Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

"Edward Teach?"

Zefa used the shredder on his right arm to slam the ground, causing the clay-covered earth to crack inch by inch.

Several clay figures of Whitebeard III surrounding his body then flew into the air.

Zephyr swung his left fist toward the sky, and invisible Armament Haki burst forth from his body, forming a powerful storm.

The clay figurines flying in the sky spun endlessly in the storm, as fragile as rag dolls, and were utterly destroyed.

Chapter 12 Don't call me Commander, call me Warden!

"Ian!"

Zefa stomped his feet heavily on the ground and flew toward Ian.

"You rely too much on your Devil Fruit powers!"

boom!

Zephyr swung his massive, heavy mechanical arm, the "Crusher," and blasted the "Ian" in front of him to smithereens.

The clay-covered ground rippled.

On an open space not far away.

The white clay coalesced and transformed into a human form, revealing a disheveled Ian.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

Ian braced himself on his knees, his chest heaving violently.

Right at his feet was a peacock, already exhausted and unconscious.

The gap between Ian and Zephyr is like an insurmountable chasm.

This is something that a three-star Clay Fruit can't make up for at all.

Even if Ian uses the [Ring of Magic Control] to maximize the "output power" of the [Clay Fruit].

This was of no use against Zephyr.

in contrast.

Ian could only keep running away from Zephyr's attacks.

He's been able to hold on until now entirely thanks to the Clay-Clay Fruit's ability to turn himself into clay!

Rao is so.

We've been "fighting" until now.

Ian was covered in wounds.

Zefa was completely unharmed.

'I'm sorry, Professor Zephyr, I couldn't let you use your full strength...'

Ian caught his breath for a while, but Zefa's next attack was delayed.

His eyes were fixed on Zefa, but the other man simply stood still.

"Teacher Zefa?"

"Let's end today's battle here."

Zefa looked towards the horizon, where twilight was falling. His lesson had lasted for almost the entire day.

"Ian, you have a great talent for developing Devil Fruit abilities."

"Based on the level you just demonstrated, there are probably very few pirates in the Paradise stage who could be your match."

Ian's behavior just now made Zephyr subconsciously think of someone.

Charlotte Katakuri, the Charlotte family's greatest masterpiece.

Ian's Clay-Clay Fruit is a "Special Paramecia Type".

Katakuri's Mochi Mochi Fruit is also a "Special Paramecia Type".

Zephyr hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not use Charlotte Katakuri's example to motivate Ian.

Although in his opinion, Charlotte Katakuri, that pirate, was actually not bad among a bunch of scum...

"Ian, don't waste your talent."

Zefa cleared his mind of distractions and said in a deep voice.

"However, don't forget one thing."

"On this vast ocean, only physical strength is the foundation!"

Ian straightened his back and answered loudly.

"Yes, Professor Zephyr!"

A fleeting look of satisfaction crossed Zefa's face.

After finishing his last lesson, he turned around and waved.

“Ian Adrian, next time we meet, don’t expect me to go easy on you… cough cough.”

Ian saw Zephyr's back sway slightly.

But the other person resolutely walked towards the setting sun.

Ian lowered his head and looked at the peacock at his feet.

"A blade in the darkness..."

Day 1 after obtaining the Clay Fruit.

Ian fought Zephyr for almost a whole day, allowing his practical skill with the Clay Fruit to catch up with the three-star rating.

The day after obtaining the Clay Fruit.

Ian trained on his own, creating flowers, trees, wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, rare birds and beasts, and even pirates and navies.

The third day after obtaining the [Clay Fruit].

Ian wanted to squeeze the big thunder.

Unfortunately.

The order from headquarters was suddenly issued.

Ian had no choice but to give up exploring the origins of life.

He went to the headquarters building, received his transfer order, and picked up his custom-made weapon.

Followed by.

Ian then headed to the headquarters dock, boarded the prison warship, and rode the triangular current into the World Government's private shipping lane.

The final stop, the Calm Belt.

Impel the city.

……

Passing through the magnificent Gate of Justice, one enters the Calm Belt.

The sky was dark and gloomy as the prison warship came to a stop in front of the heavily fortified complex.

Impel Down, we've arrived.

The warships were docked at the pier.

The crew members, both sailors and prisoners, were transferred down the ship in an orderly manner.

The highest-ranking officer in charge of this prisoner escort mission was Vice Admiral Momonga from the Navy Headquarters.

Ian followed behind the flying squirrel, moving towards the gates of Impel Down.

A figure stood silently at the gates of Impel Down, his appearance a combination of a pharaoh and a demon, ugly and terrifying.

As Ian and the flying squirrel drew closer, the figure finally spoke.

"Welcome to—"

Hannibal said calmly.

"My Impel Down".

The flying squirrel had originally intended to shake hands and greet the other squirrel.

Upon hearing this, he paused involuntarily.

If I remember correctly.

Isn't Magellan the warden of Impel Down?

Who is this big, clumsy guy with a little belly who looks like a ghost?

Before the flying squirrel could even ask a question.

Hannibal quickly grabbed the flying squirrel's right paw and shook it rapidly.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! I misspoke!"

“Saying ‘my prison’ would be a bit too revealing of my ambition.”

"I am Hannibal, the warden of Impel Down. Nice to meet you."

The flying squirrel's eye twitched slightly, and he responded indifferently.

"...flying squirrel."

"I've already heard about him. This must be Ian Adrian, right?"

Hannibal released the flying squirrel's grip and turned to look at Ian behind him.

"My new subordinate—ah! He's revealed his ambition again!"

The flying squirrel did not linger there for long; he excused himself and left, citing "busy military affairs."

Only Ian and Hannibal remained.

"Sir."

Ian took out the transfer order that Aokiji had given him from his pocket.

"This is the job transfer order issued by headquarters. Please take a look."

"Don't call me 'sir,' call me 'warden'!"

Hannibal took the paper Ian handed him and emphasized it earnestly.

"If you prefer, you can call me 'Director' as well."

"Actually, from the first moment I saw Lord Hannibal, I felt that you had the potential to become the warden of Impel Down."

Ian suggested in a very serious tone.

"Lord Hannibal, why don't we storm the chief's office together and seize Commander Magellan's position!"

Chapter 13 Hell is empty, the devil is in the navy!

what?

Hannibal couldn't help but take a step back, as if he had been startled.

Kid, I'm just an ambitious guy who likes to talk big, but you're serious?

"I think... you're being a bit too radical, cough cough."

Hannibal casually stuffed Ian's transfer order into his pocket.

"Come with me, I'll show you around my Impel Down."

Ian followed Hannibal into Impel Down.

As soon as he stepped through the gate, he heard a painful howl coming from the side.

"A rather pleasant wail, isn't it?"