Sea Calendar 1508, East Sea.
The dim sky merged with the deep sea, and storms raged, stirring up monstrous waves on the abyssal surface, painting a scene of apocalyptic despair.
Amidst the thunderous, lightning-streaked clouds, Louis spread his pure white wings, igniting the flames behind him to propel himself at supersonic speeds.
Accompanied by a fiery wake akin to a twin-engine vector thrust, violent sonic booms echoed through the sky.
Neither the rampant storm nor the constantly intertwining flashes of lightning could dampen Louis's high spirits as he mimicked the Malzeno Dragon.
The wings and flames of the Lunarian race provided Louis with the basic conditions to imitate the Malzeno, making him endlessly delighted by it.
Coupled with a formidable defense far exceeding that of his kin, Louis could even perfectly replicate the Cute Star Flying Creation.
While flying at high speed, Louis looked down towards the direction obscured by the downpour, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Stronger than Akuldona, so Bal is in the New World sky?"
Within the extremely wide range of his Observation Haki, Louis detected an incredibly powerful Haki.
It was several times stronger than even the strongest among his kin, who were exceptionally skilled in both forms of Haki and astonishing with their dual-wielding. Therefore, Louis judged that this must be the New World, the latter half of the Grand Line.
"Best to avoid it." Louis began to change direction, gradually moving away from the powerful Haki detected by his Observation Haki.
Soon, Louis pierced straight through the storm that stretched to the horizon, hovering over a sun-drenched sea.
Gazing at the boundless azure sea before him, excitement flickered within Louis's heart.
Louis was born in this life on Bal, a Sky Island above the Grand Line. It was a mobile Sky Island where a branch of the Sky Islanders lived together with fugitive and reclusive Lunarians.
After being reborn into the world of One Piece, his mother named him Louis, and some elderly Lunarians also liked to call him Altus.
He was currently 10 years old, male, and fond of women.
He was a Paramecia-type Life-Life Fruit user.
Before his birth, Louis also had the system that all transmigrators are supposed to have. But upon hearing his name and the word "Bal," it immediately uninstalled and ran away.
It only left behind the Angel's Blood, which dyed Louis's skin, hair, and wings, and brought about a strange body structure, as well as a currently useless beginner's gift package.
Louis understood why the system ran away. Since it had pulled him out of the depths of endless grinding, he harbored no resentment towards its departure.
Moreover, Louis's own talent was astonishing. His tribesmen evaluated him as a natural monster, just like Charlotte Linlin, whom they had read about in the newspapers decades ago.
He awakened Observation Haki at birth, was invincible against all tribesmen under the age of ten by the age of three, awakened Conqueror's Haki at six, and beat a seventeen-year-old tribesgirl until she cried for two days. Even now, that tribesgirl avoided him.
Louis's Lunarian tribe was the same race as King the Conflagration. About thirty individuals lived on Bal. According to the elders of the tribe, besides them, there were about forty companions in the depths of the Calm Belt. They usually communicated via anti-eavesdropping Den Den Mushi, and some members would travel between the two groups every three years.
Both tribes shared a common iron rule: no one was allowed to leave their living area again, lest the situation of being hunted by the World Government decades ago recur.
As for Louis, due to his special circumstances, he was permitted to leave after communication between the two sides, heading to a group of people who had previously visited Bal to grow rapidly.
Louis himself was very different from the other Lunarians. His hair color was pale gold, his skin was like that of ordinary people, and the wings on his back were as white as snow.
These differences were attributed by the tribe to his mother being a local Sky Islander.
Combined with the Paramecia-type Life-Life Fruit obtained from the Sky Island along with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, as long as Louis extinguished the flames on his back, he could disguise himself as a user of the Mythical Zoan-type Human-Human Fruit, Angel form, who had been in a transformed state all along.
After a long while, Louis flapped his wings and ascended. He then took out a Vivre Card with the name "Mr. Momora" written on it and set sail again in the direction indicated.
Mr. Momora was a member of a group that had accidentally visited Bal decades ago. When they arrived at Bal, after some friendly physical exchanges, the Lunarian tribe grudgingly received them.
Eventually, the relationship between the two sides became truly friendly. The young man named Mr. Momora even left a Vivre Card, saying that he could be of assistance if needed.
Decades later, the tribe gave this Vivre Card to Louis, instructing him to contact suitable people through Mr. Momora for help with his growth.
Of course, this was just the tribe's unilateral idea. Louis intended to visit the person who had the deepest relationship with his kin and then seek out strong individuals for sparring.
Seeking guidance was merely an excuse Louis used to get his tribe's permission to leave.
Louis believed that no amount of teaching could compare to sparring with strong individuals in the New World.
Shortly after Louis departed, a three-masted sailing ship flying a Skull flag emerged from the storm.
A red-haired young man wearing a straw hat, with a bit of stubble on his face and a rapier at his waist, looked up. He gazed with interest at the clouds disturbed by the high-speed airflow in the sky above, and couldn't help but praise, "An impressive way of flying, the speed is rarely seen even in the depths of the New World."
"Shanks, what happened?" a childish female voice came from inside the ship.
The red-haired young man turned to look at the small head peeking out from the doorway, his expression softening, and he said dotingly, "Nothing, someone just flew over us."
Beside him, a young man with a slicked-back hairstyle walked out of the cabin, a toothpick in his mouth. He also looked up at the sky, thoughtfully remarking, "That direction... seems to be the kingdom where your former captain caused a big commotion, right?"
Hearing this, the red-haired young man fell into thought, his gaze deep, and his tone cold, "Yes, I wonder if that kingdom has calmed down."
"Let's go there on the way, to see an old friend from back then..."
In the clear sky, wisps of white clouds were blown by the cold wind. Louis moved at high speed amidst a sky full of fire, piercing through clouds and disturbing the atmosphere along the way.
Suddenly, a three-masted sailing ship cruising on the azure sea caught his attention.
The rather large sailing ship was painted in a blue-green livery. The upper deck was paved with sturdy wooden planks, tightly sealed without any gaps.
On the thick, massive masts, thick enough for several people to embrace, flew huge sails bearing a seagull emblem. Small black figures were distributed across the deck, working together to maneuver the ship.
"Navy warship..." From high in the sky, Louis slowly narrowed his eyes. After his Observation Haki sensed no danger, the thought of sinking the warship arose in his mind.
"Sink it!"
The next moment, Louis changed direction and plunged directly towards the warship at high speed. At the same time, he extended a chubby palm and drew a steel spear from his back.
As a Lunarian, he didn't need any reason to attack anyone on the World Government's side. If he could win, he'd attack.
The shadow of his near-extermination decades ago needed to be washed away with the blood of the Navy, CP agents, and the World Government!
Tripping up and striking the World Government was Louis's operating principle for navigating the seas!
The next moment, a terrifying sonic boom tore through the sea, and sky-high flames enveloped the massive warship.
"Cute Star Flying Creation!"
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