The sun was setting over the Grand Line, casting a molten gold trail across the sea. Wind roared in fierce gusts, tugging at the sails of a large, weather-beaten ship. Blood stained the deck. Screams echoed. The stench of piss, vomit, and burned flesh hung heavy in the air.
Adam D. Vane, twelve years old yet already 3 meters tall and already a legend in the making, stood on the edge of the carnage
His boots crushed a man's face underfoot. His monstrous sword—[Butcher]—dripped with gore, pulsing faintly, its metal whispering in tongues of agony.
This was the aftermath.
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Earlier That Week – Open Sea
A lone small boat drifted over the waves. A boy, tall for his age—already towering at nearly 4 meters—grinned as he grilled pieces of Sea King meat over open flame.
"Four days alone," Adam muttered, chewing casually. "No storms, no pirates. Kinda boring. Guess even the sea is scared of me."
His crimson eyes glinted. His voice, though young, carried a chill that made the wind hesitate.
In his mind, he reflected.
> "This world is cruel. But so was mine. I ain't here to play nice. If the Celestial Dragons think they own the sea, they're wrong."
The system chimed.
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[SYSTEM PANEL OPENED]
[Adam D. Vane - Age: 12]
Title: The Elegant Butcher
Race: Human (Modified by Incubus Fruit - Mythical Zoan)
Devil Fruit: Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Incubus (Eaten at Age 3)
Body Type: Transcendent Physique (Tempered by Incubus Bloodline)
Height: 3.8 meters (still growing)
Strength: S+
Speed: S
Endurance: S+
Swordsmanship: A+
Combat Instinct: S
Haki:
Observation Haki: Advanced (Can sense bloodlust, souls, emotions)
Armament Haki: Advanced (Haki-infused flesh, can harden entire body)
Conqueror's Haki: Awakened (Passive aura causes weaker enemies to faint)
Special Abilities:
Incubus Charm Aura (suppressed by will)
Dreamwalking (partial awakening)
Regeneration via Lust/Soul Energy
Blood Devour (Butcher-exclusive: Infuses blood into blade)
Soul Echoes (Hears souls of those he's killed)
Inventory:
[Butcher]: Monstrous sword forged from unknown metal, evolves with kills.
> Passive Skill: Agony Multiplier x10
Active Skill: Crimson Cry (Emits soul-wounding shriek)
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Now – Slave Ship Deck, Minutes Earlier
Adam had sensed it from miles away—the smell of blood. Pain. Despair.
Slavers.
He landed on the ship in a silent flash of black lightning. The pirates—thirty strong—laughed as they kicked over crying women and mocked chained kids.
One woman had both arms broken. Another lay naked, blood seeping down her thighs. A little boy was hanged upside down like meat.
The moment Adam saw that…
A dark red Haki burst from his body like a hurricane.
"...Monsters," Adam said.
Pirates dropped to their knees. The weak fainted, foam leaking from their mouths.
"WHO THE FUCK—?!"
A captain, bloated belly and tattoos of skulls, stepped forward.
"I'm Captain Slagg. You think you scare me, brat?!"
Adam didn't speak.
[Butcher] howled.
Slagg swung a mace. Adam ducked. Moved like smoke. His sword slid through Slagg's wrist—clean.
"AUGH! WHAT THE F—"
Adam spun. [Butcher] carved up his legs. Slagg dropped, screaming.
Adam knelt, looked him in the eye.
"Ever feel your soul scream?"
He stabbed [Butcher] through Slagg's stomach.
> [Active Skill: Crimson Cry]
The blade screamed. So did Slagg. So did every soul within the weapon.
Slagg's eyes exploded. Blood burst from his ears. He writhed… then stopped.
The pirates panicked. Tried to flee.
Adam was already among them.
A sword through the groin. One sliced in half. Another had his mouth carved open ear to ear.
One leapt to attack from behind—Adam ducked and drove his blade upward through the pirate's ribcage, splitting the man like meat.
Ten more dead.
Adam's sword drank blood. His armament Haki flared black. Soul wails echoed with each swing.
"W-we surrender!" one cried.
"No," Adam replied.
His Observation Haki flared. He knew they'd tortured children below deck. Killed mothers. Used women for fun.
He slaughtered them.
Bodies dropped.
By the end, the ship looked like a hellish butcher shop.
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Below Deck – Slave Hold
Adam kicked open the door.
Chained girls flinched. One had bite marks. One wept, hugging her sister.
And there…
Three girls.
Boa Hancock, age 12. Her sisters: Marigold and Sandersonia.
Eyes wide with terror, Hancock crawled back. "P-please... don't hurt us."
Adam knelt. His Haki vanished. His eyes softened.
"I'm not like them."
She stared at him. "Who are you?"
He smiled faintly.
"...The one who butchers monsters."
He shattered their chains with a thought. Armament Haki crackled.
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Later That Night – On the Now-Silent Ship
Adam wrapped wounds. Cooked food. Wrapped the girls in warm blankets.
Hancock sat beside him, still silent.
"You killed them all," she finally said.
"Yeah."
"They were... bad men."
"Yep."
"Thank you," she whispered.
Adam stood. Looked to the moon.
"I'm heading to Mary Geoise next. One day. Just to say hello to the Celestial Dragons."
Hancock's eyes widened. "That's suicide."
Adam grinned.
"Only if I bleed."
And right now…
Not a drop of his blood had fallen.
From a distant cliff, two massive figures watched him.
Karlos D. Vane, 6 meters tall, leaned against a boulder, arms crossed. "He's ready."
Meredith D. Vane, 4.5 meters tall, eyes shimmering with motherly pride, smiled softly. "He made the world bleed for them."