Ocean's Emperor: Eastern Power

Chapter 1: The Journey to Fire

oh man get ready because its a wild adventure lol

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The New World was a place only the bravest or the most foolhardy dared to travel, and [Y/N] had never shied away from a challenge. He drifted across its vast, unpredictable seas, lying atop a small, weather-beaten wooden boat as it bobbed on the swells. The salty sea air, sharp and refreshing, filled his lungs with every deep breath, while the sun hung like a molten jewel high above him. It was both his guide and his nemesis as he sailed to his next destination.

In this desolate patch of ocean, it was easy to feel both powerful and small. Alone on his boat, he was a dot on the New World's map, a single soul among the wild waves. He kept his katana sheathed beside him, the coolness of the steel within its scabbard a steady comfort against the chaos of the sea. This journey was his own, one he'd chosen without regret. Somewhere ahead, the fabled Land of Fire awaited him, hiding secrets and the legendary katana he sought, Blazing Sun.

They called it the "Blazing Sun"—a legendary katana, lost to time, rumored to be forged with the very fire of the sun itself. Whispers across the New World spoke of its unmatched power, a blade that could cut through steel as if it were paper, a weapon that burned with a heat that never waned. But it was more than just a sword. It was a legacy, a promise of strength to any who could claim it. And [Y/N] intended to make that promise his own.

Drifting on a small wooden boat under the fierce, midday sun, [Y/N] lay resting with his hat tipped low, shielding his eyes from the blazing heat above. It had been weeks since he'd heard of the Blazing Sun, and even longer since he'd started searching for it. His journey had led him across dangerous waters, through storms, and past hostile islands, each step taking him closer to the sword's fabled resting place—the Land of Fire.

With dwindling supplies and a restless spirit, [Y/N] found himself deep in the New World, where monsters lurked beneath the surface and islands held mysteries beyond imagination. But despite the calm of the afternoon sea, he felt the weight of danger in the air.

Then, just as he began to doze, a single raindrop splashed against his cheek.

"Rain?" he murmured, peeking out from under his hat as dark clouds gathered ominously overhead. The shift in the air was almost immediate; a chill crept in, and the winds began to churn, whipping the once gentle waves into a rising frenzy.

The downpour was sudden and harsh, pelting down in cold sheets that soaked him to the bone in seconds. His grip tightened on the wooden edge of the boat as it pitched and rolled, forced to ride the building swells of the agitated sea. But it wasn't just the storm that worried him. There was something else in the air—a feeling, a presence, lurking beneath the surface of the darkening waters.

A shiver ran down his spine, a warning born of instinct honed through countless battles.

And then, he saw it.

Not far from his boat, a massive dorsal fin cut through the water, towering and jagged like the blade of a giant saw. The creature circled his small craft with terrifying speed, its mere presence casting a shadow that swallowed the light from above. A monstrous shape beneath the waves became clearer with each pass—broad, muscular, and brimming with an aura of malice. It was no ordinary shark.

This was a Terrorshark—a mutated horror of the deep, infamous in the New World for its unrelenting ferocity and hunger. Its body was colossal, covered in thick, scarred skin and dark blue stripes that camouflaged it in stormy seas. Four beady yellow eyes glared up at him with an intelligence far beyond that of a typical predator, and its jaw... The Terrorshark's mouth was reinforced with metal—a terror jaw, complete with cruel iron braces clamping its oversized teeth in place, built to tear through anything in its path. And on its back was the anchor—an old, battle-scarred shark anchor chained to its dorsal fin, a weapon and a reminder of battles lost by countless victims.