Vice-captain of Whitebeard pirates

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The sea that was calm one second suddenly stirred up wild waves the next!

Huge waves rolled up on the sea and pounced on the navy warship like a giant beast, threatening to engulf it.

Click, click!

Cracks spread across the warship in an instant, and before long, it was completely compromised.

At that moment, under the massive waves on either side, the warship appeared like a lonely boat, seeming pitifully small.

Gura Gura no Mi!

This was the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!

Observing the scene before him, the immense waves in Garp's heart felt even larger than the physical waves approaching. The sight was genuinely shocking to him.

He knew Whitebeard wielded the power of the Tremor Fruit, but he never expected that Larson could also utilize its abilities!

One fruit used by two people? What was going on?

But at that moment, Garp relinquished control of the situation. The towering waves on either side could easily capsize the naval warship. Without the ship, the naval soldiers on board would only find themselves at the mercy of the sea.

Understanding the peril, Garp shouted, "Everyone jump off the ship immediately and get to the warship behind!"

The navy jumped off one after another, swimming towards the naval vessel behind them.

Larson considered stopping them, but he held back.

There was nothing he could do; he hadn't controlled the intensity of the Tremor Fruit's ability properly during its first use, which had placed their pirate ship squarely within the range of the waves.

As he watched the massive waves loom overhead, Whitebeard, standing on the pirate ship, lifted his naginata. A white halo gathered at the tip of the weapon, and with powerful force, he struck at the towering wave!

"Boom!"

The great wave exploded apart, sending seawater raining down like a torrential downpour.

Whitebeard effortlessly neutralized the oncoming threat.

The golden energy from his sword slashed horizontally, cutting through another wave and mitigating its impact.

Larson landed back on the pirate ship, casting an embarrassed glance at Whitebeard. "I didn't expect your Tremor Fruit to be this powerful. I almost messed it up."

Whitebeard remained silent for two seconds. "Did you just use my ability?"

"Yeah."

Larson nodded. "I'll explain it all to you later."

With that, he moved to the front of the ship, focusing his gaze on Garp in the distance.

At that moment, Garp was also standing on the naval ship, his gaze locked onto Larson.

No words were exchanged as they watched each other for a few seconds. Garp finally turned to the naval soldiers beside him and instructed, "Set the course; we need to take a detour and leave."

"Yes!"

Although the navy soldier responded affirmatively, his heart raced with shock.

Who is this?

The Naval Hero Garp!

The strongest navy officer who had just taken down the Rocks Pirates last year was now opting to avoid confrontation with two pirates. No one would believe it if told!

Garp had no choice but to make this decision. As a Navy officer, his duty was to apprehend all pirates.

But he wasn't a reckless fool. With the drastic difference in combat power between the sides, continuing the fight would only increase the casualties among the Navy.

At that moment, he was the only one present with real combat prowess. It was undoubtedly unwise to engage a being of Whitebeard's caliber. Moreover, with the earlier show of the Tremor Fruit's power, Larson had also instilled a palpable fear in him. As an act of caution, he could only order his men to retreat for the time being.

On the pirate ship, Larson watched, astonished, as the naval vessel began to pull away. "Garp actually ran away?"

"If he doesn't run, is he going to lead his men to their deaths?" Whitebeard said calmly.

Though he hadn't made any aggressive moves, Larson could sense a confidence emanating from Whitebeard, as if he believed he could have kept Garp from retreating if he hadn't left.

Larson was uncertain about whether Whitebeard could defeat Garp, but it was clear that even if there wasn't much difference in their strengths, Garp would not dare to provoke Whitebeard.

It was all due to the immense power of Whitebeard's fruit.

In the original storyline, he had only heard of Garp chasing Roger around the world, but he had never heard of anyone chasing Whitebeard.

Because, when you pursue Whitebeard, a massive tsunami could suddenly rise up in the process.

This is also why no one dares to interfere with Whitebeard, as he could appear at your base at any moment and wipe it out in an instant!

.....

They actually ran away!

The little pirate Gangplank hiding in the corner widened his eyes and stared in disbelief at the unfolding scene. As he watched the Navy warship receding into the distance, he felt that everything was simply surreal.

The Navy, which could bring fear to these little pirates, had backed off from two pirates. It was something he could never have imagined!

In an instant, an unusual feeling surged within him.

He looked at Larson's back with newfound reverence. It was only now that he truly understood what kind of people Larson and Whitebeard were.

These were two individuals capable of terrifying the Navy into retreat!

At that moment, he perceived a line dividing his future destiny, a path he must follow.

No matter what, he had to stay on this ship and remain with these two figures.

In that instant, Gangplank made a firm resolution. If he had been compelled to stay aboard out of fear before, now he was determined to prove himself worthy to remain on this ship!

Gangplank understood that his only saving grace was that he was still of use to Larson and Whitebeard. Although his role as navigator was somewhat unqualified, they had few options left.

However, this wouldn't last long. Once Larson and Whitebeard reached port and found someone more capable than him, he would be discarded.

If he wanted to remain with this pirate crew, he had to find a way to make himself valuable!

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"Larson, can you explain why you can use my ability after everything that just happened?"

With the navy warship finally departed, Whitebeard couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer.

Larson pointed at his eyes. "These are the abilities of my two eyes. The ability of my left eye allows me to copy someone else's ability and use it, while the ability of my right eye can deprive someone of their ability."

After awakening the Mangekyou, Larson's Sharingan had also gained two abilities, distinct from any seen in Naruto.

These abilities, which Larson called copying and deprivation, allowed him to copy a Devil Fruit ability he witnessed and use it once; the other ability could nullify someone's power for ten minutes, with a cooldown of one day afterward.

Regardless of the strength of the enemy, they would be rendered completely useless during that short timeframe. This was the terrifying ability of his two eyes!

Larson had no intention of keeping secrets from Whitebeard.

Whitebeard stared at him in astonishment. "What Devil Fruit did you eat? I've never heard of any fruit with such abilities!"

Larson smiled and replied, "This isn't a Devil Fruit. Strictly speaking, it's an ability stemming from my blood."

He was being truthful with Whitebeard. When the system granted Larson the Sharingan, it had also altered his bloodline, as his natural blood didn't possess the capacity to support the power of the Sharingan.

"Bloodline?"

Whitebeard looked Larson up and down, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "Can your bloodline be inherited?"

Larson thought for a moment. "I don't know; my father doesn't seem to share the abilities I have."

Whitebeard sighed with relief. Considering the strength Larson exhibited today, if his bloodline could be inherited, he couldn't fathom what the sea would become in a few decades!

It would be terrifying to think that anyone could wield the Sharingan, watching over anyone they found unfavorable!

Even Whitebeard struggled to envision that outcome.

Observing the expression on Whitebeard's face, Larson guessed what he was contemplating and chuckled softly. In truth, he had no knowledge of whether his bloodline possessed hereditary potential.

What he said about his father lacking the Sharingan's abilities was fabricated. As for whether his bloodline could be inherited, that could only be conclusively determined when he had descendants of his own.

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