Battle ship graveyard, Marineford
Ramos was doing his daily training of beating his fist into the metal of the ships to embed his knuckles into it. The pain was a mere after thought as he continued his deranged action.
Bang, bang, bang.
Each echo of contact and splatter of blood only encouraged him, the flashes of Roger's face and Aramaki's hideous smirk was the fuel to continue the pummeling.
"Oi, you taking my spot kid." A voiced called out to him.
Ramos turned to see a tall,tan-skinned man, with curly hair, wearing the Marine gear with shorter sleeves and the most bland expression on his face–Aokiji.
"Shouldn't you be in the academy?" He asked.
"I'm training here cause classes are boring. " Ramos replied, eyes glaring at the guy interrupting hus training.
"Oh...I see..." He glanced at the blood painted fist on the broken ship. "You're Garp's student?"
"You know the old man?"
"Yeah,he helped me reach Rear-Admiral."
His words left me frozen,'Did he say Rear-Admiral?' Ramos pondered as if he misheard him.
Aokiji ignored the kids shock and took his place at the ship. Corking his fist back, legs parted as he concentrated on the structure.
BOOM!
His fist thundered in contact, the ground shook at the vibrations he created.
"Ahhh–" Ramos was sent flying at the force,landing in a pile of rubble. "My back...I-I better not got an infection. " He groaned, dusting himself off the pile of planks.
Focusing his eyes on the man responsible, his eyes nearly left his socket at the sight of the Marines fist embedded in the ship,he pulled his forearm out,completely unharmed as the metal wax moulded to fit his arm.
"Impossible!" Ramos yelled at the inhumane display.
Aokiji turned to the fan boy," Maybe you should to use Haki instead. "
"Haki? What's that?"
"Nvm, that's for later. Let's continue with you punching this as if it owed you berries.
"It technically does." Ramos retorted.
Ramos continued his training, under the watch of Aokiji, who would correct his punching form where needed. After that he challenged Ramos to land a hit on him. It was a complete fail, every strike was blocked before he got closer to him, he would be gifted with a kick to the face for over-eager strikes.
"Don't rush me without a plan of attack." Aokiji lazily lectured, effortlessly dodging strikes.
Thud.
Aokiji kicked the boys chest, knee poking out from hus back as Ramos eyes rolled back, signalling his defeat.
Thump.
The sound of Ramos body kissing concrete was sickening, body slumped like he met his maker.
"That was too much force." Aokiji rubbed his head at the potential disaster.
[3 months later]
A blur of yellow moved towards Aokiji, he was standing with his hand in his pockets, completely underestimating his opponent.
"Too slow." He muttered, side stepping from the kick attempt.
Ramos in the past few months, has grown exponentially, the constant bashing from Aokiji and Garp has developed his combat to levels that even his spars with Aramaki were one sided.
"Tsk, you bastard, won't even show me his hands!" Ramos yelled, moving to land a flurry of attacks, each aimed at Aokiji's lower body. Aokiji had no issue evading each before backhanding Ramos a few feet back.
"Not bad kid. You actually made me use me hands for once."
Ramos was panting on one knee, a swollen eye, bruises across his face and to his frustration, his elder brother had not even a scratch on him. "How are you so strong!" He barked out.
Aokiji rubbed his head, removing the debris. " It takes decades to reach this strength. And in a world where pirates can destroy islands with one sword slice,it's mandatory to push yourself to your limit." He stated.
Ramos looked down," Tsk, I don't have decades to do that. By at least 18 I'll kick your ass big brother. "
Zzt
A wave of conquerors hit Aokiji. Hod eyes widen for a second before returning to his stoic expression. "The kid has conquerors
already?" He muttered.
"Get ready big brother, I'm not stopping until you bleed."
"...That's not a good idea–"
"Raahh!" Ramos charged at the Rear-Admiral with new found determination. Fist shining with blood and dents as he jumped on the air and landed the punch.
Crack.
"Aaahhhh!" He yelled in agony at his pulsating in pain. The Marines face felt harder than the ships. "Ou-ouch...you're made of sea stone or something!?" He cradled his swollen hand.
"I used the 6 powers kid."
"The 6–what?"
"This is going to be a long decade..." Aokiji sighed.