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"What are you talking about old man, 'real name'?" Ace shot back, a flicker of his old defensiveness returning. He had just gone through a internal struggle to accept his heritage, and now this old man was telling him there was another layer to the lie. "My mother was Portgas D. Rouge. The man you sailed with was Gol D. Roger. If you're trying to get me to use his last name, forget it. I chose my mother's. It feels right. But I'm done running from who I am... so I don't mind if the world calls me Gol D. Ace, either. What other name is there?"
Rayleigh just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that was more nostalgic than amused. "So, Garp really didn't tell you, hmm?" He looked out at the brutal, island around them, "Well, that's a story for another time. You're not ready for that truth yet."
He turned back to Ace, his expression becoming sharp and focused, the friendly old man vanishing to be replaced by the Dark King. "Before you can learn your father's true name, you must first understand his power. And for that, you are an utter amateur."
The question was left hanging in the air, a new mystery planted in Ace's soul. And with that, his training began.
The island of Rusukaina was a relentless, brutal teacher. For six months, it was Ace's forge, his prison, and his sanctuary. Under the watchful eye of Silvers Rayleigh, he was systematically broken down and rebuilt, every fiber of his being tested to its absolute limit.
The first three months were a humbling hell. His raw power meant nothing here. Rayleigh was not a trainer; he was a master craftsman, and Ace was a flawed masterpiece he intended to restore.
"Your Haki is a volcano," Rayleigh said one sweltering afternoon, after Ace had accidentally flattened half a forest trying to knock out a single giant ape. "It's impressive from a distance, but utterly useless for anything that requires a delicate touch. You fight like a king who shouts all his orders. A true master only needs to say a word."
His swordsmanship was even worse. The sword, the legacy of the man he'd spent his life hating, felt like a block of lead in his hand. Every swing was clumsy, every parry a desperate struggle.
"You resented the blade," Rayleigh stated, disarming him for the hundredth time with an effortless flick of the wrist. "And so, the blade resents you. It is a part of your soul, Ace. To hate it is to hate yourself."
The breakthrough came, as it often did, because of Luffy. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Ace watched his brother. Luffy, having finally mastered the basics of Armament Haki, was trying to punch a giant, iron-hard boulder. He failed, again and again, his small fists bouncing off the unyielding rock. But he wasn't angry. He wasn't frustrated. He was laughing.
"Shishishi! This rock is so strong!" Luffy yelled, winding up for another punch. "This is fun!"
In that moment, Ace understood. Roger, Luffy... they didn't conquer the world with rage. They embraced it with joy. They found fun in the struggle, laughter in the challenge. His own struggle wasn't against Rayleigh or the beasts of the island; it was against the bitterness in his own heart.
He walked to a secluded spot, drew the sword, and for the first time, he didn't try to command it. He simply held it, he focused on his love for Luffy, for Pops, for his crew. He thought of the joy he felt when he was free on the open sea.
A faint, warm, golden light began to glow from the blade.
Rayleigh appeared beside him, a proud, knowing smile on his face. "So, you've finally opened the door." He gently took the sword from Ace. "Your father left this with me before he turned himself in. He told me, 'If my child is worthy, give them this.' Its name is 'Ace'."
The words struck Ace with the force of a physical blow. He stared at the glowing blade, his blade, a gift from a father he had never seen. The last chains of his resentment shattered.
The final three months were an ascent. With his internal conflict resolved, his growth was exponential. He was no longer a volcano; he was the sun, his power controlled, focused, and blindingly bright.
He developed new techniques, his mind a fusion of two worlds knowledge. He created Phoenix like Wings, two massive constructs of pure, blue-white plasma that erupted from his back, granting him high-speed flight and incredible maneuverability. He perfected the Mini Sun, a technique where he would condense an immense amount of fire into a small, gravitational sphere in his palm, a tiny star with catastrophic destructive power.
His greatest breakthrough was with his Devil Fruit itself. By pushing his will not just into his flames, but into the very concept of heat, he achieved the first stage of Awakening. He could now produce blue and white flames, plasma so hot it could vaporize steel in an instant, a power that made Akainu's magma look like a child's toy. It was wildly unstable and drained his stamina at a terrifying rate, but it was a weapon that could change the world.
On the final day of his training, Rayleigh led him to the highest peak on the island.
"I have taught you control. I have taught you to accept yourself," the Dark King said. "Now, I will teach you the technique that made your father the Pirate King."
He stood before a massive rock formation, the size of a warship. "This is not about fire, or Haki alone. It is about harmony. The will of a conqueror, focused through the blade of a king."
Rayleigh demonstrated the stance, the flow of power. Ace mirrored him, his father's sword feeling like an extension of his own arm. He poured his will, his joy, his entire being into the blade. The sword erupted in a torrent of golden and black lightning.
"Now," Rayleigh commanded. "Release it. Divine Departure!"
Ace swung.
A wave of pure, condensed Haki, crescent-shaped and crackling with a king's power, shot from the blade. It did not explode. It simply passed through. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a deep groan, the entire mountain peak behind the rock formation was sheared clean off, sliding into the valley below with a deafening roar. The rock they had been aiming for was untouched.
Ace stared, panting. He had missed.
"No," Rayleigh said, a wide, awestruck grin on his face. "You didn't miss. You surpassed the target. You magnificent fool, you cut the sky."
The six months were over. Ace stood on the beach, a changed man. He was calm, confident, his power a quiet, humming furnace beneath his skin. He said his goodbyes to Luffy and Jinbe, promising to meet them again in one and a half years.
"You are ready," Rayleigh said, his voice filled with a profound, almost paternal pride. "Go. Your family is waiting."
Ace just grinned, a flash of his father's impossible freedom in his eyes. He turned to the sea, his Phoenix Wings igniting with a silent, brilliant flare. With a sound like a contained explosion, he shot into the sky, a golden comet streaking across the horizon. He was no longer just Fire Fist Ace. He was a king now, and a proper one, finally heading home.
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So those who will be asking about what his father true name will be.....wait for garp entry, as he will reveal that.
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