**Chapter 20: 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. The ground was a wasteland of craters and fissures, mountains reduced to rubble piles that smoked like dying volcanoes, rivers boiled into steam-filled valleys that hissed like angry serpents. The sky above was cracked, literal fractures in the aurora veil where my blue Haki had clashed with Kaido's raw power, sending ripples that distorted the horizon.
{Ego}: "Correction: Lungs = still functional, but consider tissue repair after inhaling that ash. You're not invincible yet, moron."
[System]: "Master Sunny, breathing is secondary. Obliterating your next opponent = priority. Vital signs: Optimal for combat. Adrenaline: Surging. You're radiant."
I ignored them, flexing my shoulders and cracking my knuckles, the blue glow of my Armament Haki flickering like sapphire flames along my skin. "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—not a quake, but a *scream*, the planet itself groaning under immense weight. The air around me shifted violently, pressure building like an invisible vice squeezing my chest. Then he appeared—Whitebeard, the man whose very presence could sink continents. Prime Whitebeard, at his absolute peak, multiplied tenfold in power compared to the legends I'd read in One Piece. His massive frame towered like a living mountain, his white mustache flowing like a banner in the wind, his bisento gleaming with an edge that could cleave islands. His aura was a tidal wave of dominance, Conqueror's Haki rolling off him in waves that made the ground tremble and the auroras above twist into knots.
{Ego}: "Master, you are ridiculously outclassed. His Haki output alone could flatten you like a pancake. Recommendation: Run. Or die creatively."
[System]: "Correction: Master Sunny is ridiculously awesome. Outclassed = subjective. I believe in you, Master—your void-blue glow will eclipse him."
I grinned, wiping residual blood from my lip. "Yep. And don't worry, I'm all about long-term customer satisfaction. Let's see how you handle a brat with tricks."
Whitebeard raised his bisento lazily, the tip scraping the clouds as if the sky itself bowed to him. "So… the brat who survived the dragon wants to try me?" His voice rumbled like an earthquake's prelude, deep and resonant, shaking the dust from the ground.
The first clash came without warning. Whitebeard tapped his bisento on the stone—a simple motion, but the quake it unleashed was cataclysmic. The ground splintered like glass, fissures racing toward me in a web of destruction. I deployed Air Crunch barriers immediately, hardening the atmosphere into invisible walls that flexed and groaned under the pressure of his seismic swings. The shockwaves hammered against them, blue cracks forming in my Haki constructs as the force threatened to shatter everything.
I leapt aside, but the aftershock caught me, hurling me into a boulder that exploded on impact. Pain lanced through my ribs, but I rolled to my feet, my eyes glowing with that dark blue void hue as I activated Space Crunch. The world around me warped slightly, the void folding like fabric pinched between fingers.
"Nice opener," I coughed, spitting dust. "But let's see how you like this!"
I charged, my fists coated in blue Armament Haki that shimmered like a void abyss, crackling with Conqueror's energy. Whitebeard swung his bisento in a wide arc, the air itself quaking. I twisted space around the strike, slowing it just enough to slip through, landing a Bang-style combo on his leg—precise Jiro knocking strikes aimed at nerve clusters.
He didn't budge. His leg felt like hitting a steel wall wrapped in thunder. He laughed, the sound booming. "Cute, brat. But cuteness won't save you."
His free hand clenched, and he punched the air—*Quake Punch*. The void shattered, shockwaves rippling out in a dome of destruction. I crossed my arms, blue Haki flaring, but the force slammed me back, my body skipping across the ground like a stone on water, carving a trench hundreds of meters long. Pain exploded—bones cracked, blood filled my mouth.
Darkness.
[System]: "Warning: Lethal damage. Respawning in 3… 2… 1."
I gasped awake in a new crater, the cycle starting over. "Damn… that hurt."
{Ego}: "Pathetic. You haven't even given me a reason to mock you properly yet. Get up and try not to die in five seconds this time."
As days passed by, the first week was pure torment, a blur of deaths and respawns that tested every limit I had. Whitebeard didn't even bother dodging—my techniques bounced off his scales like rain on a mountain. I died in ways that would've been comical if they weren't so painful: Flattened by a casual stomp that turned me into a pancake imprint in the stone, hurled into orbit only to burn on re-entry (respawn mid-fall was awkward), even choked by a quake that compressed the air around my neck like an invisible noose. Each time, I respawned with a laugh bubbling up through the pain. "Okay, note to self: Don't taunt the titan while he's drinking sake—he swings harder."
Whitebeard's laughter echoed after one particularly humiliating death, where his bisento clipped me mid-jump, sending me spiraling like a broken kite. "GUH-RA-RA-RA! YOU DIE FUNNIER THAN MOST, BRAT! COME ON, SHOW ME SOMETHING NEW!"
"Thanks for the review," I wheezed upon respawning, popping a dislocated shoulder back in. "I aim to entertain."
As more days blurred, on what felt like the tenth day, something shifted. My Observation Haki sharpened under the endless pressure of Whitebeard's monstrous aura—I began to "see" the trajectory of his bisento before it landed, feeling the displacement of air molecules like whispers on my skin. For the first time, I dodged clean, twisting my body with Bang's flow, the bisento whistling past my ear by inches, carving a canyon in the earth behind me.
Whitebeard's eyes widened briefly, then he grinned wider, his mustache twitching. "GOOD. DON'T DIE TOO FAST, WHELP!"
Of course, I still died a minute later—his follow-up Quake Punch turned the air into a blender, shredding my barriers and pulverizing me. But progress. I respawned cackling, wiping blood from my eyes. "One dodge down, a thousand to go! You're slowing down, old man!"
He roared with laughter, the ground quaking. "SLOWING DOWN? I'M JUST GETTING WARMED UP!"
As days passed by, by the fifteenth day, I weaponized Air Crunch properly. I hardened the air around Whitebeard's legs, locking him in invisible shackles that creaked and groaned under his immense strength. He tore through them in seconds, scales cracking the air like thunder, but it gave me time to unleash a barrage—Bang's Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist flowing into Jiro's knocking strikes, my blue Armament Haki shimmering like a void abyss, crackling with Conqueror's energy.
His scales actually cracked—a hairline fracture, blood seeping like dark ink from a titan's vein.
I laughed like a madman, adrenaline surging through my veins. "HA! SEE THAT? YOU'RE NOT IMMORTAL, JUST STUPIDLY OVERBUILT! What's next, Whitebeard? Gonna cry uncle?"
Whitebeard grinned back, blood trickling from his lip, his eyes gleaming with approval. "GOOD. MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE, BRAT."
Then he one-shot me through three mountains, my body leaving a trail of craters like a meteor's path. Respawn. Laugh. Repeat. "Okay, note to self: Taunting works, but dodge better next time."
As the days wore on, the death count climbed: 157 by what felt like the twentieth day. My body adapted—respawn after respawn forged me sharper, my blue Armament Haki denser, my Conqueror's leaking naturally, bending the environment like a storm front. I layered Air Crunch with Conqueror's pressure, creating invisible blades that sliced the air with blue void edges. One managed to carve a line across Whitebeard's chest—he laughed, calling it a "mosquito bite," then crushed me under his bisento's quake, my body turning into a smear of blood and bone.
As a month drew near, on the thirtieth day—or what felt like it, time blurring in the endless cycle of pain and power—I was battered, bruised, my black tattoos from {Ego} and [System]'s seals glowing faintly as I experimented with them mid-battle. I unleashed something new: Space Crunch at its peak. Instead of hardening air, I folded the void itself—the distance between us collapsing like crumpled paper, my eyes glowing with that dark blue void hue, my Haki flaring like a blue abyss swallowing light.
Whitebeard lunged, his bisento raised. I clenched my fist, space warping around him—his attack slowed, stretched, as if he were swinging through a black hole's event horizon. For the first time, his eyes flickered with surprise, his sake jug spilling as he stumbled.
I grinned, blue Haki flaring like ocean storms. "Gotcha, old man."
My fist, cloaked in jet-blue Armament so dense it crackled with void-blue energy, smashed into his jaw. The shockwave tore the clouds apart, a blue explosion of power ripping through the sky, sending auroras scattering like frightened birds. Whitebeard staggered, blood spraying from his mouth, his mustache shattering like glass under the internal destruction.
The world went silent for a heartbeat, the planet itself seeming to hold its breath.
Then Whitebeard laughed, his voice booming despite the blood dripping from his mouth. "FINALLY! SHOW ME MORE, BRAT!"
The battle resumed, fiercer than ever. His strikes came faster, quakes now infused with his own monstrous Haki, shattering my Space Crunch barriers like fragile ice. I died again, and again—crushed under seismic waves that turned my bones to powder, hurled into voids where gravity twisted me inside out, even bisected by a quake that split the air like a guillotine. But each time, the copies grew weaker, my power sharper, my blue void glow intensifying with every respawn.
**Closing Scene**
At the end of the month, the battlefield was unrecognizable—mountains leveled into vast plains of dust, rivers boiled dry into cracked beds of steam, craters littering the land like the scars of a cosmic war. I stood there, blood-soaked, trembling but unbroken, my blue Haki flickering like dying embers from a void storm. Whitebeard was still laughing, even with blood dripping from his mouth and cracks spiderwebbing his skin, his bisento cracked in half like a broken toy.
I wiped my face, grinning through the pain. "Messy… but fun. Two down, three to go."
The copy of Whitebeard faded, dissolving into ether like mist in the wind, and the dimension shifted, the aurora skies calming to a deceptive peace. Respawn button, don't fail me now. I'd died hundreds of times, each death a forge hammering me into something unbreakable. Hell was my gym, and I was just getting started—next up, Big Mom and Shanks. Bring it.
{Ego}: "Correction: You are insane. But… not bad, moron. Keep it up, or I'll mock you forever."
[System]: "That's my Sunny… Don't break, okay? You promised me forever. Data logged: Master's growth rate—exponential. Void-blue Haki signature: Locked in archives."
I laughed, collapsing onto the stone, my eyes still glowing faintly with that dark blue void. "Yeah. Forever it is."