Naito
Author: Magic Conch Girl
Synopsis:
Many years later, when the Dream World and the reality overlapped, people could not help recalling the day Naito burst onto the scene. Back then, everyone thought a new hero was born, but until long afterward did they realize Naito was not a hero; he was a god who stepped up to the high heavens along the long stairs of ascension.
Transported into the Pirate World, Naito acquired an ability called the Dream-Dream Fruit. At first, he simply wanted everyone to have a good dream and, by the way, to reforge the glory of the Paramecia, but before he knew it, people had already started calling him a god.
"It's over, now even the Dream-Dream Fruit has become a Mythical Zoan."
Everything began when Naito was still a young Marine.
(This book is also known as: I perform the Infinite Tsukuyomi in the Pirate World.)
Main Text
Chapter 1: Naito
Sea Circle Calendar year 1532.
A certain sea area in the New World.
A sizable Marine warship spanned the ocean.
On the deck, a pitch-black fist and a pitch-black naginata collided fiercely, and bolts of pitch-black Haki lightning kept leaping.
"Boom!"
The violent roar resounded through the clouds.
Air pressure waves diffused, the sails instantly bulged from the blast, and the masts were nearly broken in half.
The entire ship shook violently, and the sailors wearing sailor uniforms could not even stand steady.
The two figures suddenly separated, each flying back at high speed.
The one holding the naginata was a man with a somewhat bizarre build, his upper body exaggeratedly muscular, yet his two legs as thin as bamboo poles below, and he had a white mustache like a crescent moon on his upper lip.
He smiled foolishly, the blade of the naginata in his hand reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, "Ma! As long as we take out these guys, Pops will know about me, right!"
Standing on the man's shoulders was a tiny old woman, wearing thick red lipstick, sunglasses, and leaning on a cane, short in stature and covered in wrinkles.
This witch-like old woman chattered with a shrill laugh at that moment, "That's right, that's right! Weevil, as long as you take out that bastard Zephyr, not just your Pops, the whole world will know your name!!"
"Everyone fall back!"
A burly old man wearing a Justice Coat, a purple suit, soft purple hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses spoke with a cold and stern voice, "This is not an opponent you should be facing right now!"
Behind him, the Marine recruits undergoing their final graduation assessment wore varied expressions; some panicked, while others were full of worry.
"Instructor Zephyr!"
A female Marine with beautiful medium-length blue hair clenched her teeth, "We can also fight-"
"Ain, that's an order!"
The Marine Headquarters Chief Instructor, former Admiral, and Black Arm Zephyr had pitch-black fists, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses staring fixedly at the man before him who looked no different from an idiot, "Now, protect yourselves!"
Putting aside that old woman for a moment, the strength of this man who claimed to be Whitebeard's son was definitely extraordinary! Though his Haki could not be considered strong, that monstrous strength truly had a bit of Whitebeard's style to it!
Just what kind of people were this mother and son?
How could they be so audacious as to come and attack the recruit ship he led?
Above Zephyr's pitch-black fists, the churning Haki transformed into streams of fine, pitch-black electric arcs that crackled.
"Heh, Zephyr, your spirit isn't bad!"
The old woman propped herself on her walking stick, her scarlet lips pulled high, tugging a cunning smile, "Weevil, this old thing isn't that easy to deal with! Take care of those brats first!"
"Okay! Ma!"
The man named Weevil responded foolishly and loudly, his robust body turning almost into the wind at that moment as he lunged straight toward the recruits gathered together.
"Damn you!!"
Veins bulged almost on Zephyr's forehead.
This was precisely what he feared most!
Although the strength of this pirate named Weevil was extraordinary, Zephyr certainly wouldn't fear him.
However, there were hundreds of children on the ship!
Wanting to defeat this guy on the premise that they wouldn't get hurt-
"Weevil! Stop!"
An aged voice rang out abruptly.
Weevil, who had been charging like the wind, abruptly halted his steps, the high-raised naginata freezing in mid-air.
He stared blankly ahead, snot flowing from his nostrils and dampening his mustache.
"Eh!!!"
His eyeballs almost flew out of his sockets, and he screamed in disbelief, "There's another Ma!!"
An old woman had appeared on the deck ahead at some unknown time, an old woman identical to the Ma on his shoulder!
And not just one!
One old woman after another appeared out of thin air, coming from every direction.
"Weevil!"
They all called Weevil's name in unison and rushed toward the mother and son.
Zephyr's eyes widened slightly, then the corners of his mouth instantly turned up—his body suddenly vanished!
The blue-haired female soldier Ain cried out joyfully, "It's Naito! Has he finally woken up?"
"What on earth is going on?"
On Weevil's shoulder, the old woman, former Rocks Pirates officer Buckingham Stussy, stared in shock at the versions of herself flying toward her from every direction. She couldn't see anything else—not the Marines or the ships. All she could see was herself rushing toward her.
An illusion?
This well-traveled pirate immediately understood. "A Devil Fruit user?"
Most things in this world that defied common sense could be explained by someone's ability!
"Whoa! So many moms!!"
Weevil kept turning his head to look around. He spun it so fast that his eyes even started to go unfocused, and he grew dizzy.
"Weevil! Watch out!"
Buckingham Stussy cried out.
Although she couldn't see it, her Observation Haki had detected the incoming attack!
The problem was that her idiot son hadn't reacted at all!
"Huh?"
With his brain completely overloaded, Weevil only had time to raise his right arm on instinct and cover it with Armament Haki to defend himself.
As if appearing from nowhere, Zephyr materialized out of thin air and slammed his pitch-black iron fist into Weevil's right arm.
With a chilling crack, Weevil's hastily raised arm was smashed and broken. He screamed as he was sent flying, tumbling through the air several times before landing in a heap.
Having landed a successful first blow, Zephyr didn't hesitate. He kicked off the air and pursued Weevil like a cannonball.
"Well done, Naito! Leave the old woman to you!"
Buckingham Stussy, standing on Weevil's shoulder, instantly lost her foothold when Weevil was knocked away and was flung backward through the air, helpless.
"This is bad!"
The vicious old woman was sweating buckets.
"Making me bully an old person, huh? Honestly, this sort of thing... I love it most."
A very young voice spoke, slow and drowsy.
Along with it came the sharp whistle of wind!
The air suddenly split apart. An invisible attack was already upon her!
What kind of ability was this?
Illusions and invisibility?
But now wasn't the time to think about that. Buckingham Stussy gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on her cane.
"Don't underestimate me, brat! I was an officer of the Rocks Pirates back in the day-"
Bang.
A burst of air exploded. Buckingham Stussy's already wrinkled face suddenly contorted as the invisible attack smashed the bridge of her nose inward. Blood sprayed, teeth flew, and her entire face was instantly left a bloody mess.
Buckingham Stussy's mind went blank.
What was going on? An attack had appeared out of nowhere?
What kind of ability was this?
Then the blow that had split the air finally landed.
"Tempest Kick!"
An invisible battle-ax struck Buckingham Stussy in the waist, which had already taken a heavy blow. The old woman, whose name had once resounded across the seas decades ago but who was now frail with age, was cleaved in half at the waist.
"Waaah!!"
Buckingham Stussy let out a shrill scream.
Although this blow was much weaker than the previous one, she hadn't had time to defend herself at all. Her waist was nearly kicked in two!
No, she couldn't let herself be captured just like this. Otherwise, Weevil-
Thinking this, Buckingham Stussy, who was sixty-seven this year and undeniably elderly, struggled to stay conscious.
But a powerful drowsiness swept over her. Already gravely injured, she had no strength to resist, and her consciousness plunged into darkness.
Whoosh!
The old woman fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the deck of the sturdy warship.
The deck caved in under the impact, cracks splitting across it. Then the old woman bounced back up like a ball.
A long, slender hand with prominent knuckles grabbed Buckingham by the head, forcibly stopping her.
A young man who looked seventeen or eighteen emerged from thin air, holding Buckingham as he drifted lightly down onto the deck.
He wore a standard sailor uniform, his neckerchief a little messy. He was tall and slender, nearly two meters tall.
His black hair was naturally curly, soft, and tousled slightly by the wind. His skin was so fair he hardly looked like a sailor exposed to the wind and rain at sea. With red lips and white teeth, he was a very handsome young man.