Hello Guys! I'm back, this time with ONE PIECE! Lovin it, so I decided to come up with this gem. Note, I did take some elements of Berserk, and put it into this fanfiction. No, there won't be apostles, no Griffith, no Casca (ish). But at least there's a Black Swordsman! (No, not Kirito because fuck SAO, not literally.) Anyways, I have at least recovered from my brother's , and my friend's deaths for now. But, don't expect me to update as often because of school. Also, any criticism is welcome; so if there are any rude comments, I won't care. Feel free to give writing tips, advice on to improve characterization, and everything in between. Oh! Right, this is also a fem!luffy fic. No, Luffy won't eat a different fruit. Also, Shanks doesn't lose his arm in this one.
So, yeah. Enjoy!
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"Argh!"
The response from a soldier in training. Well, that's what Monkey D. Garp hoped for at least. The kid was making good progress, and was large for his size, near the six foot range and not even ten years old yet.
"That's it, keep it up there Garrett!" Were Garp's shouts of encouragement towards the young man, now known as Garrett.
Gol D. Garrett, his full name; now was considered to be the strongest of the Supernovas. A one billion beri bounty was placed upon his head, as well as a few epithets: Black Swordsman, Dragonslayer, Scorpion, and the Fifth Emporer just to name a few. Now standing at six feet eight inches tall, he holds on his back, a massive blade. No, it's too big to be called a blade or a sword, it seemed more like a massive chunk of iron. His left arm has been replaced by a mechanical arm, fitted with a grappling hook, and a cannon to use in dire situations. His crew had few, but those few would become powerful.
Garrett sat upon the wall when his second in command popped in. "You remembered how it all began don't you?"
"Yes, I did. I suppose you can call this a bit odd per se. Wouldn't you agree, Angel?"
"Yeah. Two supernovas launching themselves towards the Navy's greatest weapons, and to save one person. It's insane."
"Heh. Let's just hope my sister doesn't start before I do."
The sounds of gunshots were heard as they approached Marineford; with a few moments remaining, the man bit his thumb, draining blood. Afterwards, he rubbed his blood on his sword. All the while, his crew was preparing for combat. A girl wearing all red grabbed her daggers, while a girl in all white grabbed a small sword, which was also white. One average build man grabbed a sniper rifle, while another was polishing his scythe. Four other crew members were preparing as they each individually cracked their knuckles.
"All right then guys, let's raise some hell!"
Garrett yelled as he and his crew jumped off their ship.