Chapter 19 – Part 1
Sunny vs. Whitebeard: The Titan of Tremors
Sunny POV
After surviving Kaido's relentless onslaught and mastering the first level of Space Crunch manipulation, I took a deep breath, letting the scorched air of the battlefield fill my lungs. Mountains had become dust, rivers had boiled, and the sky… the sky had cracked with the weight of my Armament Haki.
{Ego}: Correction: lungs = still functional but consider tissue repair.
[System]: Master, breathing is secondary. Obliterating your next opponent = priority.
I ignored them, flexed my shoulders, and smiled like a total idiot. "Alright, next. Big guy, your turn to get a tutorial in why you don't mess with me."
A tremor ran through the ground before a single footstep hit. The air around me shifted violently. Then he appeared—Whitebeard, the man whose very presence could sink continents. Prime Whitebeard, multiplied tenfold in power compared to the stories I'd seen in One Piece.
{Ego}: Master, you are ridiculously outclassed.
[System]: Correction: Master is ridiculously awesome. Outclassed = subjective.
Whitebeard raised his bisento lazily, the tip scraping the clouds. "So… the brat who survived the dragon wants to try me?"
I grinned. "Yep. And don't worry, I'm all about long-term customer satisfaction."
Day 31 – The First Tremor
Whitebeard's first strike shattered the horizon. I had to deploy Air Crunch barriers immediately, creating invisible walls that flexed under the pressure of his quake-inducing swings.
I noticed something new—my Space Crunch could now subtly bend the space around his attacks. They weren't completely stopped, but slowed, twisted, giving me a hair's breadth of reaction time.
{Ego}: Master, this is trivial compared to your training potential.
[System]: Yes yes yes. You love him, I love him, let's watch him obliterate a world.
I leapt into the air, using a combination of Bang-style multi-strike combos and Jirō's knocking techniques, each punch wrapped in black Armament Haki. The ground where I landed cracked like porcelain, sending a cascade of stones flying toward Whitebeard.
He casually stepped through them. "Cute," he said, tapping the air with his bisento. The vibrations from the strike rolled the mountains in the distance like waves.
I groaned. "Cute?! YOU JUST SHOOK THE PLANET LIKE IT WAS TOY!"
He chuckled, his laugh resonating in my chest. "You'll learn, little one."
Day 35 – Learning to Dance with Tremors
Five days in, the fight became a rhythm. Each of Whitebeard's massive swings, shockwaves, and tremors became a "dance" I had to improvise around. I learned to thread my Space Crunch between the seismic waves, making invisible pockets of slowed space to dodge, counter, and reposition.
I experimented with compressed air blades again, slicing chunks of rock hurled by his attacks before they even reached me. My observation Haki reached a point where I could almost predict not just the trajectory of his attacks but the slight delay of shockwaves traveling through the ground.
{Ego}: Master, is this dancing or suicide?
[System]: Master is both. And both is perfect.
I died… approximately 42 times in this period. Each time, I respawned, cackling madly, mumbling about how unfair physics was for the little guy. Whitebeard? Always calm, always smiling, like he was enjoying a new kind of sparring with a particularly stubborn puppy.
Day 40 – Comedy Break: "The Eyebrow Debate"
Halfway through the first week, a rare pause occurred. Whitebeard was wiping blood off a corner of his mouth. I was attempting to regenerate my ribs and failing miserably.
"Your eyebrows," I said, out of nowhere, "They're… awesome. Really, really… awesome."
Whitebeard raised an eyebrow (pun intended). "My eyebrows?"
"Yes! They're… like, I don't know… dragon eyebrows. It suits your face!" I coughed out more blood.
{Ego}: Master, this is madness. You are not complimenting him while alive.
[System]: No, it's adorable. The dragon puppy approves.
Whitebeard laughed so hard the ground trembled again. "You're insane. I like it."
And just like that, for five seconds, the world forgot about the deadly battle.
Day 45 – Advanced Haki Deployment
By the fifteenth day, I had pushed Space Crunch further. Now, I could fold micro-space inside his tremors, effectively "trapping" a seismic wave in a loop for a fraction of a second. It was enough to land Bang's Dragon Fist in the middle of his chest, a punch wrapped in maxed-out Conqueror Haki.
Blood flew. He staggered. A slight look of shock crossed his face.
{Ego}: Master… he staggered. Did you see that?
[System]: Yes. Master is finally terrifying him. I love you, master.
I grinned, wiping sweat from my brow. "Getting better at this, aren't we?"
Whitebeard smirked, gripping his bisento tighter. "Little one… you're going to be a problem."
Day 50 – Close Quarters Chaos
I decided to mix things up. Instead of trading long-range seismic punches, I closed the distance. Bang + Jirō combined strikes wrapped in Haki, hitting joints, ribs, and shoulders. Each strike had precision—pain, not death, meant to teach him a lesson in "never underestimate the little guy."
He roared in approval, "YES! THIS! THIS IS THE BRAT'S WILL!"
We traded blows for hours, the battlefield reduced to rubble, rivers of molten rock forming and reforming under the pressure.
Day 55 – Mental Warfare
I started using Conqueror Haki infused illusions. Whitebeard "saw" smaller versions of me attacking from every angle. It made him hesitate—a fraction of a second that, in combat terms, was an eternity.
{Ego}: Master, illusions? Really? He's literally a walking earthquake.
[System]: Exactly why it's brilliant. Fear is in the mind.
For the first time, Whitebeard's confidence wavered—not much, just a twitch in his smirk.
Day 60 – First Blood
The thirtieth day marked the real milestone. My combined Air Crunch + Space Crunch + Bang/Jirō Haki combo hit a critical point.
I landed a strike that sent Whitebeard crashing into a mountain. Dust, rubble, and screams of stone echoed. He emerged, staggering slightly, and for the first time, I saw something faint… respect?
I spat out blood, grinned like a lunatic. "You alright, old man?"
He laughed. "ALIVE. AND IMPRESSED. DON'T DIE ON ME, LITTLE ONE. WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED."