other, a rugged mountaineer, turned to him and spoke in a tone of concern.

"Mister Monk," he said, addressing the seated man, "the rest of the road is only for you. I can't go any further. You should go back too. No one comes back alive from that place."

The man seated on the rock slowly folded his newspaper and stood up. He gazed up at the towering mountain and replied confidently, "I came here to save this village, didn't I? So why should I go back now? Just prepare me some good sake for when I return, okay?"

With determination in his eyes, he started ascending the mountain, leaving the mountaineer to his thoughts. The mountaineer picked up the newspapers that the man had left behind, noticing it was a South Blue edition.

"South Blue edition? What a weird man," he mumbled to himself. Indeed, the man was an enigma, driven by a purpose that only he understood.

As he continued his journey up the snowy mountain, the words echoed in his mind. "Dovariin. You've grown up. I can't wait to see you."

As he ascended the snowy mountain, the man suddenly raised his hand, and a remarkable transformation occurred. His arm began to radiate with a golden hue, and around his hand, a shimmering, golden bubble materialized, glistening with otherworldly energy.