One Piece: Wielder of the Void

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Abona's strength was shrouded in mystery, but the prowess of their general, Daiki, was undeniable.

"Everyone, pay attention! This is a duel between the special forces' general, the Marine Vice Admiral, and the kingdom's swordsman. Their strength is beyond imagination. You don't want to miss this!" shouted one of the instructors with fervour. "It's a rare spectacle who knows when you'll see something like this again in your lifetime? Don't blink!"

The other instructors followed suit, their serious expressions urging the recruits behind them to focus.

But the reminder was hardly necessary; every soldier understood the gravity of the situation. Witnessing such a battle was not only thrilling but also a unique learning opportunity.

Anos, stood at the edge of the scene, a chair having been brought over for him at some point.

He sat down gracefully, watching the duel unfold with an air of quiet contemplation.

For Anos, the experience was invaluable not only for the soldiers but also for himself.

While his power was formidable, he acknowledged that he still lacked the experience gleaned from battles like these.

Within the space barrier created by Anos, the combatants appeared to be nearby from the outside.

However, the internal space had been stretched exponentially by his mastery of spatial manipulation.

Though they seemed only a few meters apart, in reality, the fighters were over a hundred meters away from one another.

"Spatial Mirror," Anos muttered, waving his hand. Mirrors materialized, reflecting the battle in vivid detail for the onlookers.

This technique allowed those outside the barrier to feel the intensity of the fight without any physical interference.

Spatial mirroring was a skill Anos frequently employed.

Anos seated before them might not have even been his true form he could project himself into another space, rendering himself untouchable to physical attacks.

Inside the barrier, Issho, better known as Fujitora, stood composed. "I must commend His Majesty for allowing this duel," Daiki said earnestly. "It's a rare chance for us to test our limits."

"You two need not be modest," Fujitora replied with a smile. "You've already proven your strength. But I will admit, I look forward to seeing how far you've come."

With that, Abona stepped forward. "Allow me to make the first move, General Fujitora," he said cautiously, his hand tightening around the hilt of his blade, Dawn.

The scabbard flew off, landing dozens of meters away as Abona assumed a stance, gathering his strength.

This was only the beginning, but Abona approached the battle with utmost seriousness. He had no illusions about the power of his opponent Admiral Fujitora was a force to be reckoned with.

"I'm joining as well, General!" Daiki roared, his body transforming. His combat uniform shredded as his form shifted into that of a werewolf, black fur covering his frame except for a mane of white around his neck.

The soldiers gasped In shock. None of them had realized that their commanding officer had eaten a Zoan-type Devil Fruit that gave him such a terrifying form. His extended claws, each over thirty centimetres long, glinted menacingly.

"Heh, don't hold back!" Fujitora said, gripping his cane sword firmly as he prepared to meet their combined assault.

Abona moved first, dashing forward with blinding speed. His blade, imbued with raw energy, sliced through the air as it headed straight for Fujitora.

Daiki was right behind him, his enhanced strength and agility making him a formidable force in his werewolf form.

Faced with attacks from two opponents of such calibre, Fujitora's demeanour shifted from calm to focused.

Though Abona's strength was approaching that of a full-fledged admiral, and Daiki was a seasoned vice admiral, Fujitora remained confident.

As Abona's blade released a devastating slash that tore through the ground, Fujitora smirked. "Impressive," he muttered, sidestepping the attack with precision.

But Daiki wasn't far behind. His claws, aimed for Fujitora's throat, came down with incredible force.

"Too slow," Fujitora said coolly, sensing the attack with his Observation Haki. Without hesitation, he stepped back, raising his cane sword as he invoked his power.

"Gravity—Hell Brigade!"

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