Meet Xanxus D. Inferno, the infamous captain of the once feared Varia Pirates, but a crew who's fall was just as quick as their uprising.
Now, without his crew how will he interact with the newcomer Strawhat Luffy and his crew?
And why does he hate...
On an unknown island deep within the New World, there lay a beautiful town on an island whose name had been erased from history.
The town's beauty was so captivating that it drew the attention of the Celestial Dragons, who claimed it as their private park. Now heavily guarded by the World Government, the streets were lined with agents in suits, ensuring the safety of the Celestial Dragons who frequented the area.
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As part of their routine, a pair of Celestial Dragons strolled through the town on their monthly walk. "This town never fails to amaze me with its beauty," the woman remarked, admiring the elegant buildings. They were accompanied by a retinue of sex slaves, both men and women.
Her companion nodded, glancing at the townspeople kneeling at their sides, as was required in the presence of the Celestial Dragons. "Yes, though the sight of these worms always ruins the view," he added.
One of the female slaves began to tear up, drawing the attention of the couple. The woman yanked the slave's collar, causing her to fall to the ground. "I-I want to go home... Mommy!" the slave sobbed.
With cold disdain, the female Celestial Dragon kicked her. "Get up, you useless wretch!" The other slaves, accustomed to such cruelty, closed their eyes in silent sorrow, knowing the girl's fate was sealed.
The man grabbed his wife's arm, trying to stop her. "Honey, that's enough!" he shouted, but she continued to strike the sobbing slave until the girl's cries turned to laughter.
Confusion spread among the onlookers. "Marlene, what's wrong?" another male slave asked, concerned.
"She's jealous!" Marlene cackled, her voice filled with manic glee. The accusation only infuriated the female Celestial Dragon more.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Marlene taunted. "Jealous that I'm younger, prettier, and better in bed! Jealous that your husband spends—"
*Bang!*
The sound of a gunshot rang out, cutting Marlene's words short. The female Celestial Dragon stood, her hand trembling as she held the smoking gun. "Don't you dare lie to me!" she screamed in fury.
"Lucie, what are you doing?!" her husband, Gasper, shouted in panic. He crouched beside Marlene, trying to tend to his favorite slave.
"Move, Gasper! She has to die!" Lucie yelled, her gun still pointed at them.
But Gasper, ignoring her, focused on the wounded girl. "Are you giving me orders, woman?" he growled, as their argument escalated. Their heated exchange was suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.
*Step. Step.*
A young boy walked toward them, his gaze detached, seemingly uninterested in the chaos surrounding him. He had spiky dark hair streaked with gray and sharp, fierce red eyes.
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*Step. Step.*
The crowd watched, expecting some reaction from him—anger, sadness, something—but he simply walked past them, indifferent.
"You!" Lucie, still enraged, pointed her gun at his back, finger on the trigger. But before she could fire, an immense wave of energy erupted from the boy, knocking everyone in the street unconscious in an instant.
"Scum," the boy muttered as he continued on, leaving the once bustling street in silence. He briefly glanced back at the wounded slave but turned away, uninterested in her fate. To him, she was beneath him, like everyone else.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty street. "Ohohohoh... to wield such Haki at your age... how impressive." The boy stopped in his tracks, surprised to see an elderly man standing before him, a katana in hand.
The boy, taken aback, asked, "Where did you come from?"
The old man pointed upward. "From above, boy," he replied, revealing himself to be a Celestial Dragon, though unlike any the boy had seen before.
"Who are you? You're not like the others," the boy asked.
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The old man was tall and of advanced age, with a pale-grayish complexion and wrinkled features. He wore metal-frame glasses and a white, loose-fitting keikogi, with a golden obi holding it closed. "I am Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro," he said, a smirk on his face. "And I'm here to take you to Mary Geoise... my son."
The boy, Xanxus, was shocked, his usual stoic expression faltering. "Your son? Me?" But before he could react, he felt a familiar wave of power wash over him, just like his own Haki.
The elder smiled. "Yes, only we possess this kind of power," he said, stepping closer and ruffling the boy's hair. "Now, tell me, what name did your mother give you?"
"Xanxus D. Inferno," the boy replied. For a brief moment, displeasure flickered across the old man's face, but he quickly smiled again.
"A fine name, she chose well," Nusjuro whispered. "Now, Xanxus, let's go see your mother. I need to speak with her." Xanxus nodded, and together they walked toward his home.
After a brief conversation with Xanxus's mother, Nusjuro emerged. "Your mother has agreed. Are you ready to join me? With me, you will have wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams. You will stand above all." He offered his hand to the boy.
Xanxus took it without hesitation. "Yes, Father."
As they prepared to leave, Xanxus glanced back. "Won't Mother come with us?" he asked.
"No, she has her own problems to handle. Say goodbye if you wish," Nusjuro replied.
But Xanxus shook his head. "No need. Let's go." A small smile crossed Nusjuro's face.
As they walked away, Nusjuro suddenly stopped and looked down at the boy. "From now on, your name is only Xanxus. Do you understand?"
Xanxus nodded. "Yes, Father."
Neither of them knew it yet, but this marked the beginning of something far greater than they could ever imagine.
