ONE PIECE: THE SUN FRUIT.

Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2: INHERITANCE?



Prime who has Been Having fun with Zoro and Saga Finally realized he needed to go home.

PRIME

~waving~

"Zoro, Saga I should be going home right now I'll see you guys tomorrow"

Walking true the village and looking into his memories to find his way home.

'I have a good idea were my devil fruit is let's go check it out'

After reaching his new 7 years resident but it feels so familiar so it's not like I'm moving into a new house.

Heading inside he started feeling a little overwhelmed but he was to exhausted from training to think about that right now.

So he went to the bathroom, have his bath then went straight to bed he couldn't bother checking anything right now.

The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow over Shimotsuki Village. Prime who just finished his morning excise stood outside his childhood home, the wooden structure looking both familiar and foreign. Memories flooded back, fragments of laughter and warmth mixed with the chilly bitterness of loss. He had often imagined this moment, the day he would uncover what his father had left behind. With a deep breath, he went back into the house, the creak echoing in the quiet.

Prime felt the weight of anticipation settle in his chest as he made his way to the hidden chamber beneath the floorboards. He knew the layout instinctively, his father's teachings replaying in his mind.

After a few moments of digging through loose floorboards, he found it—a large chest with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse with energy. The chest was locked, a swirling engraving where a key should be. But as he leaned closer, he noticed a finger scanner beside it—a strange device for such an old chest.

"Here goes nothing," he murmured, placing his hand on the scanner. A soft *click* resonated, and the chest creaked open, releasing a puff of stale air.

Inside, nestled among the dust and shadows, lay a devil fruit shaped like a radiant sun which caught his attention immediately, its golden skin shimmering even in the dim light. Prime's heart raced; this was it, this is my devil fruit, but he had promised himself he would wait until he turned sixteen to consume it because he want to refine his physical power and swordsmanship.

He reached out and picked it up, the surface warm and alive in his hand. He held it close, marveling at its beauty.

Next, his gaze fell upon a sword, its black blade glowing with ethereal yellow designs that seemed to flicker like flames. A sense of familiarity washed over him.

'Is this the Six Eclipse Sun Sword?' yet something felt off. Prime's brow furrowed as he recalled a conversation with a cosmic entity. "I wanted to be the only one capable of lifting it from the rock…" he whispered to the empty room, unsure whether to embrace or shun the sword.

He carefully drew the blade from the scabbard, the *shing* sound echoing like a call to adventure. It felt right in his hands, like it had been waiting for him all along.

He swung it lightly, testing its balance, and felt the connection deepen.

"This is mine," he declared confidently, feeling the energy of the sword flowing through him.

The other items in the chest caught his eye: two more devil fruits—one with a vibrant blue hue and another that crackled with energy.

The documents lay at the bottom, yellowed with age. As he sifted through them, a story unfolded. His father had once lived on the Island of the Seven Stars, but he had left after a revelation from a sun priestess.

Prime's stomach flipped at the thought of his father's past, the weight of legacy settling on his shoulders.

A sudden determination surged within him. "It seems that my decision changed people's lives on that Island but it's no use thinking about it more, I'll make you proud, Dad," he vowed, tucking the documents under his arm.

He wouldn't let this inheritance go to waste. He would train harder, become stronger.

As the morning sun rose higher, he made his way to the dojo, his heart pounding with excitement and purpose.

The familiar scent of sweat and wood greeted him as he stepped onto the training grounds. Zoro and Saga were already there, their swords glinting in the sunlight, each practicing with fierce intensity.

ZORO

~swinging sword~

"Hey, Prime!" Zoro called, pausing mid-swing. "You're late! What were you doing, sleeping in?"

PRIME

Looking at Zoro he couldn't see any need to lie about what he was doing at home.

"More like digging through my inheritance," Prime replied, a grin spreading across his face. "You wouldn't believe what I found!"

SAGA

Saga's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"What? A treasure map? A hidden stash of candy?"

PRIME

"Close." Prime held up his new sword his excitement palpable. "I found a devil fruit and This sword that might just be legendary."

ZORO

Zoro raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Legendary, huh? Let's see if it's any good in a fight."

PRIME

Prime's heart raced; this was the moment he had been waiting for. "How about a spar? You and me, Zoro."

ZORO

Zoro cracked a smile, his competitive spirit igniting. "Fine, but don't think I'll go easy on you just because you found some fancy stuff."

The two squared off, Saga stepping back to watch. Prime felt the weight of the sword in his hand, the connection urging him forward. He let out a breath, centering himself.

ZORO

"Ready?" Zoro asked, his stance firm.

PRIME

"Let's do this," Prime replied, his voice steady.

With a sudden rush, Zoro lunged forward, sword slicing through the air with a

~whoosh~

Prime barely dodged, feeling the wind from the blade skim past him. He countered, swinging his own sword with a determined cry. The two blades clashed with a *clang* that reverberated through the Surrounding.

ZORO

"Not bad," Zoro said, a hint of respect in his voice.

Prime pushed harder, letting the sword guide him. He felt the energy coursing through him, the connection to the blade amplifying his movements. He ducked and weaved, matching Zoro's strikes with newfound agility.

But Zoro was relentless, his training evident as he pressed the attack. The intensity of their duel drew Saga closer, eyes wide with admiration.

SAGA

"Come on, Prime! You can do it!"

With a surge of determination, Prime feinted left, then pivoted right, catching Zoro off guard.

He struck, the blade gliding through the air, but Zoro recovered quickly, blocking the blow with a smirk. "You're gonna have to do better than that!"

The spar continued, their laughter mingling with the sounds of clashing steel. Prime felt alive, the thrill of battle fueling his spirit.

He was no longer just an orphan; he was becoming a warrior, forging bonds through the heat of competition.

After what felt like hours, they finally pulled apart, both panting and grinning. "Okay, okay, let's call it a draw," Zoro said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "You've improved a lot."

"Thanks! I've been training hard," Prime replied, feeling a swell of pride. "But I think I need to push myself even more. I want to be strong enough to protect everyone Who Stands with me."

Saga nodded enthusiastically. "We can help each other! I want to get stronger too!"

"Yeah, let's keep training together," Zoro agreed, a newfound camaraderie in his voice. "We'll make this dojo the best in the East Blue."

As they all gathered in a huddle, Prime felt a warmth spread through him. The bonds of friendship were forming, stronger than any sword. With laughter and determination, they discussed their training plans, each boy contributing ideas and strategies, lighthearted jabs mixed in with earnest enthusiasm.

"Let's challenge the dojo masters next week!" Saga suggested, bouncing on his toes.

Zoro chuckled, "Yeah, and if we lose, we can just blame it on Prime's fancy new sword."

"Hey!" Prime protested, laughing. "Don't you dare sabotage my reputation!"

As the day wore on, they practiced diligently, honing their skills and learning from each other. Prime felt the weight of the sword in his hands, a reminder of his father's legacy and the path he had chosen. Each swing, each block, brought him closer to his goal.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows as they trained, but it felt like the dawn of something new.

That evening, as they wrapped up their training, Prime sat on the dojo steps, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink.

Zoro and Saga joined him, their faces flushed with exertion.

"Tomorrow's going to be tough," Zoro commented, a grin on his face. "But I think we can take on the world."

"Yeah," Saga agreed, leaning back. "With you two by my side, I feel like we can conquer anything."

Prime's heart swelled at the thought. "We will. Together."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the stars began to twinkle above, and Prime felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He was no longer just an orphan wandering through life; he was part of something greater—a brotherhood forged in training and friendship.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but he was ready to face them head-on, sword in hand and friends by his side.

And as he gazed into the twilight, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of his journey, one filled with battles, growth, and the promise of adventure.

(A/N: After writing this chapter I think I would want to stick with the OG way of writing stories instead of the

PRIME

I don't think it's really necessary anymore but will it's just all about the type of mood I'm in)

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