Let's Do This! (One Piece)

Chapter 4. Conversing with Garp

"Ruwa..." Garp called as he looked down at her from atop a barrel that was sitting near the house.

The spiky-haired girl stopped her swords and turned to her papa, "Yeah?" She asked as she tilted her head towards him. 

"Your weird cousin passed the exam, even the tenth level, but he wasn't assigned as a vice admiral. Akainu used your brother to make it so that Ryoka was only a rear admiral!" Spoke Garp as he looked down at his young daughter.

He knew that the same, if not worse, would happen to her, not only because she was young and a girl, but also because she was Dragon's sister. He was angered that Akainu dared to use Dragon against his nephew.

But after talking to Ryoka, his mood lightened, "How did Ryoka take it? Did he laugh it off or challenge Akainu?" Asked Ruwa with a glint in her eyes. Ruwa despised Akainu and wanted to electrocute the bastard for all the supposed 'justice' he was serving onto others. But, she figured that was Ryoka's job. He seemed the type anyway, to grow past what people expected of him and to serve his own type of justice, and do whatever he felt right in his soul.

Garp huffed at her words before laughing it off, already used to his daughters' knowing nature, "Bwahahahaha!!! That weird brat laughed him off, and then challenged him." He grinned as he spoke of his nephew.

Ruwa smiled as she remembered meeting the male for the first time. She felt that his personality was a mix of Luffy, Garp, and Mihawk. He was just as unpredictable and as much of a loose cannon as those three; she also knew that he held a gift much similar to her own soul tree. 

The spiky-haired girl wondered who his watcher/Teacher was, or if he had one to begin with. 

On the other hand, she pondered her own goal. 'I want to help fix this world, to give the people better lives and more hopeful futures. My ultimate goal is to make sure certain events don't happen.' She thought to herself as she fixed her eyes on the wooden post in front of her. 

Her mind flashing to a certain freckled hothead, yeah, she definitely wanted to make sure that didn't happen. These days, she was learning another one of the techniques that people who possessed the Soul Tree had, Gentle Fist. 

Apparently, most people who were able to use the Soul Tree/Forest were also pretty dominating fighters, AKA kick ass and take names later type of people. Zoran had previously given her a textbook about the original Soul users, at least what is known of the originals, most of which came from the anime Naruto. The soul users were those of the Hyūga and Uzumaki, or at least of some relation to them, or were from the Naruto Universe at some point. This would also explain why she could use the Hyūga clan's fighting techniques so fluently and grasp most of their concepts easily, or how she practically breathed in the information of Fūinjutsu. Another factor that she attained was that she was directly related to another Soul user, so it made her that much more likely to get the Soul Tree in the first place. 

Being able to use not only a Nodachi and a katana. She could also make use of just her hands and feet, which would give her a stronger defense than most in this world, who were useless without their swords. A good thing to notice was that while using the Gentle fist techniques, her eyes didn't change whatsoever on the outside. Internally, she had the same eyes as any other Hyūga clansman; outwardly, though, her eyes didn't even have veins present when she used the techniques. Which was perfectly fine for her, although it did raise the question of what she read from the textbook she received a while back; it didn't specifically say how or why other worlds got the soul Tree, or how it even came to be. She wondered at times if the soul Tree—Forest, just was always there, or if it was born from a mischievous or meddlesome god. Either way, these last few months were fought long and hard to the point of exhaustion and breaking the point of exhaustion to pieces.