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The week on Amazon Lily bled into one another, each day a mirror of the last. The sun would rise over the lush, emerald jungle, and Ace would begin his brutal training regimen. The island of women, a sanctuary for his family, had become his personal crucible. He pushed his body to its absolute limits, the burn in his muscles a welcome distraction from the silent ache in his heart.
He mastered his plasma thrusters, the initial clumsy rocketry evolving into a graceful, controlled flight that was a sight to behold. His swirling sphere of fire, the technique born from a half-remembered anime, was now a stable, terrifying weapon he could form in an instant. He was getting stronger, faster, more powerful. But with each new height his power reached, the weight of the world seemed to press down harder.
His nights were the worst. He would sit in the quiet infirmary, a silent guardian between two legends. He watched the slow, steady rhythm of his father's breathing, a man whose life now depended on machines. He would gently dab the sweat from his brother's brow, a boy lost in a coma, paying the price for his own reckless love.
The crumpled bounty poster, with its impossible number and its damning headline, was a constant presence in his mind. Gol D. Ace , Son of Roger. The words were a brand, a curse he had spent his entire life trying to outrun, and now they were plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the world.
He found himself standing on a secluded cliff edge one night, looking out at the calm, star-dusted sea. The rage he had always felt towards Roger, the burning, all-consuming hatred, was still there. But it was... different now. Weaker. Muted. The memories of his past life, of a world where Gol D. Roger was a legendary fictional character, a symbol of ultimate freedom, had irrevocably changed his perspective.
Why did I hate him so much? The question, once unthinkable, now surfaced with a startling clarity. Because the world told me to. Because every person who ever looked at me with fear or disgust was seeing his Shadow in me.
Ace felt that Roger had selfishly brought him into a world that hated him simply for being his son, a world where his very existence was considered a crime. This hatred stemmed from the constant vilification of Roger by society, the loss of his mother who died protecting him, and the profound sense of abandonment, as Roger was executed before Ace was born and never provided any support. Ace rejected his father's name, choosing to use his mother's surname, Portgas D. Rouge, to distance himself from the burden of his lineage.
Ace's resentment was primarily directed at the identity forced upon him by Roger's reputation, which made him a target of hatred and suffering throughout his life.
He felt that Roger had no right to bring him into a world that wanted him dead, viewing his father as selfish for creating a child who would inevitably suffer because of his father's actions.
He thought of the family he had, of the love Whitebeard had given him freely, a love that asked for nothing in return. That was real. That was his truth. But he also thought of the power simmering in his veins. The king-like potential in his Haki, the sheer indomitable will that given him strength to shattered a Sea-Prism Stone. That was real, too. And it was Roger's legacy.
"To deny him," he whispered to the wind, the realization hitting him with the force of a physical blow, "is to deny half of myself. To deny the very power I need to protect them."
He was not just Ace, the hot-headed pirate. He was a fusion of two souls. He was the man who understood the weight of his father's , and he was the man who understood the freedom his father represented. He could be both. His identity wasn't defined by his blood. It was defined by his choices. And he had chosen Whitebeard. He had chosen Luffy. Accepting the truth of his birth didn't betray that choice. It empowered it.
It was in that moment of profound, quiet acceptance that a Kuja warrior found him, her face flushed with excitement.
"Fire Fist-sama!" she said, bowing deeply. "He is awake! Your brother is awake!"
Ace's heart hammered against his ribs. He didn't fly. He ran. He burst into the infirmary to see Luffy sitting up in his bed, looking thin and pale, but with a familiar, bewildered look in his eyes. Jinbe and Marco were at his side.
"Ace?" Luffy's voice was a weak, scratchy thing, but it was the most beautiful sound Ace had ever heard.
"I'm here, Luffy," Ace said, a massive, genuine grin spreading across his face, the first he'd had in weeks. He walked over and roughly ruffled his brother's hair. "About time you stopped lazing around. I was getting bored."
"Shishishi," Luffy laughed, a weak but familiar sound. "I was hungry." He looked around, his eyes finally focusing. "We... we won?"
"Yeah, little brother," Ace said, his voice soft. "We won."
Later, after the kuja doctors had checked him over and he had devoured a mountain of food that left the Kuja chefs in a state of shock, the two brothers stood on that same cliffside, looking out at the sea.
Luffy was quiet for a long time, the usual boundless energy replaced by a new, somber maturity. "I was so weak," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't do anything. You... Oldman... you all had to save me."
"We're family," Ace replied simply. "That's what we do." He looked at his brother, at the quiet strength that was beginning to shine through the pain. It was time. "Luffy. The whole world knows now. About my father."
Luffy just looked at him, his expression unwavering. "You're my brother. That's all that matters to me."
"I know," Ace said, and the warmth in his chest was a supernova. "And Pops is my father. He's the one who gave me a home, a name, a family. That will never, ever change." He took a deep breath, the sea air filling his lungs. "But I'm done running, Luffy. I spent my whole life hating a ghost, rejecting the blood in my own veins. It was stupid. It made me weak."
He turned to face his brother, his eyes burning with a new, absolute conviction that sent a shiver down Luffy's spine. It was a power he had never seen in his brother before, a kingly aura that was utterly calm and unshakable.
"So from now on, let them say what they want. Let them tremble."
He looked out at the horizon, at the endless sea that his two fathers had conquered in their own ways.
"I am Portgas D. Ace. Son of the Strongest man to ever sail these seas, the Strongest Man Alive, Edward Newgate."
He paused, a slow, dangerous, and utterly confident grin spreading across his face.
"And I am the son of the man who conquered them all, the King of the Pirates, Gol D. Roger. I'm not hiding from it anymore. I'm going to surpass them both.
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