Boarding the Whitebeard Pirates, A New Journey

"Who is that kid? Don't tell me he's here to assassinate Pops," Marco chuckled, then smacked him hard on the head. "Idiot, who would bring such a large package if they were assassinating someone?" Wyper said angrily. Wyper, with his blue hair, was very young at this time.

"See, he's here," Vista said with a smile from the side. Teach stopped in front of Whitebeard, and just standing there exuded immense pressure.

"Kid, what do you want?" Whitebeard asked, looking at Teach.

"Let me join your crew, Pops," Teach said with a smile. "Huh!" Everyone fell silent, as if petrified. "He hasn't even agreed yet, and Pops is already calling him." "How can this young man be so thick-skinned?"

Whitebeard stared into Teach's eyes. After a moment of silence, Teach didn't flinch under Whitebeard's gaze. After a while, Whitebeard burst into laughter, "Gurararara, if you want to join, then come aboard."

Teach breathed a sigh of relief, followed by immense excitement, his heart pounding. Before he could grow stronger, the Whitebeard Pirates were undoubtedly the safest place, and he could grow even better here.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates were very friendly towards their new comrade, introducing themselves one by one. Soon, Teach blended in with them.

Some went to gather supplies, while the remaining crew members played on the ship to pass the time. "Hey! Teach, you're a swordsman too, right? Let's spar!" Vista said, looking at Teach with eagerness. He had clearly noticed that Teach wore two swords at his waist and carried a sword on his back. His instincts as a swordsman told him they were no ordinary blades.

Just as Teach was about to agree, Wyper spoke up from the side, looking at Vista with a displeased expression. "Don't bully the new guy, Vista. Teach, this is a good chance for us to see your strength." Wyper said, then looked at Marco, who was playing cards nearby. "Marco, as an intern, this match is up to you. Don't disgrace us."

Marco was stunned. He hadn't provoked anyone, but he didn't refuse. He was still an intern, and he also wanted to see Teach's strength. For him to dare to join the Whitebeard Pirates and for Pops to agree, Teach's strength must be more than it appeared.

At this time, Wyper, who would later become the Ice Witch, was considered the big sister of the Whitebeard Pirates. Coupled with her beautiful appearance, she held great prestige within the crew.

Standing up, Marco said, "This is troublesome, but if that's the case, I won't hold back." He walked up to Teach. The surrounding pirates formed a large circle, leaving a spacious area for the fight. Teach and Marco stood in the center.

Teach smiled and drew two swords from his waist. "Likewise, I can't be underestimated either." His breathing rate changed continuously, and the air suddenly became hot. He pointed the two swords at Marco and charged.

Teach's swordsmanship foundation was very solid. His steps shifted constantly, and he slashed at Marco from a precise angle. Marco's speed was incredibly fast, and he retreated sharply. Under Teach's relentless assault, one slash followed another. As soon as he dodged one, another would come, leaving Marco no chance to counterattack.

"Hey! Marco, haven't you eaten?" "Fighting like this with a newcomer, you'll never get promoted from intern."

The surrounding members burst into laughter. Young Marco was still a bit weak, but his talent was strong, and he would grow quickly. However, Marco's true rise would come after he ate the Phoenix Fruit.

Some of the strong individuals watched with surprise. Marco was being suppressed by Teach's swordsmanship. Perhaps others hadn't noticed, but they could feel the waves of heat emanating from the air, which was consuming Marco's stamina at an extreme rate.

Marco's physique was relatively high, and his speed was very fast. Each time, he narrowly avoided Teach's swords. The onlookers could see clearly that if this continued, Marco would undoubtedly lose.

"This isn't good," Marco tilted his head to the side, dodging Teach's inferno. He glanced back, realizing he had little room left to retreat. "I have to counterattack, or I'll lose face and be ridiculed for a long time." Thinking this, Marco became serious, his speed suddenly increasing. He kicked out, striking Raijin in Teach's hand. Teach held it steady, but his body lost some balance. Marco seized the opportunity and appeared to Teach's right side. "Not good," Teach thought.

His body reacted, and as he turned to slash with his sword, Marco had already appeared in front of him and kicked him in the chest.

Teach's body flew back several meters, but he didn't fall. He plunged his sword into the ground to stabilize himself, taking no further action, but his mind was racing. He lacked combat experience, and Marco had easily exploited his weakness. Although Teach's basic swordsmanship was solid, and he had fought fierce beasts in the mountains, fighting against people was entirely different. It wasn't as effortless as using taijutsu.

But this was good too. With so many strong individuals on the ship, it was perfect for him to hone his swordsmanship. A scene flashed through his mind, and a smile appeared on Teach's face. He pulled his sword from the deck and sheathed the famed blade Raijin. Compared to the two-sword style, Teach was more adept at the one-sword style. How could he master the two-sword style if he hadn't even mastered the one-sword style?

Teach's change was noticed by everyone. "He's good at the one-sword style?" And he was wielding the sword with one hand. He hadn't fully mastered the two-sword style yet.

There were many swordsmen on the ship, including renowned two-sword style users like Kozuki Oden and the Flower Swordsman Vista. Teach, wielding his sword with one hand, was clearly in a different, more fluid state.

"Haha, come again! I'm going to get serious now, don't die." The air temperature rose, much higher than before. Teach's hand turned bright red, flames engulfing the blade as he charged at Marco.

Was this a monster? The flames reached all the way to the hilt, burning Teach's arm, yet he remained unfazed. His sleeve even burned to ashes from the flames.

This was undoubtedly a threat to Marco, and even the pirates watching from the sidelines had to take it seriously. No matter how strong their bodies were, they couldn't remain unfazed in the face of such intense heat, unless they were monsters like Kozuki Oden and Whitebeard.

Marco felt somewhat helpless. Why did he have to fight this monster? But he braced himself and went in.

The speed of the one-sword style wasn't as fast as the two-sword style, but each strike was more lethal. Marco had to be extremely vigilant.

The two fought for over ten minutes, neither able to gain the upper hand. "Gurararara, you brats are full of energy! This fight ends in a draw. We'll fight again next time."

Whitebeard spoke, and Teach immediately withdrew his hands, feeling somewhat exhausted both physically and mentally. However, the gazes of the surrounding crew members had clearly changed. It was evident that the previous battle had earned him their respect.

The Whitebeard Pirates didn't want to linger on this island. After collecting enough supplies, they were ready to depart. Shopping and moving things took only two hours. The crew members who had gone out returned one after another. The Moby Dick was about to set sail. Teach stood on the deck, leaning against the railing, looking at the familiar town where he had lived for twelve years. The port was sparsely populated, mostly scared away by the Whitebeard Pirates. These were top pirates of the New World; how could they not inspire fear?

Suddenly, Teach felt a familiar gaze. Following his intuition, he turned his head and saw Monica and Mody in a corner of the town. "Goodbye, Teach! You must come back. I'll be waiting for you," Monica shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Their gazes met. Teach, with a joyous look, waved at them. "I'll definitely come back! Uncle Mody, take good care of Monica for me."

"You punk! If you're going to be useless, don't come back! How dare you make my daughter cry!" Mody shouted, clenching his fist.

"Hahahahaha!" The town grew smaller and smaller until the island was just a black dot in his vision. Only then did Teach withdraw his gaze.

He turned around, his pupils constricting, and his heart leaped. A large group of pirates had already surrounded him. They stood silently, staring at him motionlessly.

"You bastards, what are you doing? You almost scared me to death," Teach yelled. Even as someone who had lived two lives, he was startled by the scene.

But they paid him no mind. Marco, with a gossipy expression, said, "Teach, what did we just hear? 'Monica, I'll be waiting for you to come back.'"

The others also wore gossipy expressions, full of curiosity. "Teach, I heard you're only twelve, right? You're already making a move so soon? You have a girlfriend?"

Hearing their words, Teach was speechless at their nosiness. He crossed his arms, held his head high, and said with disdain, "So what? You bunch of single dogs, you can't envy this."

It was like a bolt from the blue. Everyone's heart was struck a heavy blow, and their mouths hung open. "Sin-single dogs."

Seeing their reaction, Teach smiled inwardly. Little brats, so what if I have a girlfriend?

From this point alone, he was already superior to most of them.

He smiled and said nothing, but they seemed to feel his contemptuous gaze, like an arrow piercing their hearts. Teach turned and walked away, ignoring the people behind him. Their moods turned sullen.

It was just a joke. Cultivation was the most important thing. He hadn't used his full strength in the previous fight, merely using basic swordsmanship in conjunction with the breathing techniques of Flame Style Swordsmanship.

Teach's true specialty was taijutsu, and Marco had been somewhat restrained by Teach's fierce attacks. More importantly, neither Teach nor Marco had any killing intent in their attacks.

Teach arrived at his room. It was a small room; most pirates preferred to sleep outside on the deck. His belongings were already neatly arranged, and Teach began his training. He wore heavy bracers on his limbs, which he had specially commissioned from the blacksmith. Each arm had two bracers, each weighing half a ton, and he also wore two anklets on each leg.

Teach's strength was now far beyond what it used to be, but with the bracers on, he had to exert immense power with every movement, and his stamina was depleted much faster.

He had started wearing these a month ago and was not yet fully accustomed to them, still needing some time to adapt.

Teach held a heavy sword in his hand, and with each swing, a faint sound of air being cut could be heard. Teach began his swordsmanship training. His breathing constantly changed, and his body began to grow hot. His slightly long hair floated up, lifted by static electricity, and sparks of light flickered across his body.

Teach didn't want to reveal his full strength. He knew he would eventually leave the Whitebeard Pirates. He wanted to recruit powerful allies, and he didn't want to spend over twenty years in the Whitebeard Pirates like in the original story. It was fine at first, but in the decade after becoming a Yonko, the environment within the Whitebeard Pirates had become too comfortable. It wasn't as competitive as the Beasts Pirates, nor did it constantly expand its power like the Big Mom Pirates. Even compared to the Red-Haired Pirates, while they had many members and sufficient mid-tier combatants, they lacked top-tier strength. After Whitebeard's death, only Marco struggled to hold things together.

Sensing the breath of nature, Observation Haki covered every corner of the room, constantly active. Although its range hadn't expanded further, his Observation Haki was always improving, developing at a more microscopic level.

That's right, it was Observation Haki. This could be considered Teach's only cheat. When he arrived in this world, two souls merged, causing his mental power to surge. Teach awakened Observation Haki as a result and possessed an extremely powerful talent for it. Over the past six years, to hone his Observation Haki, he kept it active and expanded its range. If Teach hadn't turned off his Observation Haki earlier, he wouldn't have been startled by them.

The sky gradually darkened, but Teach's movements did not stop. "Knock, knock, knock!" came a knocking sound from outside the door. "Teach, the feast is about to begin, come out quickly," Marco called from outside the door.

Teach heard him, stopped what he was doing, and chuckled, "Just a moment, I'll be right there."

Teach dipped a towel into a bucket full of water and wiped himself down. He changed into clean clothes and opened the door with a smile. Although it was night, the place was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the aroma of delicious food and the scent of alcohol.

A new journey was about to begin.