[Chat Group For The Death] Chapter 51 - 55

Chapter 51: Do You Have Enough Physical Strength?

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "These two… they’re absolute monsters! Their power might even rival mine!"

The reason why his Wood Release was so dominant in the ninja world was its sheer scale—his abilities could reshape landscapes in a single move. When he fought, he didn’t just battle his enemies; he buried them under forests, mountains, and seas of chakra-infused trees. His overwhelming technique exhausted his enemies before they could even touch him.

But now…

He was seeing two warriors like himself.

Aokiji had transformed the entire battlefield into an icy wasteland, freezing not only the ground but the very air itself. His presence alone made the temperature plummet to deadly levels. Meanwhile, Akainu stood wreathed in magma, the very ground beneath him bubbling and melting as if he had summoned the power of a volcano itself.

Their battle had already torn the island in half, creating a permanent divide between fire and ice.

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "This level of elemental power is… beyond reason. The sheer scale of it! Even the most skilled ninja who could manipulate lava or ice could never produce something of this magnitude."

Lucas: "Welcome to the top level of the pirate world. Each of these guys is on par with your so-called God of Shinobi. You still don’t believe me? Then hand me your world pass so I can come to the ninja world and prove it firsthand."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Wait—what?! A world pass?! You mean to tell me there’s something that lets you travel between different world?!"

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "Uh… actually, I do have something like that. It came with my abilities—Sage Body, Wood Release, and a bunch of other things."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "I believe you now—this isn’t a genjutsu. But I can’t give you the pass yet."

Lucas: "Tch. What a hassle."

Pirate King Roger laughed. "No, wait! I still don’t get all this ninja talk! Family feuds, Konoha, Uchiha, Senju… it’s too complicated!"

Lucas: "Fine, I’ll simplify it for you: It’s basically a tragic love story between two obsessive brothers, two overprotective brothers, and a pair of best friends with unresolved issues."

Pirate King Roger: "HAHAHAHA! Now that makes sense! So funny!"

Whitebeard: "Gurarara! I have to admit, this explanation is way more interesting than before."

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "YOU BASTARDS—!"

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama:. "Ahem! Isn’t there one more newcomer? I’d like to get to know him. And honestly… I don’t know much about you either."

Lucas: "Ah, right. The last newcomer… @Howard Stark, are you a friend of Captain America?"

Howard Stark: "Not bad! The group leader is knowledgeable and perceptive—I’m impressed."

Lucas: "Then do you believe me?"

Howard Stark: "Of course! The world is full of wonders. Just because something is beyond our understanding doesn’t mean it’s not real. Denying the unknown is the mark of a fool."

Lucas: "Smart answer. I suppose it was the Cosmic Cube that first changed your view of the universe?"

Howard Stark: "Yes! Once I learned about the Cosmic Cube, I realized that science alone isn’t the only path to knowledge."

Golden Lion Shiki: "WHAT THE HELL are you two talking about?! I don’t understand a damn thing! What kind of world do you newcomers come from?!"

Lucas: "Howard comes from a world that blends science and mythology. But his expertise lies in science. To put it in terms you’ll understand—his genius is on par with Vegapunk."

The chat exploded.

Golden Lion Shiki: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Vegapunk’s intelligence is said to be 500 years ahead of the world! You’re saying this new guy is on that level?!"

Whitebeard: "Gurarara! Intelligence like that deserves respect, even if he’s not a fighter."

Fire Fist Ace: "Vegapunk, the guy who created the Pacifistas? The World Government is betting on his research to replace the Seven Warlords! If Howard is on that level, then he’s a legend!"

Fisher Tiger: "Could he build a Pacifista?"

Howard Stark: "What’s a Pacifista?"

Lucas: "A type of cyborg that uses clones as its base, equipped with laser weaponry and advanced AI combat systems. Extremely powerful."

Howard Stark: "A fully mechanized super soldier? Interesting… I haven’t worked with cybernetics much, but if I had access to a prototype, I could reverse-engineer the technology."

Lucas: "Really? I’ll find you one and later we can research it together”

Lucas glanced at Akainu and Aokiji, still locked in their brutal duel. He then scanned the surroundings—and found something amusing.

A warship floated in a nearby sea water, where Garp and Kizaru were sitting on deck, casually drinking tea.

Lucas scoffed. "Of course. It’s a life-or-death duel for the Fleet Admiral position, so the Marine made sure to protect their own."

He shook his head, muttering to himself, "Great job, guys. Really."

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "Wait, you’re leaving? Why not keep watching?"

Lucas: "There’s no point. This fight is going to last days."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Days?! That’s insane! Can their chakra—no, their stamina—really last that long?!"

Lucas: "You’re still thinking like a ninja. You need to start thinking like a pirate. Battles here don’t just last for hours—they last for days, sometimes even weeks."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "That’s ridiculous. Their bodies should have collapsed from exhaustion!"

Chapter 52: Rowing, Plowing, Cooking with a sword…

Fishman Island slowly descended, settling within the waters controlled by the Whitebeard Pirates. The moment it touched down, a wave of emotion surged through King Neptune and the people of Fishman Island.

Tears streamed down the massive king’s face as he turned to Lucas, his voice trembling. "You mean… we finally have a place to call home, where we don't have to live in fear?"

Lucas nodded casually. "You’re safe here. No pirates, no Celestial Dragons, and no World Government harassment. This is your new home."

For hundreds of years, Fishman Island had dreamed of living freely under the sun, far away from the oppression of the World Government and the enslavement of the Celestial Dragons. And today… that dream had finally come true.

The merfolk and fishmen cheered, their voices echoing across the newly risen island.

Lucas: "@ Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, give me your Flying Thunder God Technique."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Why?"

Lucas: "Don't you want to verify whether this chat group is real? Giving out red envelopes is how we prove things here."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "That doesn’t mean I should give you one of my most precious secret techniques!"

Lucas: "Quit the excuses. Both Konoha and Tsunade will face great disasters in the future. It won’t end well for you if you offend me."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Tch… fine. I don’t trust you, but I’ll humor you this time."

Ding! Senju Tobirama has sent an exclusive red envelope [Flying Thunder God Technique] to group leader Lucas!

Whitebeard: "What’s the Flying Thunder God Technique?"

Lucas: "A space-time ninjutsu. Basically, I can teleport anywhere instantly, as long as I’ve placed a mark there."

As Lucas explained, he casually walked up to Princess Shirahoshi, who was watching him with curiosity. Without hesitation, he pressed his palm against her and left a Flying Thunder God seal on her.

Shirahoshi’s pink face turned even redder. "M-Master Lucas, w-what did you just do?!"

Lucas chuckled. "Relax. It’s just a marker. With it, I can teleport to you anytime."

In the chat group, Golden Lion Shiki burst out laughing.

Golden Lion Shiki: "Damn, Lucas! Is this your way of marking a woman? That’s some next-level simp behavior right there!"

Pirate King Roger: "I agree! Lucas, you sly bastard! You just made sure you can appear in front of a beautiful mermaid princess whenever you want!"

Sword God Ryuma: "Focus! We’re talking about a legendary power, and you degenerates are turning this into a romantic comedy!"

Lucas: "Tsk. Shirahoshi is an ancient weapon, the Poseidon. If I don’t leave a mark on her, I won’t be able to react in time if someone tries to kidnap her."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, lover boy."

With his preparations complete, Lucas took to the skies, his body streaking through the air as he set course for Kuraigana Island, home to the world’s strongest swordsman—Dracule Mihawk.

Kuraigana Island

The scene on the island was unusual.

Standing in the middle of a field, a green-haired swordsman swung his sword, releasing powerful flying slashes that tilled the soil like a farmer plowing a field.

Nearby, seated at a wooden table, Dracule Mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman, sipped a glass of red wine, watching with an amused expression.

"Hawkeye! Why the hell am I doing farm work?!"

Roronoa Zoro grumbled, glaring at Mihawk as he swung his sword to cut weeds.

Mihawk didn’t even blink. "If you can’t use your swordsmanship for something as simple as plowing land, how can you expect to master control in battle?"

Zoro gritted his teeth, swinging his three swords as a windstorm of slashes tore through the earth. "I became a swordsman to fight, not to do chores!"

Mihawk smirked. "Master control first, then learn to fight. If you can’t even slice vegetables properly, how will you ever defeat me?"

In the chat group, one member was furious.

Sword God Ryuma: "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! Isn’t that my sword, Shusui?! That brat is using my Great Grade sword to PLOW THE DAMN LAND?!"

Lucas: "Calm down. If it makes you feel any better, Mihawk uses his legendary black blade, Yoru, for rowing a boat."

Sword God Ryuma: "… I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS!"

Laughing, Lucas descended from the sky, landing in front of Mihawk.

Mihawk’s golden eyes locked onto him. "Lucas, the new Emperor… or should I say, the Marine traitor?"

Lucas’ face twitched. "Don’t call me a ‘Marine traitor.’ That bastard Sengoku only branded me like that so he could boost his own PR campaign."

Mihawk took a slow sip of his wine. "What do you want?"

Lucas grinned. "A few dead guys from the past sent their swordsmanship to me. I said you’re the world’s greatest swordsman to them, so they want me to test their techniques against you."

Mihawk’s eyes gleamed with excitement. "A swordsmanship duel? How interesting. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a worthy opponent."

Lucas smirked. "Then let’s not waste time."

Mihawk stood up, slowly drawing Yoru, the strongest black blade, its edge gleaming in the moonlight.

"Where is your sword?" Mihawk asked.

Lucas pointed at Zoro. "He’s holding it."

Zoro’s jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

Lucas walked over, grinning. "There’s a guy named Ryuma who wants me to take Shusui back."

Zoro tightened his grip on the black blade, eyes narrowing. "Bullshit! Ryuma gave me this sword himself! It’s mine!"

Chapter 53: Being Dug Up

In the chat group, Sword God Ryuma was fuming.

Sword God Ryuma: "What the hell is this green algae-headed brat talking about? I’ve been dead for centuries—how could I have personally handed him my sword?!"

Lucas: "Actually, it does have something to do with you."

Sword God Ryuma: "Nonsense! My bones should’ve rotted away by now! How could I possibly be involved in this?!"

Lucas: "Well… not only are your bones not rotten, but your flesh is perfectly preserved too. That’s what got you into this mess."

Sword God Ryuma: "…What?"

Pirate King Roger: "That sounds creepy as hell. Are you saying someone dug up his grave?"

Lucas: "Not just dug up—they turned him into a zombie."

Sword God Ryuma: "…"

Golden Lion Shiki: "Shihahaha! This is getting interesting! Tell me more!"

Lucas: "There was a pirate named Gekko Moriah. He had the Shadow-Shadow Fruit, which let him steal people’s shadows and put them into corpses, turning them into zombies."

Lucas: “He once went to Wano to fight Kaido, but he lose and got his original pirate crew decimated, but before he escape he dug up your grave and also stole Shuhui from Wano”

Sword God Ryuma: "Why would he chose me?!"

Lucas: "Of course. You were a legendary swordsman. He wanted your strength. But it wasn’t just you—he revived dozens of other strong figures too."

Pirate King Roger: "No way! Did he ever find my body?!"

Lucas: "Nope. Your grave was untouched."

Pirate King Roger: "Phew! That’s a relief."

Sword God Ryuma: "So let me get this straight… my corpse was enslaved, and then my sword was given away without my permission?!"

Lucas: "Pretty much. Your zombie lost to Zoro, and before dying, handed him Shusui."

Sword God Ryuma: "This is bullshit! Why should I acknowledge that?! First, my body gets stolen. Then my sword gets stolen. And now, I’m expected to accept this?! HELL NO!"

Lucas: "You’re right. I’ll take your sword back right now."

Lucas vanished from his spot, reappearing in front of Zoro in an instant. Without warning, he grabbed Shusui’s hilt and started pulling it from Zoro’s grasp.

Zoro’s eyes widened. "Oi! You bastard, what do you think you’re doing?!"

Lucas smirked. "You know the truth now, don’t you? This was never yours to begin with. Rather than saying Ryuma gave it to you, it would be more accurate to say Brook gave it to you."

Zoro froze. He hated to admit it, but Lucas was right. Still, his pride refused to let go so easily.

"That doesn’t mean you can just take it!" Zoro growled, gripping the sword even tighter.

Before things could escalate, Mihawk chuckled from the sidelines. "With your status, shouldn’t it be easy for you to obtain another famous sword? Why insist on taking this one?"

Lucas sighed, shaking his head. "It’s not my decision. This isn’t my sword—it belongs to Ryuma. And Ryuma just found out that someone dug up his grave, stole his body, stole his sword, and then gave it away without his consent. He’s understandably pissed off."

Hearing this, Mihawk’s expression changed. His golden eyes sharpened as he carefully analyzed Lucas.

"You really can communicate with the dead and acquire their swordsmanship?"

Lucas smirked. "What, you thought I was just talking nonsense?"

Zoro, still gripping Shusui, looked between Lucas and Mihawk. "You’re serious?!"

Lucas shrugged. "Dead serious. And right now, I need this sword. Maybe I’ll give it back to you when I’m done."

Mihawk crossed his arms, intrigued. "If you’re challenging me, you do need a suitable sword. After all, what I wield is the world’s strongest black blade—Yoru."

Lucas smiled. "It’s not just about fighting you. There’s more to it."

Inside the Chat Group

Sword God Ryuma: "Lucas, listen carefully. Shusui is only one of 21 Great Grade Blades, not a Supreme Grade Blades. But that difference comes from forging technique, not quality."

Lucas: "Meaning?"

Sword God Ryuma: "The biggest factor for black swords isn’t their original material—it’s the wielder’s Armament Haki. A black sword is forged through the Haki of its user. That’s what makes it powerful."

Sword God Ryuma: "For a swordsman, having a black blade that perfectly matches their Haki is critical. To slay a dragon, you need the right weapon. And you don’t have one yet."

Lucas: "And you’re saying Shusui…?"

Sword God Ryuma: "I personally forged it into a black blade. It’s perfectly attuned to my Haki and sword style. If you use it, you’ll be able to wield my swordsmanship and Haki techniques at full strength. This will increase your chances of slaying Kaido."

Ding! Sword God Ryuma has sent an exclusive red envelope [Armament Haki - Top Level] to group leader Lucas!

Chapter 54: The Battle of Top Swordsmen

Lucas was astonished after receiving the top-level Armament Haki from Sword God Ryuma.

Lucas: "As expected of the legendary dragon-slaying swordsman—you actually have two top-level skills. Ryuma, just how many top-level abilities do you have?"

Sword God Ryuma: "These are the only two. The rest are advanced-level."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Wait, wait, wait! Why does this guy have two top-level skills? I don’t accept this!"

Whitebeard: "Gurarara! I am Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world, and yet this guy has more top level skills than me? I call foul!"

Lucas: "Oh, come on. Do you even need to ask why? If you, Golden Lion, hadn’t wasted time on your floating kingdom, Roger hadn’t been obsessed with adventure, and Whitebeard wasn’t busy adopting every pirate as his son, you guys would each have three or four top-level abilities by now."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Tch… Is that so?"

Sword God Ryuma: "It makes sense. I never had any distractions—no grand dreams, no desire for adventure, no family to protect. My only pursuit was perfecting my swordsmanship. When I hit a bottleneck, I turned my focus to Haki, since it could further enhance my swordsmanship."

Lucas: "See? Nothing to be jealous about. Ryuma just used all the time and dedication you spent chasing your dreams to train exclusively in combat. In that sense… he's pretty similar to that green-haired swordsman standing near me."

Sword God Ryuma: "You’re comparing me to that green algae-head? You must be joking."

Lucas: "Not at all. You don’t realize how much effort this guy puts into training. He practically lives with his sword. If there’s anyone in this era who truly embodies your dedication to the blade, it’s him."

Fire Fist Ace: "Wait, you’re talking about Roronoa Zoro, right? Luffy’s swordsman? I’ve seen him in action before. He’s strong, no doubt, but is he really on Luffy’s level?"

Lucas: "Right now? Yeah, they’re about even. But in the long run? Zoro is definitely going to surpass Luffy. Why? Because Luffy relies on talent, while Zoro relies on pure effort."

Fire Fist Ace: "Luffy doesn’t train much?"

Lucas: "Not really. He mostly goofs around—until your death changed him. That’s when he finally understood the importance of training. Right now, he’s on an uninhabited island, training Haki under Rayleigh. When he comes back, he’ll be stronger than you were."

Fire Fist Ace: "...That’s good to hear."

Lucas: "But here’s the thing—while Luffy is training, so is Zoro. And given their completely different work ethics, there’s only one way for Luffy to avoid being surpassed."

Fire Fist Ace: "What way?"

Lucas: "He’d have to die before Zoro overtakes him."

Fire Fist Ace: "…"

Golden Lion Shiki: "Hahaha! That’s actually a solid strategy! Once you're dead, no one can ever beat you. Look at Roger—he’s literally undefeated now!"

Pirate King Roger: "Hey, hey, hey! What do you mean by that?!"

Golden Lion Shiki: "If you hadn’t let the Marines execute you, I would’ve hunted you down myself, killed you, and stolen your title as Pirate King. But now that you’re dead, no one can prove they’re stronger than you. It’s the perfect defense."

Lucas: "So basically, you’re saying you stormed Marineford because you were salty about Roger dying first? Damn, I thought it was out of love!"

Golden Lion Shiki: "Screw off!"

Kuraigana Island

Lucas stood before Mihawk, gripping the famous sword Shusui in his hand. The moment their gazes locked, the air grew tense.

A sudden wave of pressure erupted between them.

Zoro, standing nearby, found himself pushed back, his body instinctively recoiling from the sheer force of the clash.

"This… this is what it means to be a top swordsman…"

Zoro clenched his fists, a bitter smile forming on his lips.

"No wonder Luffy was completely outclassed during Marineford…"

"At our current level, we wouldn’t even be able to stand in their battle. We’d be swept away."

Despite the stark difference in power, Zoro’s determination didn’t waver—it only grew stronger.

Inside the Chat Group

Pirate King Roger: "Damn, this Mihawk guy is no joke. His swordsmanship is on par with the best of our era."

Golden Lion Shiki: "Lucas, use a different swordsmanship! Try out my swordsmanship against him!"

Whitebeard: "Gurarara! My naginata would be too much for him. It’s huge. He’d need to be my size to wield it properly."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Hold on a second. Is it just me, or is there something wrong with Mihawk’s eyes?"

Chapter 55: Idle or Nothing

Whitebeard: "Eyes? Eyes as sharp as an eagle's. They can even make a warrior lose his fighting spirit just by looking at them. That's Mihawk's characteristic. Otherwise, why is he called Hawkeye?"

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "But don’t you find such eyes a little... strange?"

Whitebeard: "What’s so strange about it? There are plenty of people with unique appearances in this world. I’m 6.66 meters tall, and you don’t see me making a fuss about it."

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "Are you serious?"

Whitebeard: "Of course! Look around—the world is full of unusual people. Roger’s nose hair is as long as his beard!"

Pirate King Roger: "Hahahaha! That’s true. It’s my trademark look!"

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "…"

Lucas: "You guys are overthinking it. This world’s mysteries are far beyond what you can imagine. I know what you're thinking, and I can tell you with certainty—this is NOT the Rinnegan from your world."

Fire Fist Ace: "What’s a Rinnegan?"

Lucas: "A special type of eye in the ninja world. It looks somewhat similar to Mihawk’s eyes—white eyeballs glowing with a faint purple light, with concentric circles made of black lines inside. It grants mysterious powers."

Pirate King Roger: "Mysterious power? What kind? How does it compare to a Devil Fruit?"

Lucas: "The Rinnegan allows you to control attraction and repulsion, steal souls and extract memories, transform your body into weapons, absorb ninjutsu, and even reverse life and death to resurrect the dead."

Fire Fist Ace: "Reverse life and death? You mean, it can bring people back to life?"

Golden Lion Shiki: "That sounds… ridiculous! Are you making this up?"

Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama: "I don’t know… My knowledge of the Rinnegan is limited to legend. But how does the group leader know so much?"

Lucas: "Heh. Not only do I know about it, but I also know that after your deaths, a pair of Rinnegan appeared in the ninja world, bringing great disasters to Konoha and the entire Ninja world."

First Hokage, Senju Hashirama: "Are you joking?"

Lucas: "No. But let’s drop the subject—talking to you guys while fighting Mihawk is too distracting."

Outside World

The battle between Lucas and Mihawk had grown increasingly intense.

The sheer shockwaves from their sword clashes stripped the ground bare, sending loose soil and rocks flying.

Neither of them had used Haki yet, relying solely on swordsmanship—and yet, the sheer force of their battle had already reshaped the landscape.

Lucas suddenly sheathed Shusui, standing firm as his sharp gaze locked onto Mihawk.

"The final showdown."

Mihawk smirked slightly, lifting Yoru, his world’s strongest black blade, and responded in kind:

"Come."

"Dragon Slash!"

"Black Slash!"

In the blink of an eye, both blades moved.

A blinding arc of steel carved through the sky, two shockwaves colliding with a force that split the clouds in half. The world seemed to stand still as the two figures flashed past each other—a single moment of absolute silence before the explosive aftermath shook the entire island.

Mihawk glanced down, noticing a clean cut across his coat—his first real wound in years.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "As expected of the legendary dragon-slaying swordsman… I lost."

Lucas grinned, lowering Shusui. "You're not bad either. You're just half a step away from reaching the peak of swordsmanship."

Mihawk let out a rare bitter smile. "Perhaps in swordsmanship, I still have hope. But compared to you…"

Lucas shrugged. "Compared to me? Don’t even bother. Genius and hard work don’t compare to pure cheating."

Mihawk sighed, turning away. "This duel gave me new insights. I have much to reflect on. You're welcome to stay at my castle as a guest—or leave as you wish. You could also stay and train the boy."

Lucas followed Mihawk’s gaze—right at Zoro, who was staring at him with burning determination.

Lucas smirked. "Train him? Forget it. Isn’t that your job?"

Inside the Chat Group

Fire Fist Ace: "Come on! You’re free anyway, why not teach him a little?"

Lucas: "Of course, you’d say that. He’s your brother’s second mate, so you’re naturally biased. But why should I waste my time?"

Ding! Golden Lion Shiki sent an exclusive red envelope [Armament Haki - Advanced] to group leader Lucas.

Lucas: "??? Golden Lion, are you out of your mind? You hate the Straw Hat Pirates!"

Golden Lion Shiki: "I know! That’s exactly why I want you to beat him up using my swordsmanship. Let him understand that my loss to them was not a fair fight!"