New Shining Star |『 Male Reader 』• One Piece

Page 49: Moonlit Awakening

"The time is the Great Pirate Era!"

"Countless pirates fight desperately for the One Piece, the great treasure left behind by Gold Roger, the Pirate King."

"Y/n L/n, a young man whose body can transform into a buffalo after eating the Ox Ox Fruit Model Water Buffalo, also takes the sea to become the Pirate King."

"As Y/n and his friends overcome numerous adventures, the World Government is less and less able to ignore their existence."

"The crew, on its way to the New World, will speed along the Grand Line again today!"

*Clash*

*Clang*

The flickering lights of the room illuminated the clash between Mamoru and Vice Admiral Morrok. Their strikes echoed in thunderous waves, each collision sending tremors through the metallic walls of the Shimmering Enclave.

Mamoru's black blade gleamed with each strike, moving with precise fluidity against the brute force of Morrok's iron-drilled gauntlet. The 'Spiral Crusher' attack, relentless in its pressure, caused the ground beneath her to quake, threatening to swallow her balance.

But Mamoru was unyielding, her calm demeanour betraying no sign of the strain in her muscles or the sweat trailing down her temple. Morrok let out a booming laugh, the sound deep and grating, almost mocking. "There, that's more like it!" he barked, his voice filling the room as he pulled back for another strike.

"Doesn't it feel better now that you don't have to worry about distractions? Just you and me," said Morrok, but Mamoru didn't respond. Her dark eyes were sharp, focused entirely on Morrok's movements.

She precisely parried the incoming drill, twisting her body to the side to avoid the brunt of the impact. Her focus remained sharp, her thoughts, however, lingering elsewhere. 'Rindo...are you okay?' she wondered, a flicker of concern crossing her mind. She couldn't spare a glance toward where her companion had been sent flying.

It would cost her too much in this deadly dance if she did. Instead, Mamoru steeled her resolve, her gaze hardening. 'I need to end this quickly. I can't waste another second. Rindo needs me,' she thought, her gaze hardening.

The determination in her eyes didn't go unnoticed. Morrok's grin faltered briefly as he caught the shift in her expression. Though he didn't understand its true source, he interpreted it as a silent challenge that made his blood pump.

"So, you've decided to get serious?" he sneered. Without hesitation, he increased the speed and intensity of his strikes. Each swing of his iron gauntlets carried enough force to shatter stone, leaving craters in the ground with every missed blow.

Mamoru found herself forced onto the defensive, her blade deflecting each attack but leaving little room for countering. Sweat beaded on her brow as she adjusted her stance, her movements adapting to Morrok's relentless assault.