ace the conqueror

Ace's tiny form lay still in Garp's arms, the room heavy with the quiet aftermath of his mother's death. Her lifeless body rested on the bed, the storm outside still raging as if it too mourned her passing. The weight of the tragedy pressed down on the infant's fragile chest, but Ace's tiny hands clenched into fists, his face contorting with an emotion he couldn't yet understand. He could feel it—something deep inside him. A connection to the world around him, to the bloodline coursing through his veins. A storm was brewing within him, an awakening.

Garp, his heart heavy with sorrow, was silent as he stared at Rouge's body, the weight of her sacrifice crushing him. He had promised to protect Ace, to raise him as his own, but even now, as he cradled the boy, Garp felt powerless. The pain of loss was too much to bear, and he barely registered the strange presence in the room—a growing, palpable energy that seemed to emanate from the child in his arms.

Suddenly, Ace's body stiffened. His tiny hands shot out, glowing faintly with an intense pressure, as though his very existence was calling to something greater. A surge of energy burst from him, an invisible force that shattered the stillness. The air itself trembled.

Garp's eyes widened in disbelief as the power surged outward. The baby in his arms was emanating Haki—**Conqueror's Haki**. The raw force of will, the legacy of Gol D. Roger, awakened in an infant, reverberated through the small cottage like a shockwave. Garp stumbled back, his grip tightening instinctively around Ace to shield him from the blast of energy.

"W-What…?" Garp gasped, staring at the child, his mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. This wasn't normal. This wasn't just a baby; this was a force of nature, a power he had never expected to see this soon, not in such a tiny form.

Ace, still a newborn, could not speak, could not understand the power that had awakened within him. But he could feel it. The overwhelming surge of energy coursing through his veins, a primal force that seemed to beckon him toward something greater. His tiny face twisted, a silent cry escaping his lips as the world around him seemed to tremble in response.

Garp's heart raced as he carefully held the baby, still in shock from the raw force he had just witnessed. The storm outside grew louder, and the pressure in the air thickened as if the world itself was reacting to Ace's awakening.

"What… is this?" Garp muttered under his breath, still holding Ace tightly. "How can he—"

Ace's tiny body jerked again, a flare of energy bursting forth, sending a shockwave through the room. Garp's mind whirled. He had always known Ace was the son of Gol D. Roger, but this… this was something different. This was power beyond anything he could have imagined.

The room seemed to crackle with tension as Ace's small body glowed with the remnants of that energy. Garp couldn't deny it anymore. His grandson—this tiny baby—was carrying the will of a king. Gol D. Roger's legacy burned inside him, and the potential for destruction was evident even now.

Ace's eyes, though still wide with the innocence of infancy, seemed to carry an unspoken promise. He had inherited the will of the Pirate King, a will that could topple nations and reshape the world. Ace's bloodline, now awakened, thrummed with untapped power, and Garp knew that his fate was sealed. The child he held in his arms was destined for greatness—or destruction.

For a moment, Garp felt a pang of fear. He had already seen what such power could do, how it could shape a person's destiny. The world had never been kind to Roger's legacy, and Garp feared what might come next for Ace. But even in the midst of that fear, he saw something else—a glimmer of hope. Maybe this child could change the world for the better. Maybe this power could be used for something greater than destruction.

But that would be up to Ace. He would decide how to wield this power. The World Government, the Marines, the very foundations of the world… they would all tremble before this child, who already carried within him the weight of history.

The storm outside roared louder as Ace's power settled, a faint hum in the air. Garp's gaze softened as he looked down at the baby in his arms, his heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. The world was about to change. And Ace—though still a child—would be the one to reshape it.

"Ace," Garp whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. "You're not just a baby. You're something more. And I promise, I'll do whatever I can to help you walk your own path. But be careful. The world… it's not ready for you."

But in his heart, Garp knew that no matter how much he tried to guide Ace, the boy would carve his own destiny. Whether it was to destroy the World Government or change the world in some other way, Ace's journey had already begun.

As Garp looked at the tiny infant in his arms, the weight of the moment was clear. Ace, the child of Gol D. Roger, had awakened, and the storm he was destined to unleash had only just begun.