The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, five years passed.

Since the Rocks Pirates plundered the Heavenly Tribute and were subsequently hunted by the Navy, major shifts have taken place in the Grand Line.

Silver Axe, Wang Zhi, and John left the pirate alliance and joined the Shichibukai, creating a balance of power among four major factions.

After the Navy's complete withdrawal from the New World—except for the G-1 Fortress, which remained the Holy Land Mariejois' crucial gateway—the Fallen Angel Pirates rose to dominate the region, with the Rocks Pirates settling in as a distant second.

While occasional skirmishes broke out, the major powers maintained a degree of restraint, avoiding large-scale conflicts.

…

One day, in the Calm Belt.

On a deserted island, a group of children with ash-white hair, black wings, and flames dancing behind their heads trained relentlessly. Swinging axes, hammers, and swords under the scorching sun, they worked hard, sweat dripping from their brows.

"Focus! No slacking!"

Standing tall and imposing, El's stern voice carried over the training grounds. A wooden staff in hand, he supervised the children with an air of authority that left no room for dissent.

Five years had only enhanced his handsomeness and composure, sharpening his features and giving him a regal demeanor. He exuded a quiet power that inspired awe.

Leading the training were a pair of massive figures—a boy and a girl who, despite their youthful faces, were strikingly large for their age. These were Thor and Sif, the eldest son and daughter of the Kukulkan family. At just ten years old, they stood as tall as their father—nearly ten meters high—rivaling even adult giants.

The boy, resembling El with his short hair and determined brows, swung a hammer with incredible force. The girl, her hair tied back in a practical ponytail, bore a striking resemblance to Gerd in her youth—save for the black wings on her back—and practiced her swordsmanship with precise, deliberate movements. With each swing of their weapons, gusts of wind howled through the air, their power leaving even seasoned warriors impressed.

"A true warrior must forge a will of iron through endless trials and hardships," El lectured, correcting Thor and Sif's stances with his staff. His voice softened slightly as he added, "You two are the eldest. Set a good example for your siblings. No slacking!"

"Yes, Father!"

"Got it, Dad!"

They responded in unison, their focus unwavering as they continued their rigorous training.

El moved along the training grounds to where an eleven-year-old boy with three eyes stood by the shoreline, practicing with a sword. His movements were precise and flawless, his strikes calculated and perfect.

"Good work," El praised with a nod of approval.

This was Dal, the third child, whose talent and intellect stood out among all his siblings. Mature and resourceful, Dal excelled in swordsmanship, rivaling even El's skill at that age. Despite his unparalleled aptitude, Dal's physical strength was only average compared to his monstrous siblings. He didn't rank among the top three in the family, nor even the top five. This was largely due to his siblings' extraordinary genetics, especially the eighth child, Ares, whose innate gifts bordered on the supernatural.

Continuing along the shoreline, El reached Willie, his fourth child. Though smaller than his siblings at just over three meters tall, Willie stood out for his extraordinary beauty, inheriting the best features of both El and Sally.

"Willie, your angle is off. It should be like this…"

El demonstrated the proper technique, adjusting the boy's form.

"Got it, Dad!" Willie nodded earnestly, imitating his father's movements. His improvement was immediate.

Satisfied, El moved on to his fifth child, Medusa, who was punching and kicking a massive sandbag with controlled precision. At ten years old, Medusa was already strikingly beautiful, her elegance offset by her sharp, determined demeanor.

Next came Eden, the sixth child, whose energy and liveliness contrasted with Medusa's poise. Standing over eight meters tall, Eden's physicality already rivaled that of adult giants, her sword strikes sending powerful gusts of wind through the air.

Without warning, El struck Eden lightly on the head with his staff.

"Ouch!" Eden yelped, rubbing the bump with tearful eyes.

"How many times have I told you? Focus during training! Slacking is unacceptable!" El's tone was firm. "Your training is doubled today. No lunch until you finish."

"Nooo! Please, Dad!" Eden clung to El's leg in mock despair, pleading for forgiveness. But her antics were cut short when El raised his staff again, prompting her to let go in a panic and return to her training with renewed determination.

Continuing down the line, El checked on Frey, the seventh child, who swung twin axes with raw power, sending waves crashing onto the shore. Despite lacking the sharp intelligence of some of his siblings, Frey's dedication to training made him a formidable fighter, which pleased El greatly.

Next came the eighth child—Ares.

At just six years old, he was already five meters tall. Fully focused, he swung a saber resembling Napoleon's great sword, producing loud cracks and stirring up astonishing gusts of wind. The waves on the sea ahead churned and crashed violently.

Although he wasn't as handsome as his fourth brother, Willie, he combined the best traits of El and Linlin. With his youthful face, delicate features, and resolute expression, he looked determined and sharp. He bore a striking resemblance to El in his prime—about seventy percent alike. Despite his age, he wasn't slacking; he trained with great diligence.

Finally, El approached the youngest pair—the five-year-old twins, Hyde and Athena. Wielding a spiked mace, Hyde looked rugged and imposing, while Athena, delicate and doll-like, trained blindfolded with a sword, her movements eerily precise.

"All right, that's enough for now," El announced after checking his watch. "Everyone except Eden can take a break. Have lunch, then we'll start Devil Fruit ability training."

"Yay!"

The children cheered, their serious expressions breaking into grins as they rushed toward El, celebrating their brief respite.

"No! Father, please!" Eden wailed, despair etched across her face. But she knew better than to disobey and returned to her training with regretful diligence.

Her siblings, meanwhile, teased her mercilessly.

"That's what you get for slacking, Eden!"

"Good luck, Eden-neechan!"

"Heh-heh!"

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