Babysitting Whitebeard’s Crew:How I Accidentally Became a Teen Emperor

The lively chatter of the captains filled the air as Marco and Jozu stood in front of their gathered brothers. The comic book in Marco's hand caught the sunlight, its glossy cover reflecting a golden hue. But as Marco began his tale, the room filled with laughter instead of awe. 

"Yehahahaha!" Blamenco slapped his knee, tears forming in his eyes. "Jozu, that joke is too ridiculous! Are you auditioning for a comedy troupe now?" 

"Even if you're making things up, at least try to sound realistic!" Atmos chimed in, shaking his head. 

The captains leaned back, arms crossed, clearly unconvinced. 

"A world in a comic book?" Namur, 8th Division Commander, scoffed. "Please, let's not waste time with fairy tales, Marco." 

Marco, however, said nothing. Instead, he stepped forward, and suddenly, orange flames erupted around him. 

WHOOSH! 

The flames coalesced into a pair of radiant wings behind him, their fiery glow sending a wave of heat rippling through the room. The temperature rose sharply, and the captains were momentarily stunned into silence. 

"Ah! What is this heat?!" Speed Jiru, 14th Division Commander, exclaimed, shielding his face with his hand. 

Namur squinted at the wings, stepping closer. "Marco, what's going on? When did your Phoenix flames turn orange? They're supposed to be blue!" 

"Yeah," Blenheim, 9th Division Commander, added, his brow furrowed. "Phoenix flames aren't supposed to be lethal. This heat… it's like Ace's fire!" 

Curious, Namur reached out a webbed hand toward Marco's wings. When his fingertips grazed the flames, he yelped and yanked his hand back. "It burns!" 

Gasps rippled through the group. 

"That's not all," Namur continued, eyes wide as he examined Marco. "You've got wings and hands now? How's that possible?" 

The captains exchanged astonished glances. They all knew that when Marco transformed into his phoenix form, his wings replaced his arms, limiting his ability to fight effectively in the air. But now, with both wings and hands, his combat potential had skyrocketed. 

"Marco, this… this changes everything!" Blamenco stammered. 

"That's insane! You can fly and still fight with your full strength?" Atmos exclaimed. 

The captains' awe-filled stares brought a sly smile to Marco's lips. 

This is exactly what he wanted. 

Marco took a step back, raising his hands into the shape of pistols. 

"Watch closely, boys." 

Piu! Piu! Piu! 

Small fire bullets shot from his fingertips, striking the ground in rapid succession. Each hit sent rocks flying and clouds of dust rising into the air. 

"WHAT?!" 

"That's Ace's ability!" 

"Are my eyes deceiving me?!" 

Excited murmurs spread like wildfire as the captains leaned forward, their disbelief turning into pure astonishment. 

"Marco," Namur blurted out, "did your Devil Fruit evolve into Ace's Mera Mera no Mi?" 

"Impossible!" Speed Jiru exclaimed. "How can one Devil Fruit have two abilities?!" 

The room grew chaotic, every captain trying to piece together what they'd just witnessed. Their questions collided in a symphony of confusion, and all eyes turned to Marco, desperate for an explanation. 

Marco crossed his arms, enjoying the sight of his bewildered comrades. "Do you want to know what's going on?" he teased, grinning. 

"Yes!" they chorused. 

"Do you want to gain abilities like this yourselves?" 

"Of course we do!" Blamenco yelled, his voice echoing across the room. 

"Well," Marco said, holding up the comic book, "let me show you where it all began." 

The glossy cover depicted a menacing demon phoenix, its fiery wings outstretched against a dark, stormy sky. Marco pointed at it dramatically. 

"This, my fam, is High School DxD: Pure Blood Devil God Phoenix. My new abilities come straight out of this comic!"