Pirate of Darkness (si)

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**Sea Circle Calendar Year 1494, New World, an island named Aska.**

Deep in the mountains and forests, an 8-meter-long giant tiger stared at the prey in front of it. Attracted by the **** atmosphere of this place, it saw only a thin human and the corpse of a violent bear beside him.

The tiger's natural instinct allowed it to sense the slightest threat from this human teenager. However, that was all. It stepped cautiously, circling him halfway, but the actual distance between them was slowly closing. The teenager showed no resistance, likely exhausted from his battle with the violent bear.

This thought made the tiger less cautious. It took two steps to reach the optimal hunting distance. Seizing the opportunity, it let out an excited howl, leaned down slightly, and charged toward the teenager.

"Thief haha! Did you finally make your move?" The young man had been watching its movements, waiting for the right moment. Seeing the giant tiger commit, a flash of light appeared in his eyes. He leaped with tremendous force, propelling himself off the ground at a speed faster than the tiger's charge. The counterforce caused the ground around his feet to sink slightly, kicking up sand and rocks. In an instant, the young man appeared in front of the giant tiger. The tiger's pupils shrank as a wicked smile of excitement spread across the young man's face.

His hands formed claw shapes, his arm muscles bulging. The surroundings fell silent as ten bloody claw shadows flashed through the air.

The boy's body descended from mid-air, and the giant tiger's massive form slammed to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.

The boy's hands were soaked in blood, droplets falling to the ground from his fingers. On the tiger's corpse, ten hideous gashes marred its abdomen, resembling the wounds on the violent bear beside it.

As night fell, a fire crackled in a clearing in the woods. The boy roasted a massive bear paw over the flames.

Staring into the fire, the young man's thoughts drifted. "I'm twelve years old now. It should be soon," he murmured, as if waiting for something.

Unexpectedly, he had found himself in the world of *One Piece*, reincarnated as the future big boss, the ambitious Marshall D. Teach. There had been no electrocution, no system or golden finger. He had simply fallen asleep and woken up as the future Blackbeard, a six-year-old boy named Teach.

Of course, he knew *One Piece* well. In the anime, Teach had joined the Whitebeard Pirates at the age of twelve, starting as an ordinary fisherman with no extraordinary abilities.

This was undoubtedly a waste of his talent. Upon waking, he had not only inherited Teach's memories but also gained a deeper understanding of his unique physique. He was born with terrifying vitality and strange strength. The only downside was his inability to sleep, but this had no effect on him. He was always full of energy, allowing him to spend more time training.

For the past six years, Teach had dedicated himself to physical training. He understood the horrors of this world and the importance of strength. Without knowledge of how to practice Haki, he focused entirely on physical conditioning and swordsmanship. He had even stolen a swordsmanship manual from a declining kendo dojo on the island. After the death of its master, the dojo had fallen into obscurity, and Teach had easily acquired its treasured manual.

The manual detailed the Thunder Current Swordsmanship, a prominent and powerful style known for its lightning-infused slashes. The core of this style was a breathing technique that generated electricity within the body, though it had severe side effects, often leading to short lifespans for its practitioners.

This breathing technique was perfect for Teach. His monstrous physique negated the side effects, allowing him to use the generated bioelectricity to strengthen his body, particularly his internal organs.

Teach had a natural talent for swordsmanship, likely a result of the fusion of his two souls. Over the past four years, he had trained diligently, even studying under a flame swordsman at another dojo on Aska Island. His teacher, Hare, had taught him the Flame Flow Swordsmanship, which complemented his Thunder Current training.

After a hearty meal, only clean bones remained beside him, larger than his own body.

Closing his eyes, Teach sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing rhythmically. Arcs of electricity crackled across his body, and the surrounding air grew hot. This was the Flame Flow Swordsmanship Hare had taught him. The heat and lightning intertwined, tempering his physique. To unleash more powerful slashes, he needed to withstand the heat and electricity himself.

This extreme training method was not for the faint of heart. Without a strong physique, it would be unbearable. Teach's goal was to combine swordsmanship with physical prowess, allowing him to slash without a sword, using his hands as blades.

His claw strikes were already incredibly powerful. If measured, the temperature and energy intensity of his hands would far exceed that of his body. Teach plunged his hands into the fire, the searing pain a familiar sensation. This training had been excruciating at first, but he had grown accustomed to it.

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**In the small town of Akas:**

"Teach, didn't I tell you to be careful last time? Why are you injured again?" In a well-known clinic, a young girl scolded him, though her hands moved deftly, wrapping a white bandage around Teach's burned arm.

"Thief haha! I accidentally set a tree on fire while barbecuing in the wild. I managed to put it out, but not before it almost burned me alive!" Teach laughed, scratching his head.

Monica, the girl, pressed harder on his arm. "Zi!" Teach winced. "It hurts! Lighten up, Monica!"

Seeing his pained expression, Monica couldn't help but smile, though she quickly composed herself and continued applying herbs and bandages.

"Thief haha, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my hands would be useless. I wouldn't be able to sail the seas or become a great pirate." Teach stood up, gazing out the window at the azure sea. He spread his arms and shouted, "A man's dream will never end!"

Monica stared at his back, her heart racing. The strong, confident figure before her seemed to embrace the entire sea.

Suddenly, Teach winced. "Ah, it hurts!" He had accidentally torn his wound. "Idiot! I just bandaged it!" Monica scolded, twisting his ear.

"Ow! Monica, you need to be more ladylike. You won't find a husband if you're this violent!" Teach teased.

Monica let go, crossing her arms. "Hmph! Maybe I don't want one!"

Teach smiled, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Alright, it's my fault. It won't happen again."

Monica's face turned red as Teach's intense gaze met hers. At twelve, Teach was already 1.7 meters tall, with a strong, masculine build. His slightly curly black hair was neatly combed, and his wicked smile exuded charm.

"Thief haha, Monica, the medicines are expensive. I can't afford to pay for them. If Uncle Modi finds out, he'll hang me up!"

"You can't say that about my father. He's gentle!" Monica protested.

Teach grinned. "I owe you more and more. How can I repay you? Maybe I'll have to sell myself to you. You're quite pretty."

Monica's ears turned red, her heart pounding. Before she could respond, a voice thundered from the stairs.

"Asshole Teach! How dare you flirt with my daughter? Go to hell!"

Teach's eyes widened as a figure appeared before him. Modi, Monica's father, delivered a powerful punch to Teach's chest, sending him flying through the door and into the courtyard wall. The impact left a spiderweb of cracks in the solid stone.

"Teach!" Monica cried, rushing to his side.

Modi adjusted his glasses, his white coat settling. "Hmph! Monica, you underestimate that kid too much."

Monica glared at her father, her worry for Teach evident. Modi, however, couldn't shake the feeling that his little girl was slipping away.

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