One Piece:Magneto

For the past three days, Alexander had been navigating the vast and seemingly endless sea. With no formal training in navigation, he relied on instinct and the maps he found aboard the ship. Using his Devil Fruit powers to steer and adjust the ship's course, he was able to keep a steady pace without needing to rely entirely on the winds.

When he wasn't navigating, Alexander spent his time training and studying the books he had brought with him from Kutsukku. He was determined to master his newfound abilities and deepen his understanding of the magnetic field. With each passing hour, he felt his control improving. He experimented with lifting heavier objects, manipulating smaller ones with precision, and even practicing how to sense the faint metallic traces in his surroundings.

During one of his breaks, Alexander decided to thoroughly explore the ship. To his surprise, it wasn't just a simple vessel—it was a treasure trove. Hidden beneath the deck and in various compartments were piles of gold, sacks of money, and an assortment of weapons, including swords and axes of fine craftsmanship.

"This must've been Kid's safe," Alexander muttered to himself with a smirk. "No wonder he was so protective of this ship."

Among the treasures, he also found preserved meat, dried fruits, and barrels of fresh water. Enough supplies to keep him going for weeks if necessary. But it was the maps that intrigued him the most. Some were crude, showing local waters, while others were detailed, outlining major trade routes, islands, and even markings for potential danger zones.

One map in particular caught his eye—its destination was Loguetown, the famous city at the entrance to the Grand Line. Alexander's mind raced with possibilities. Loguetown was a place of history, commerce, and opportunity. It was also known as the town where the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, was executed.

"That's where I'll go," Alexander decided, rolling up the map. "Loguetown is the perfect place to figure out my next move."

With his goal set, he turned his attention back to the sea, directing the ship with precision and purpose. The thought of reaching Loguetown filled him with excitement and determination. He was finally leaving behind the chaos of Kutsukku and stepping into a world filled with adventure and endless possibilities.

Over the past three days, Alexander had also taken up practicing swordsmanship with a katana he found among Kid's stash. While his Devil Fruit powers were formidable, he understood the importance of not relying solely on them. A blade could be the difference between survival and defeat, and the idea of mastering a weapon fascinated him.

Among the treasures on the ship, he discovered a small, worn book titled "The Art of the Blade." The book was simple yet insightful, explaining the fundamentals of swordsmanship and delving into two primary fighting styles:

The first was the Single-Sword Style, a disciplined and versatile approach that focused on precision, speed, and control. It emphasized making every strike count, treating the sword as an extension of the body.

The second was the Dual-Sword Style, which demanded coordination and fluidity. Wielding two blades offered a unique balance between offense and defense, allowing the user to unleash a flurry of attacks while maintaining a strong defense.

Alexander had started with the Single-Sword Style, practicing basic strikes, parries, and footwork. His movements were clumsy at first, but with persistence, he began to see improvement.

The book also mentioned the classification of swords, which immediately caught Alexander's interest. There were three known grades of exceptional blades in the world:

1. Supreme Grade Blades (Saijō Ō Wazamono): The rarest and most powerful swords, forged by the greatest blacksmiths in history. These blades were almost mythical, possessing extraordinary sharpness, durability, and craftsmanship.

2. Great Grade Blades (Ō Wazamono): While not as rare as Supreme Blades, Great Blades were still legendary in their own right. They were known for their strength and precision, often carried by elite warriors.

3. Skillful Grade Blades (Ryō Wazamono): High-quality blades crafted with care and precision. While not as famous as the other two grades, they were exceptional weapons in the hands of a skilled swordsman.

The katana Alexander wielded was unremarkable compared to these legendary blades, but it was sturdy and sharp enough for him to train. As he practiced, he couldn't help but imagine himself one day wielding a blade of legendary quality.

While reading, he began to think of how his magnetic powers could complement his swordsmanship. Perhaps one day, he could enhance his strikes by manipulating the blade's trajectory mid-swing or even control multiple weapons in battle.

For now, though, he focused on mastering the basics. Each swing of his katana was filled with determination. With every passing day, he felt himself becoming stronger, more capable, and more ready for the challenges that awaited him in the vast world beyond the South Blue.

Alexander's training over the past few days had not been limited to swordsmanship alone. He had also been pushing the boundaries of his Devil Fruit powers, determined to unlock their full potential. Through relentless practice and experimentation, he had made significant progress, achieving some of the goals he had listed earlier.

He had managed to extend his abilities in remarkable ways. First, he discovered he could use the magnetic field around him to manipulate light, effectively turning himself and objects invisible. It wasn't perfect yet; it required intense focus and drained his stamina quickly, but it was a game-changer for stealth and escape.

Second, he learned to create a barrier using magnetic fields. By concentrating on compressing and aligning the fields in front of him, he could form an invisible shield capable of deflecting small objects like stones or even blades. It wasn't indestructible, but it was a significant step toward his goal of creating a more robust defensive technique.

Encouraged by his progress, Alexander began experimenting further. One of his most exciting discoveries was his ability to amplify magnetic fields. By focusing his energy, he found that he could make non-magnetic objects temporarily magnetic, allowing him to manipulate them as if they were naturally attracted to his powers. This effect only lasted for about an hour, and it required precision and effort, but it opened up a world of possibilities for him in combat and daily life.

These advancements fueled his ambition. If he could achieve so much in such a short time, what else might he be capable of? He began devising more experiments to uncover the true extent of his powers.

Each day, Alexander grew more confident in his abilities. The small ship he had taken from Kid was no longer just a vessel; it had become his training ground and laboratory. As the South Blue's vast ocean stretched endlessly around him, he felt the thrill of discovery and the promise of a future where no one could threaten or control him. He was carving out his destiny, one step at a time.

Alexander had begun to notice the condition of the ship he had taken from Kid. While it had served him well so far, it was evident that the vessel had not been used much, nor had it been properly maintained. The wood was weathered and fragile, the sails were tattered, and the rudder creaked ominously whenever he adjusted course. It didn't take a genius to realize that this ship wouldn't last long, especially not in the harsh and unpredictable waters of the Grand Line.

He decided that once he reached Loguetown, his first priority would be to buy a new ship—a sturdier, more reliable vessel capable of handling the challenges of the open sea. He wanted something that could withstand storms and battles, a ship that would truly be his.

In addition to the ship, Alexander resolved to upgrade his equipment. The katana he had been training with was serviceable, but it lacked the quality and durability he would need in the dangerous world beyond the South Blue. He aimed to purchase a better blade, perhaps even a Great Grade or Skillful Grade sword if he could find one in Loguetown's renowned markets.

Lastly, he needed a new outfit. His current clothing, though practical, was plain and worn. He wanted something that reflected his growing confidence and ambition—something that would mark him as someone to be reckoned with.

Fortunately, money was no issue. Kid had used the ship as a vault for his treasures, and Alexander had taken full advantage of that fact. After carefully counting the gold, precious stones, and stacks of cash hidden in the ship's compartments, he estimated his wealth at 7,500,000 berries—a small fortune.

With that kind of money, Alexander knew he could get everything he needed and still have plenty left over for his journey. As Loguetown loomed closer on the horizon, he felt a surge of excitement. It was time to leave his old life behind and begin the next chapter of his adventure. He was ready to step into the wider world, armed with newfound power and the resources to forge his destiny.

3 weeks later

As Alexander arrived in Loguetown, the bustling port city filled with sailors, merchants, and pirates, he wasted no time. His first destination was the shipwright district, where the finest ships were built and sold. The docks were a maze of towering masts, ropes, and wooden hulls, with shipwrights working furiously to repair, build, and customize vessels of all sizes.

Upon entering the shop, the shipwright gave Alexander a dubious look. The young boy, barely nine years old, didn't exactly scream "prospective shipowner." He chuckled, thinking Alexander must be joking, but a sharp glare from the boy made him hesitate. There was something in those eyes—an intensity, a quiet confidence—that made the shipwright pause. Reluctantly, he decided to humor the kid.

"Fine, kid. What kind of ship are you looking for?" the shipwright asked, still skeptical but curious.

Without a word, Alexander followed the man out to the docks, his gaze sweeping over the variety of ships. Some were sleek, designed for speed; others were heavy and built for battle. Alexander's eyes narrowed as he inspected each one, dismissing many of them as too weak or impractical for the kind of life he envisioned.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze settled on a particular ship. It was unlike any of the others. A massive, imposing vessel with dark wooden planks, black sails, and an intimidating figurehead—a snarling lion's head carved from the finest mahogany. It stood out not only for its size but for the air of untamed power it seemed to exude. The ship looked like it had been built for someone who wasn't afraid to command the seas, someone who was willing to face any challenge head-on.

"This one," Alexander said, his voice steady but filled with determination.

The shipwright frowned. "You sure, kid? This ship needs a full crew to run it. I don't know if you can handle something this big by yourself."

Alexander didn't respond right away. Instead, he closed his eyes, focused on the magnetic fields around him, and silently tested his power. He could feel the weight of the ship, its intricate metal parts, and the magnetic resonance that pulsed through the hull. His powers could easily help him manage the sails, control the rudder, and even lift or repair parts of the ship if necessary. With his abilities, the size of the ship was no longer a concern.

"I'll manage," he said confidently.

After a moment of consideration, the shipwright sighed. He could see that there was no dissuading the kid. "Alright, kid. The ship is yours. It'll cost you 5,000,000 berries."

Alexander didn't hesitate. He handed over the gold, jewels, and precious stones from his collection without a second thought. The ship was now his.

He stood on the dock, feeling a sense of pride wash over him. The Black Pearl was no longer just a ship; it was a symbol of his independence, his future. With this vessel, he could set sail on his journey, and nothing would stand in his way.

The shipwright gave him a long, thoughtful look before speaking again. "I still don't know how you're going to handle this by yourself, but I suppose you've got your own ways of getting things done." He turned to leave but paused. "Just remember, kid, the seas aren't as kind as the land. If you're going to survive out there, you'll need more than just a ship."

"I'll get a crew when the time comes," Alexander replied with a grin, his mind already racing with plans. He named the ship The Black Pearl, a name that felt as dark and powerful as the ship itself.

As the shipwright walked away, Alexander stood on the deck of his new vessel, The Black Pearl, knowing that his journey was only just beginning.

After securing the Black Pearl, Alexander wasted no time in heading to a weapons shop. The city of Loguetown was full of blacksmiths, armorers, and weapon dealers, and Alexander knew exactly what he needed—something to complement his Devil Fruit abilities and give him an edge when things got rough.

He browsed through the shop, looking at various swords, knives, and firearms. The shop was filled with weapons of all kinds, from simple knives to elaborate swords. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for: a skillful blade called Shinryu, a katana with a razor-sharp edge and intricate engravings on the hilt. It was the kind of blade that would require skill to wield, something that would challenge Alexander to master. Next to it was a more ordinary blade, Aramatsu, a solid, reliable sword with a simple design that could serve as a backup.

However, when he approached the counter to purchase them, the salesman—an older, burly man—looked at him with suspicion. "You're a kid," he grunted, eyeing Alexander up and down. "What do you want with these weapons?"

Alexander's eyes narrowed, but he didn't rise to the challenge. Instead, he calmly took Shinryu and Aramatsu into his hands and, without warning, performed a series of fluid, precise cuts in the air. His movements were sharp, controlled, and surprisingly graceful for a boy his age. It was clear he knew how to handle a sword, his practice over the past few months paying off.

The salesman blinked in surprise, his skepticism beginning to waver. "You know how to use them," he muttered. "But still... you're a kid."

Without saying another word, Alexander drew Shinryu again and sliced through the air once more, this time with even more precision, the blade humming with the force of the movement. The salesman's eyes widened. He could see that Alexander wasn't just some naïve child. This boy was serious.

"Alright, alright," the man grumbled. "You've got the skill. You can have them. But I'm telling you—be careful with those."

With a smirk, Alexander nodded and placed the berries on the counter. "I will," he said simply. Along with the two swords, he also bought a black flintlock, a simple yet effective firearm that he could use when necessary. The weapon was sturdy, small enough to conceal, and would serve as a useful tool in his growing arsenal.

With his new weapons in hand, Alexander left the shop, feeling more prepared than ever for whatever lay ahead. He had the Black Pearl, the power of the Jiki Jiki no Mi, and now he had the tools to defend himself in any situation. All that was left was to set his sights on the Grand Line.

After finalizing his purchases, Alexander wandered through Loguetown, taking in the sights of the bustling city. His mind was focused on his next steps, but there was one last thing he needed to do. For the first time in years, he had the opportunity to buy clothes—something that wasn't secondhand or stolen. He made his way to a clothes shop, the soft chime of a bell signaling his entrance.

Inside, the shop was full of various styles and designs, from elegant suits to casual wear. It felt strange but also liberating to browse through the neatly arranged rows of clothes, knowing that this time, he didn't have to snatch anything. The woman owner behind the counter noticed him immediately, her eyes assessing him with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Despite his young age, Alexander carried himself with a quiet confidence. His white hair and ice-blue eyes set him apart from others, giving him an almost ethereal quality.

As he tried on different clothes, the woman couldn't help but watch him. Alexander's pale skin contrasted sharply with the black clothes he was trying on. He first slipped into a black shirt, then a black polo-neck sweater that hugged his lean frame. Next, he tried on black camo pants and a black trench coat, completing the outfit with sleek black shoes. When he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but appreciate how everything came together. His appearance was striking, almost otherworldly.

He smiled slightly at the reflection, pleased with how the ensemble looked. He felt more like himself now, not the scrappy orphan trying to survive, but a young man who was carving his own path. His confidence grew as he imagined himself wearing this outfit on the open seas, standing tall on the deck of the Black Pearl.

"I'll take it," he told the woman, his voice calm and assured. He also added a black weapon belt for his swords and flintlock, ensuring he was always ready for a fight. As a finishing touch, he picked up a pair of dark, circular sunglasses. The whole look was sleek, practical, and commanding—perfect for a boy like him who was preparing to take on the world.

The woman eyed him again, this time with a more admiring gaze, before ringing up the clothes. Alexander paid without hesitation, and after receiving his new outfit, he left the shop, feeling more like a pirate and less like a child. He was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead on his journey.

Minutes later, Alexander stood proudly on the deck of The Black Pearl, fully dressed in his new outfit. The black trench coat billowed slightly in the wind, his two swords and flintlock securely fastened to his hips. He felt the weight of the weapons, a reminder that he was no longer just a thief and orphan, but someone who was ready to carve his path in this world.

He lifted his hand, and with a subtle focus of his magnetic power, the ship responded. The massive sail on the mast, which had been folded and still, suddenly began to stir. With a smooth, almost effortless motion, the sail unfurled like a bird spreading its wings. The black fabric of the sail caught the wind with a sharp rustle, and as the wind flowed through it, the Black Pearl seemed to come alive.

The ship's great mast creaked with the newfound tension, and the hull, once still, began to shift slightly. With a wave of his hand, the magnetic field around the ship amplified, pulling the rudder into place as the vessel started to glide forward. The sound of the waves splashing gently against the ship's hull was accompanied by the soft creaking of the ropes as they were tautened.

With one hand firmly on the rudder, Alexander felt the connection between himself and the ship. The magnetic field enveloped the vessel like an extension of his own body, guiding it effortlessly through the water. As the ship began to move, the air around him seemed to carry the scent of the ocean and the promise of adventure. His heart beat faster, not from fear, but from excitement and anticipation.

He stood tall, gazing out at the horizon, the wide expanse of the sea stretching out before him. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue across the ocean's surface. It was a breathtaking sight, and Alexander couldn't help but smile. This was the beginning of his adventure, the start of something bigger than anything he had ever known.

With the ship now steadily moving forward, he felt the pull of the open sea. It was vast, uncharted, and full of endless possibilities. He had no idea what awaited him, but one thing was certain: The Black Pearl was his new home, and he was ready to face whatever came his way.

With his hand still on the rudder and his eyes fixed on the horizon, Alexander whispered to himself, "Let's see what this world has to offer."