The North Blue was the sea that Rosan tended to frequent the most due to his connections with Fregate. It was natural that he knew about heavy hitters like the Germa Kingdom.

It was a seafaring kingdom that was ran by the Vinsmoke Family. Not much people knew the kingdom, along with its army Germa 66, actually existed. Their knowledge of the army only extended to its story and everything else was merely labeled a myth.

How nonsensical.

In a world where eating a fruit gave you a variety of abilities, people found an underground army mythical. It was fascinating how people managed to reach the conclusions that they did.

Well, he wasn't surprised. A majority of people either thought Reaper was a myth or that he was not human. Both were wrong.

But he digressed, Germa was very real. They were just elusive and did all their dealings, as he mentioned, underground. It was like his rival in the Grand Line, Joker but on a much larger scale.

He had spoken to Aiko as well and she was one of the few people who was aware of the existence of the kingdom. The woman was a big name in the North Blue these days and she was used to dealing with shady business (her partner was Reaper after all). She had taken part in her fair share of...less then legal dealings.

Mostly everyone that dealt with the Black Market knew of Germa's existence.

"Why the sudden interest in Germa anyways?" Aiko couldn't help but ask with a raised brow. They were in the lounge area of their castle (Rosan had teleported in without announcement as usual) and the leader decided to make tea for everyone there (mostly to calm her racing heart).

"We're gonna invade em!" Maro beamed in her spot on Akemi's lap. The 12 year old was laying down on their sofa with her head being subjected to rubbing from the 23 year old. She sighed in bliss at the attention she was receiving and Aiko could have sworn she saw her potted plant growing a little taller.

"You're gonna do WHAT?!" Aiko screeched. The 24 year old looked at the two as if they had grown a second head.

"Maro wanted to invade the Germa Kingdom and I agreed to it after weighing the benefits," Rosan explained, while calmly sipping his honey and lemon dipped (just how he liked it) tea. "Since we are going to invade them, I'd like to learn more about the Kingdom of Science. It will increase our rate of success this way and we can prepare for anything."

"G-Germa is an army, Rosan," Aiko pointed out, concern clear on her face. "You two are an insanely strong duo, but I don't think you guys can handle all of their grunts and their commanders."

"Aiko used to read to me about Germa 66 when we were kids," Akemi said worriedly. "Their commanders in particular, seem really powerful so you should be wary of them," she said, before going back to patting the lazing Maro.

"You should try a bit harder to convince them this is a bad idea. They listen to you more than me," Aiko grumbled at her younger sister.

"That's not true," Rosan said, getting a raised brow out of the leader. "I value your words more than you could imagine. You are one of the few people I actually listen to, you know," the 13 year old explained quietly to her and Aiko was not blushing in appreciation at his words.

She grumbled and looked away from the teen so that he couldn't see the embarrassment on his face.

"Maybe if it was Rosan's idea, but Maro was the one who thought of it and this little goblin always sees her plans out," Akemi sighed fondly at the girl lying in her lap.

The younger sister had discovered Maro when the bluenette had grown bored of Rosan and Aiko's business talk. She was getting better at understanding what they were speaking of but it was so boring.

She had wandered off to see if she could do something else, only to find Akemi and the two had hit it off immediately after one conversation.

It was probably because Akemi spoiled Maro rotten due to how adorable the girl was.

"You know me so well~," the goblin girl said cheekily and she nuzzled deeper into Akemi's gentle hands.

"It's not our intention to fight an army," Rosan said dryly. "Maro wanted to do an infiltration mission with stakes behind them and this is what she decided on," the teen explained to the sisters. He wanted his partner to start having more independent thoughts that weren't related to him and this was a step in the right direction.

"Mhm!" Maro nodded excitedly. "We're just going for their technology! Germa is said to be really advanced in science so I wanna steal some, or all, of it for ourselves!" She shook in excitement as she said that, just thinking of what she could possibly get from the kingdom of science, left her grinning wildly.

"Naturally, as our longtime partners, you get access to whatever we can find as well," Rosan explained and Aiko's eyes sparked in interest at that tidbit of info. The woman heard about Germa's technology and to say that she didn't want it, would be a bold faced lie.

"I can't convince you otherwise and the deal sounds way too good so...just be careful alright, you kids?" The gray haired older sister requested, unable to keep the worry out of her voice. She was like a big sister to these little idiots and damn it if anything happened to them, she'd be pissed.

"Naturally," Rosan said, forming a smile that he had been working hard to perfect. Aiko had to admit, the redhead sure was a boy of effort! It looked real!

"Aww! You act like such a hard-ass but you're really just a worrywart, Aiko-chan!" Maro gushed and the bluenette rushed to hug her.

"Right?" Akemi agreed readily, with a large smile on her face. "Under Aiko's tough exterior, is a pretty sweet person that can be seriously overprotective!"

"Can you guys not make fun of me?" Aiko grumbled in annoyance but she hugged the girl back.

"They are simply stating the truth. I've known you long enough to verify that you are a kind person," Rosan spoke softly.

"All of you are so annoying," the brown eyed woman glared.

"Odd way to say you love us~," Maro purred.

"We love you too!" Akemi gushed happily.

"It's fine to be honest with us," Rosan informed her.

Aiko really did hate them.

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Maro was excited and the girl was shaking at the prospect of doing something fun.

Her and Master's very first infiltration mission! On Germa! This was going to be awesome!

Rosan and Maro had planned perfectly on when to attack Germa. It had not taken the intelligent redhead long to find the elusive kingdom and, so as to have an easier time invading, the teen scouted them out for information.

Currently, they were in the East Blue because they had reason to believe that Germa was going to attack the kingdom of Cozia soon.

Rosan didn't come to the East Blue often. It was his least visited sea due to a variety of reasons. The biggest one, was that it was the sea the Hero of the Marines visited the most.

The bounties weren't very interesting either. Maro hated coming here because there was nobody interesting to fight, so they didn't come to the weakest Sea often.

With Germa being here though, the two had made their way over with haste. It had the added effect of being good practice for Maro as well!

The bluenette discovered that, with enough practice, she could use her blue flames to fly! The discovery was made soon after her fight with Rosan. Since she could use her blue flames to displace herself, what was stopping her from using it to soar through the sky like her Master?

Case in point, Maro and Rosan were hovering over what was no doubt the Germa Kingdom as they thought about their best course of action.

"So the moment they begin their invasion on Cozia, we go?" Maro asked curiously. It was simple enough but things didn't need to be complicated to be effective.

"Yes," Rosan confirmed. "Most of their army will be attacking the island and that will give us more freedom to take what we want."

The bluenette nodded excitedly. They were both naturally dressed as Grim and Reaper for their infiltration mission.

"Link, separate, regroup in case of battle?" The white clad girl asked.

"Link, separate, regroup in case of battle," the black clad boy repeated in confirmation. He tapped her head and instantly linked the two together.

"Testing, testing~," Maro sang as they successfully established a connection.

"Hello, Maro!" Mod called with a small smile on her face. The purple haired woman had grown quite fond of Rosan's student over the months. The girl had made good on her promise she declared so boldly to them and she was becoming a more and more valuable asset every day.

"Goblin!" Ram greeted cheekily. Seeing as Maro was no longer a life threatening hindrance to her Father, the silver haired girl no longer had an issue with the bluenette anymore. Maro had managed to completely prove her wrong and the ring respected her for being able to subvert her expectations like that.

"Mod-chan! Ram-chan! It's good to see you guys!" Maro greeted the two cheerfully. When the Dokkaebi learned that Rosan trained in his mindscape, she demanded to join him. This had the added effect of letting her hang out much more with the two, more talkative, inhabitants of her master's body.

Ram especially, warmed up to the girl over time after seeing her dedication to Rosan and the two had become good friends. All the ring wanted was for the girl to be useful and here she was, being useful. There would be no complaints from her.

"Seems that they've begun," Rosan idly remarked, as he watched a various amount of ships embark onto the island.

"It's showtime!" Maro cheered, as she activated her tiara. Grim hugged Reaper and vanished from sight.

"Good luck, Master," the Oni said and she rocketed downwards to the Kingdom.

"That girl has no patience," Mod sighed with a fond smile.

"Don't get left behind, Father," Ram demanded competitively.

Rosan nodded and camouflaged himself. It was time to grab anything of value from Germa.

With that, Reaper flew downwards.

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Grim, currently invisible, landed on Germa's territory with a thud. The white clad girl let out a tiny "oops" before verifying that no one was around her to hear that noise.

Germa was pretty weird. The "territory" of the kingdom was comprised of platforms surrounded by railings, that were built on the shells of large snails. Said snails also doubled as ships, that were currently being used to invade the island of Cozia.

The Oni had chosen to land on, what was probably, the main part of the kingdom (if the huge castle was anything to go by) and she was sure Master was gonna land here too.

This was probably where all the goodies were!

The castle seemed mostly barren and all the soldiers were gone so that left the non combatants.

They would be easy to get past. She just needed to not touch them.

Reaper's right hand thought about barging through the main entrance, but this was a stealth mission! She didn't want to attract attention!

Besides, Master was probably going to have a way easier time entering the castle and Aiko expressed an interest in their scientific technology so she'd look for that! She was sure the leader of Fregate would appreciate her efforts!

She remembered Reaper's warning and hummed. Her partner had told her, in a tone that brook no argument, to "Avoid Vinsmoke Judge."

Vinsmoke Judge was apparently the head of the Vinsmoke Family, the rulers of Germa, and as such they probably couldn't take him one on one.

Despite the curiosity of seeing how strong he was, Grim did not fancy fighting a losing battle. Her Devil Fruit may be strong, but she was still young! Master was scarcely wrong so, if he wanted her to avoid Judge, she would avoid him.

Besides, she wasn't here for battle! She was here to pillage! Her blood demanded that she take everything of value in this kingdom and she was always one to follow her heart!

The Oni summoned one of Rosan's bags with a wave of her club and headed in a random direction with a skip in her step.

It was time to see if Germa had anything worth stealing!

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A camouflaged Reaper landed in the front of the castle without making a sound.

The Angel of Death placed a palm on the castle walls and did a quick Scan of the building.

He paused at what he was sensing. There were 6 people in the building currently. 5 of them were condensed in one area near the bottom and the final one was by themselves in a room near the top. Despite being alone, Reaper's scan deduced that they were a much bigger threat.

That was likely Judge. It seems that he had chosen to not attack Cozia along with his soldiers yet.

He doubted this castle actually had anything of value (it struck him as too lavish for that), but Grim made it clear she wasn't interested in going here so he'd be the one to do it. Just because it probably had nothing interesting, didn't mean it had nothing. He was sure he would find something good here.

Besides, he was much better at being incognito then his partner was.

The Shinigami modified a hole into the castle and stepped inside. A second later, said hole closed and Reaper made his way deeper in. He summoned two of his scouting bugs and had them track the two groups of people.

He wanted to ensure their location constantly so as to not run into them by accident. He did not want them to find each other, lest the mission get ruined.

This was a stealth mission after all.

His little scouts flew off and the obsidian winged Angel floated in a direction that would avoid the two, the single presence in particular.

It wouldn't be hard. One was at the very top and the others were at the very bottom.

Now, let's see what this castle had for him.

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The fun stuff always had to be watched over. Honestly, why didn't they just leave it out in the open for any onlookers to see!

Grim had quickly found something of interest and it seemed to be where they kept their weapons!

The only issue was that it was being guarded and that sucked.

Luckily, she was invisible and that meant she could get away with any shenanigans she had planned.

The white clad Oni had moved out of sight of the two unassuming soldiers blocking the door and was currently smiling cheekily to herself. This was a stealth mission but as long as she didn't get caught, she wouldn't fail!

Grim summoned her blue flames and palmed it. Then, as if she was a pitcher, she launched the flame in the direction opposite of the building she wanted to invade.

The resounding boom, made her grin madly.

Like she predicted, the guards, being one of the few ones not invading the island, immediately went to check the noise. They would probably think someone from Cozia managed to sneak in an attack and would search for a foe that didn't exist.

Or well, a foe they just couldn't see~

Honestly, she was too smart for her own good! Now she had free reigns to explore this building even if they did come back! They had not once, looked inside the building they were watching while she observed them so she was safe!

Grim took that opportunity without hesitation. Pushing the door open and shutting it behind her, the right hand of Reaper hummed a tune to herself as she walked past all manner of weapons.

None of them really caught her interest. They were just weapons and that wasn't exciting (she saw some type of energy weapons though and decided that Master and Ram would appreciate them)! She wanted something a bit more fun!

The fun stuff was always most heavily guarded in the deepest parts of a room so that's where she would go!

She was growing more and more bored as she went deeper and the girl was getting slightly disappointed. Wasn't Germa supposed to be big and terrifying because of how advanced they were? Were they just hiding all of it?

Of course not. Something told her the kingdom of science were quite arrogant and thought too highly of themselves. They probably didn't think they would ever be infiltrated!

As Grim was musing to herself, a piece of paper caught her eye. Upon closer inspection, she identified it as a blueprint, with a journal next to it, and picked it up in curiosity.

Her eyes glittered in fascination.

"A Raid Suit...?" She muttered to herself before picking the journal up and reading its content.

The Dokkaebi grinned.

She wanted this bad. Imagine if her and Master changed their cloaks to be as amazing as the Raid Suit! What it was capable of seemed so damn useful and it would be a massive increase in strength for the two!

Boost in physical abilities, water proof, resistant to fire, bullet proof, and it had some goofy looking boots that let you hover and accelerate!

Okay so maybe she didn't want a carbon copy because the design was seriously goofy. But she wanted one with all its capabilities!

Apparently they had created 6 Raid Suits and each one was biometrically locked to the commanders, who were genetically modified. Looks like she couldn't steal them then… that meant they had to somehow craft them.

That genetically modified commanders part, had her rather interested but there wasn't much information on that in the journal.

Looking at the blueprints, had Grim scratching her head too. There was no way she'd be able to make this on her own and she didn't think this was Reaper's field of expertise either.

"Master?" The Oni called.

"Yes?" The Shinigami replied and Grim explained the situation of the raid suits to him.

"You said they are biometrically locked?" Reaper asked and Grim hummed in affirmation.

"Yeah, why?"

"I believe I have found one of the Raid Suits. Are they always in suit form?"

"Nope, apparently they start off as a canister that can transform. Do you see one of those, Master?"

"Yes, this one is a green canister with a white 4 on it. I found it in a child's room. I'll steal it as reference," the Angel of Death said.

"Sweet! Also, there's no way we can make one on our own," The Dokkaebi said bluntly. It was too difficult and though Rosan could maybe learn it eventually, that would take too long and she was nothing if impatient.

Reaper was silent for a moment before he said "Understood, I'll kidnap a scientist from Germa and have them do what we want."

Grim sweatdropped at his declaration but decided that it was probably the best course of action to get the suits as quickly as possible. "How do you plan on getting him to obey? Torture?" she asked.

"No, torture is too ineffective for long term working. You'll see when we're done," the black clad Angel said. "Now, store all the materials, even the ones we don't need."

"Way ahead of you, I'm taking everything!" Grim replied gleefully, as she did just that. There was no way she'd leave anything here! She was not a weapons expert like Master so she didn't see the value in them but Reaper certainly would.

"Right, I'll leave you to it." With that, Reaper cut the connection between the two.

Grim was beginning to find stealth missions really fun! It had a certain charm to it that wasn't just beat the hell out of anyone that they wanted to and the white clad Oni enjoyed that. She really did enjoy beating the hell out of anyone though...

The disguised Dokkaebi greedily took every single thing of interest in the room and stored it in her bag.

She was going to be getting a Raid Suit one way or another!

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This looked like a room he wasn't supposed to go in.

Naturally, that meant he would be going in. It probably held valuable assets that were just begging to be taken.

Reaper had just finished his conversation with Grim before finding this room. He had been in some child's room who had the canister he mentioned previously.

Based on Grim's explanation, the Raid Suits were meant for the commanders which meant either the current commanders were into some questionable things, or they had children in the midst.

Perhaps this was for Judge's child. He couldn't see any other reason why there would only be 6 Raid Suits and a child got access to one.

Unfortunately, Judge was going to have to make another one for whoever Green 4 was because his Raid Suit now belonged to Reaper.

The Raid Suit sounded interesting. If he were able to make one, in combination with Modification, he'd be able to have a Raid Suit that didn't look as ridiculous as Grim claimed they would be.

An Angel did not need a cape. Or hovering boots.

It was likely that he'd just modify the appearance of the Raid Suit, while keeping all of its bonuses. Reaper knew Grim was going to make him do that for her own suit and he did not see the point in swapping out his signature black and white cloak.

Now he just needed to find a competent scientist here that could make the Raid Suit.

It seemed that fortune favored him because, as he entered the room he was no doubt not supposed to be in, he was greeted by the strange sight of a scientist manning a bunch of… humans? Inside of liquid filled capsules.

Reaper tilted his head as he noticed something.

None of these humans looked unique. There was at least a dozen others that shared an appearance to each other.

Clones then.

"Grim," Reaper called.

"Master?" She replied curiously.

"It seems that Germa's army is so powerful because they can make clones," he explained causing Grim's eyes to widen.

"That's…wow!" She exclaimed in awe. "There's no way we're not stealing that right?"

"Naturally, it even comes with a scientist," he said softly.

"Awesome! I think this was pretty successful so we can wrap this up soon!" His partner replied with a cheer.

"Right. I will take anything of value in here then," Reaper told her.

"Have fun~," Grim said and the connection cut.

Reaper was not one to waste time. The lone scientist had yet to notice his presence and he was going to keep it that way.

The Angel of Death quietly made his way over to the man and in a matter of seconds, he chopped him, knocked him unconscious, and dumped him into his Pocket Dimension.

It was done without a single noise. The scientist hadn't even been able to gasp before getting dumped in his dimension.

He wasn't remotely interested in the already developing clones so he'd leave them be, but the technology used to make them would be imperative.

Did he want clones? No. If he wanted more clones he would have given Angel and Demon siblings. He believed in quality over quantity and those 2 were quality enough that he didn't want more.

Would it still be useful to have? Yes. If Aiko had a clone army, Fregate would be unstoppable. Convincing her wouldn't be difficult either. That woman was ruthless when it came .

With that, Rosan took everything of value that wasn't a clone and placed it in his Pocket Dimension. His newly acquired scientist couldn't work from scratch after all. Though…he'd probably leave him with Aiko, Reaper would rather not have anyone he didn't trust on his ship.

"You're ruthless, Father," Ram commented in admiration.

"You're nonchalance is scary," Mod teased with a slight smile.

"Thank you," Reaper said softly.

"That wasn't a compliment."

"Mine was!"

"Of course it was."

"What is that supposed to mean, Auntie Mod?!"

"Stop calling me Auntie Mod you spoiled little —."

Reaper tuned them out for a moment as something interesting was relayed back to him by his bug.

Something in the lower part of the castle.

Oh? A Dungeon? And it appeared that it had a prisoner in it too.

Normally he wouldn't have cared (he still didn't) but the prisoner looked rather young and he was currently being assaulted. For what reason did they have a child locked up? He almost looked to be the same age Rosan was when he was captured back on…

This required investigation.

"Uh oh," Ram said but she sounded excited.

"I figured Maro was going to be the one to mess up the mission but if it's Rosan, then I guess it's fine. I'm much more used to him messing missions up anyways," Mod mused. Rosan hardly did something of his own volition these days so whenever he did, everyone just watched with bated breaths and thinly veiled interest.

Reaper said nothing, already making his way to the dungeon.

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Sometimes, Vinsmoke Sanji wondered why he didn't get turned into a monster like his siblings. If he did, he wouldn't be living in a hell like this, despised by all his family members barring his dead mom and his older sister.

These thoughts really only came to him when he was getting beat on by his brothers, like right now.

Vinsmoke Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji took a sadistic glee in stomping on their brothers fetal body while Reiju listened in with a stony expression.

The little blonde boy had tears streaming down his masked face, as his brothers cruelly beat him down. They hurled insult after insult with sadistic smiles on their face and Sanji could do nothing but endure.

"Dad, help!" He begged for something he knew was not going to happen.

Reiju frowned deeply at what was happening to her only brother with emotions. Sanji, he didn't deserve this at all! He was a kind boy and her mother had been nothing but proud of him for being something his other siblings were not.

To see him reduced to this was… disgusting! She was deeply disappointed in her father for allowing this to happen to her younger brother. He was cruel and heartless and she despised him for going to such extents just because Sanji wasn't like them.

Hearing her little brother cry from the abuse, broke her heart but she couldn't do anything about it, for fear of retaliation from her brothers. She couldn't go against all 3 of them and if she defended Sanji, they'd turn their aggression towards her.

The sound of the dungeon cell opening, cut her musings off. The pink haired girl paused as she heard that and her confusion amplified.

Was it food? No, Sanji wasn't scheduled to get dinner for a few more hours.

She ruled her siblings out as well because all 3 were currently in his cell.

So that left…her father? He was the only other person, besides a few guards, that knew Sanji was down here. But why would he be down here? He had not once visited her blonde brother since locking him up and seemed content to leave it that way.

There was also the fact that besides the cell door opening, there was no other sound. Reiju almost believed someone left the door open! There was no indication that someone else was in the dungeons.

Not even footsteps.

Reiju, who had tensed up, allowed herself to relax again. It must have just been a rat or somethin —

"Oh?" A soft voice said in front of her and the girl jumped up in surprise with a small squeal. The sound of violence stopped immediately as her brothers no doubt heard that.

Soon, the source of the voice revealed itself and when it did, Reiju's blue eyes widened in recognition and a hint of fear.

She knew who this was. Who didn't? At this point, everyone in the Blue Seas was aware of this person's identity.

Black cloak with white streaks that covered them from head to toe, a cold unfeeling presence, an unknown pressure, a faint red glow under their hoodie covered face.

And those signature majestic obsidian wings, that looked to be devoid of all light.

Yes, Reiju was looking at Reaper, the Angel of Death, in all their glory.

What was he doing here?!

How had he gotten in? Why had there not been an alert? W-was he just invisible? He had appeared right in front of her with no prompting and was now eyeing her through the endless black of his hidden face.

Were the rumors about him actually true?!

"Being a bystander, can be even worse then being the abuser," Reaper said idly to her with a tilted head, causing her to flinch. "It means that at the end of the day, you're complying with what they are doing. Do not consider yourself righteous because you haven't taken part in it, that only makes you a weak coward."

She reeled at his words as they slammed into her viciously. The last thing she expected was for Reaper to be here scolding her and for those words to hit so close to home! How could he tell what she was thinking just by looking at her? Was she that easy to read?!

The obsidian winged Angel did not bother to wait for a response. He floated down the steps to where her 4 brothers were located and made eye contact with every one of them.

Even Sanji, despite struggling, was wondering just who this person was.

"Wait...I know you!" Ichiji said with a raised brow, showing no fear whatsoever. "You're Reaper right? The Angel of Death? What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, taking a threatening step forward. This one had red hair and a red shirt with the number 1 on it.

Sanji's eyes widened as he heard that. This was Reaper? The Angel of Death was very famous in the Blue Seas. What were they doing here?

It was said that wherever the Shinigami appeared, someone was going to die. Maybe they were here for the blonde? He was the only injured one and maybe they were worse than he initially thought...

His fears were seemingly confirmed as Reaper ignored Ichiji's question and turned their hooded face towards the 3rd brother.

"How old are you?" Reaper suddenly asked the blonde, who recoiled in fear.

"I-I'm 8," Sanji replied hesitantly. At that moment, the blonde really did fear for his life.

"Why are you here, imprisoned?"

Sanji was confused at that question but he answered regardless. "Because I'm a failure…"

"I see," was all they said and he seemingly dismissed the boy there. Sanji let out a sigh of relief as the pressure abated and stared warily at the Shinigami.

"Tell me, do you take pleasure in attacking a person who cannot defend themselves?" Reaper asked the three perpetrators in that neutral tone of his.

"Yes," Niji said bluntly with a smile on his face. He had blue hair, with shades and a blue shirt that had the number 2.

"Why? He is already a prisoner so what's the point of continuing to torture him?" Reaper asked another question. He didn't seem as curious as his question portrayed but they had heard he was a man of few words.

Reiju had heard many rumors about Reaper and now she didn't know which was true because right now, he was having a seemingly polite conversation with everyone there. Wasn't he supposed to be some type of murdering machine?

"Because it's fun and he's weak," Yonji said as if that explained everything. "Since we're stronger than that failure, can't we do whatever we want with him?"

"That is true," Reaper admitted in agreement. "The strong are allowed to dictate how the weak live, I agree with that sentiment."

Sanji shrunk as he heard that. For just a moment, he thought Reaper was on his side. Seems like it was too good to be true.

"In any other situation, I would not have even showed up," the Shinigami told everyone there. "I do not typically care what you people do. Unfortunately, the circumstances of this situation are filling me with undesirable memories."

"Torturing an imprisoned child is not something I'm fond of," the Angel of Death finished truthfully.

What he was witnessing reminded him of his days imprisoned on Daybreak. It didn't help that the blonde boy was around the same age as him at the time. It filled his empty heart with…something and he deduced that stopping this would satisfy him.

Or not. It was worth trying regardless.

"Oh? So what are you gonna do about it?" Ichiji asked already getting ready for a fight. His 2 other brothers followed suit they looked raring to go.

"I'm going to dictate how the weak live," Reaper replied softly.

"Man you can be so badass sometimes!" Ram gushed in awe at the words of her father.

"Grim, I have revealed myself, wrap up what you are doing."

"You did?! What happened?" Grim asked curiously.

"I ran into something that reminded me of my past."

"Will you explain it later after we leave?" His partner asked. She didn't know anything about his past and that was fine with her but to say she wasn't curious, would be a lie.

"Naturally."

"Alright! I'll get ready then we can meet up, try not to be too long!"

"Okay."

Before anyone could react, Reaper vanished, only to appear in front of Yonji. The Angel of Death delivered a vicious punch to the boys cheek that sent the surprised boy flying.

Reaper paused to look at his fist. "His skin is hard. Are these the genetically modified commanders? I didn't expect all of them to be young."

"The green one you just hit must be the owner of the canister you stole. It's safe to assume that they all have their own."

"They all look rather similar as well," Ram mused taking a look at their swirly eyebrows. "Genetically modified quadruplets then? Maybe the blonde boy's modification failed, I can see that he has similar features to them through that overkill of a mask."

"That's out of his control and his own siblings choose to treat him like this?" Mod frowned at their cruelty. That didn't seem fair to the child, why do this to him when he didn't even look old enough to make the decision to be genetically modified.

Sanji watched in shock as Reaper casually sent the 4th brother flying into a wall. Even through their hard skin? Sanji never even made them flinch!

Reiju was just as surprised. One second it was rather peaceful, if not tense, and the next, Reaper had moved faster than they could react, landing a solid hit on her youngest brother...and it worked!

Maybe those rumors really did have some merit!

"It seems I will have to hit you all harder," Reaper concluded and his gloves were replaced by Ram's own combat gloves. These were changed a bit to hide his hands fully. It would do no good if they saw a glimpse of his skin that his regular combat gloves showed.

"Yay! It's my time!" Ram cheered but she dialed down her bloodlust.

He was aiming to knock them unconscious, not kill.

This was a stealth mission after all.

Yonji pulled himself up and rubbed the cheek that got hit. It looked a little dented but he easily fixed it back into place.

The 3 brothers were a lot more wary now at the threat in front of them. He moved quicker than they could react and just one punch, that didn't even seem to be his strongest, was enough to hurt them through their exoskeleton.

Reaper's reputation seemed well earned.

The slight lull was broken by the 3 brothers charging the Shinigami at once. They all came in from a different angle so as to split his attention.

"They have good teamwork," Reaper thought as he saw 2 going low and one going high. They would be formidable in the future when they properly aged, in conjunction with the raid suits that they had.

Unfortunately, this was not the future.

The Shinigami floated above the two going low (Blue and Green) and grabbed the one who went high (Red). Clutching the boy with the 1 on his shirt, he flew higher and higher until he slammed the boys head into the ceiling. His fellow redhead crashed through with a thud before Reaper gripped him again and threw him to the floor.

Ichiji couldn't even make a move as Reaper slammed into his belly with one foot, indenting the ground beneath him.

His eyes bugged and spittle flew out his mouth as he was knocked unconscious from the force of the blow.

"Easy!" Ram preened at the easy knockout.

Sanji's eyes had bugged at seeing the sight of one of his tormentors, knocked into dreamland with minimal effort. Was he dreaming? This nightmare had drastically transformed into something a lot more pleasant and he wasn't sure he wanted to wake up.

Reiju was being overwhelmed by the events of what was happening today. It was all so surreal that she must have been dreaming. This seriously made no sense at all to the pinkette and she was convinced she was going insane.

A small part of her felt a vindictive pleasure watching her brothers get beat up.

Reaper was curious to see how unfazed the two remaining brothers were at seeing Red get effortlessly knocked out. They displayed no amount of fear and it was rather curious.

Everyone displayed even the slightest amount of fear at the unknown entity known as Reaper, but their eyes betrayed nothing of the sort.

"A side effect of the genetic modifications maybe…," Mod mused.

"Heh, Ichiji got taken out pretty easily," Niji remarked with a smirk on his face.

"It was fast too!" Yonji cackled. "Seems like we're next," the green haired brother remarked.

"Looks like it," the blue haired brother said with a grin before they charged the Angel of Death.

Reaper watched the odd brothers with a tilted head. The Shinigami caught a fist from Green and raised a brow at the power behind it. He was strong for his age. Very strong. That punch was strong enough to casually break bones.

His own reinforced bones could attest to that. Unfortunately for them, he had an unfair regeneration that quickly patched up the injury.

Shoving the green brother back, he grabbed an extended foot from Blue and used him as a living weapon by ramming his flying body into Green, bowling the boy over.

Reaper, wanting to finish this, appeared in front of the two and grabbed them both by the head. He tensed before slamming them into the wall repeatedly until they were knocked unconscious. The wall dented at the repeated slamming and he unceremoniously dropped the two.

Sanji and Reiju flinched at the rather brutal display but they knew that their brothers skin was made of tough stuff.

"They will be strong when they are older," Reaper said softly, catching their attention. "And you will be punished more harshly as a result." This was directed towards the blond prisoner, who flinched from his truthful words.

"What will you do?" The Angel of Death asked quietly. He was directly in front of the beat up little boy and the only thing separating them was the cage.

Reiju watched, frozen, as Reaper spoke to the only brother she actually cared about. Their words replayed in the back of her mind and she resolutely moved to stop them.

The obsidian winged Angel glanced back at her, freezing her on the spot. "How very odd, unlike your 3 brothers, the 2 of you are showing a very real fear," was all the Shinigami said before he deemed her as a non threat and focused his attention back onto Sanji.

Sanji looked at the black clad figure before him, before realizing that was a genuine question directed to him.

"If...if I could anything..." the blonde's squeaky voice hesitantly started. "...I don't wanna be here anymore. I wanna run away and leave Germa!" He exclaimed as a waterfall of tears cascaded down his masked face.

"If I leave here… I'll never have to see Dad again," Sanji sobbed in misery at the torture he'd been put through. Reiju's eyes became a little foggy at the pure pain in her brother's voice.

She needed to help him escape, even if it meant going through Reaper themselves.

"You're father did this to you?" Reaper asked with a tilted head. "Vinsmoke Judge?"

"Y-yes," the 8 year old sobbed. "H-he called me a failure and locked me in here for 6 months!"

"How awful," Mod said with a frown on her face. What type of parent did this to their children? First he willingly modified them, then, when one failed, he threw him in the trash as if he were useless.

He was scum.

"I see," Reaper said softly as he digested the new information. "What will you do?" He repeated his question and Sanji focused watery eyes onto the man.

"I-I want to leave a-and become a cook!" He exclaimed with passion. Everyone may have laughed at his dream but he would remain steadfast in his goal.

"You want to become a cook?" The Angel of Death asked softly and he stared into those resolute gray-blue eyes. Despite the pain he was in, they were utterly determined when discussing his dream.

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"Yes!" Sanji exclaimed and, even though there were tears falling down his face, the confidence in his answer was admirable.

"Okay," Reaper simply said before summoning his black scythe making Sanji yelp in fear and forcing Reiju to tense up in preparation for battle.

"Stand back, you cannot become a chef in there."

Sanji blinked dumbly before his body automatically took a step back. They both watched in disbelief as Reaper swiftly swung that giant scythe and it cut through the cell like butter. He repeated the process a few more times until an opening for the prisoner was made.

"Such a strong resolve does not deserve to be stifled and killed here," Reaper told the awed boy. Reiju's mouth was opened in shock at the compliment and at the fact that Reaper had freed her brother.

Who was the Angel of Death really?

Sanji hesitantly stepped through the cage and came face to face with his savior.

Reaper was taller than the boy and exuded an intimidating pressure. He couldn't see anything under their mask except for a faint glow and he couldn't even tell what their gender was!

"You...you freed me?" Sanji said in disbelief and for the first time, he didn't look afraid of the Angel of Death. Just confused.

"You cannot become a cook in there," the Shinigami said simply and Sanji's eyes widened as he heard that.

"Why aren't you making fun of my dream?" He asked quietly. No one but his mother had taken his dream seriously and the boy didn't know how to react to the idea that anyone else could believe him.

"It's not in my nature to make fun of a person with such conviction. No matter what their dream may be," Reaper replied softly. "You fully believe that you can become a cook after being imprisoned for an unknown amount of time, why would I not believe you if this can't change your resolve?"

Sanji felt his tears reforming as he digested the words and the boy let out a sob at the overwhelming emotions.

Someone believed him! Someone thought he could be a cook! The boy almost collapsed in relief at the positive reinforcement from a source that wasn't his deceased mother.

"Why do we always run into a child with some fucked up life," Ram sighed.

"Language...but I agree. This world is cruel and even the safety of your parents, are not guaranteed," Mod said with a frown on her face. The safety of your parents...

"You should not show your tears so boldly," Reaper commented idly. "People will think you weak."

Reiju watched all this with her own tears brimming. The first person besides her mother to support her brother's dream, was a person who hunted people down. It said a lot about their family that Sanji was finding solace in a renowned murderer.

Reaper bent down to the child's height and touched the mask. After deducing that it wasn't Seastone but iron, he gave the boy a warning to brace himself and unceremoniously ripped it apart with his bare hands.

Both siblings gawked at the casual show of strength from the man who was supposed to be wielding a scythe. He was good at hand to hand combat and physically strong too?!

"Pink," Reaper said suddenly, looking at the oldest Vinsmoke sibling, who jumped at being addressed. "I will escort Yellow outside of the building, you secure him an escape and make sure no one will see him," he instructed.

Reiju gawked at the audacity of the figure before her. "You come here, knock out my brothers, release a prisoner and now you're giving me orders?!" Her voice was full of disbelief.

"Yes," he said bluntly making her eye twitch. "You didn't jump to the aid of your other brothers, but the moment you thought Yellow was in danger, you were about to intervene. Right, Pink?"

The 11 year old glared at him for noticing that. "Why can't I just escort him then?" After a pause she added "And my name's Reiju! Not Pink!"

"I-I'm Sanji," the 3rd brother chose to introduce himself as well.

"You are one of Germa's commanders Reiju. If you were caught helping Sanji escape, you'd need to escape as well," Reaper explained and she didn't like how smart he seemed to be.

He was right though and it would be really bad for her because she couldn't disobey her father's orders.

"Even so, I won't leave Sanji alone with you," she declared to the Shinigami. Reaper himself had called her a bystander and dammit he was right! The least she could do, was spend time with her little brother before he escaped this place for good.

"Okay, be mindful that you don't get caught," the Shinigami said simply and Reiju was shocked at how easily they conceded. She just dumbly nodded as a result, unable to muster up a response.

Reaper was one of the strangest individuals she had ever met!

"Good, now follow me Sanji, Reiju," Reaper spoke softly and he floated away slowly. The freed boy and his sister moved to follow him after a moment's hesitation. The moment they stepped through the door, the Shinigami paused for a split second.

"Be prepared for a meeting with your father," the Angel of Death said suddenly causing Sanji to freeze in terror and Reiju's eyes to widen.

Wasn't he supposed to be helping with the island…? What was he doing here and why was he in their way?!

"W-why?" He stammered.

"The path to exit is currently being blocked by him," was all he said before summoning his signature scythe.

"Grim, to me. Prepare for combat."

"Calling me personally? What, are we fighting Vinsmoke Judge?" Grim joked cheerfully, already pivoting her path to where Reaper was.

"Most likely."

There was a silence before Grim replied in a way that let Reaper know she was grinning ear to ear.

"This trip turned out even more fun than I thought!" The Oni cackled in glee. "I'm on my way!"

"Don't underestimate our opponent."

"Oh I won't~," she replied before cutting their connection.

Grim seemed to be the only one excited at the prospect of running into Judge. Sanji was shaking in his boots, Reiju was preparing to hide and Reaper didn't feel anything.

"I never expected you to go so off the rails with your plan," Mod commented offhandedly with a small smile on her face.

"I suppose that's a good thing," Reaper said softly.

"It means I'm unpredictable. Even to myself."

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Vinsmoke Judge had not been expecting to see his 3rd son running free with Reaper, the Angel of Death. He could not see Reiju due to the girl hiding behind a corner.

He couldn't care less that Sanji was free, if the boy wanted to escape he would let him. The person he was currently traveling with was an issue though.

"What are you doing, Sanji?" Judge asked in surprise, regarding his failure of a son with a critical eye. "Why are you out of your cell and what are you doing with Reaper?!"

Sanji flinched before his eyes hardened. No... He wouldn't allow his father to cow him moments before he escaped. "I...I'm getting out of this kingdom and you can't stop me!" The 8 year old boy declared resolutely, standing firm in the face of the head of his family.

"You tell him kid!" Ram cheered. He had guts, standing up to his dad like that! He cried a lot, which she hated, but she could respect anyone with a backbone!

"That's quite the tongue you've gotten while imprisoned," Judge idly remarked, eyeing the silent Reaper the entire time. The obsidian winged Angel was content to stand there and politely listen to them talk and it bothered the patriarch of Germa. Finally, after deeming that he wasn't attacking yet, he focused his attention back onto Sanji.

"There is no easy sea where a normal and weak kid like you can survive on your own," Judge told the boy matter of factly, staring down his surprisingly angry son. "You'll either die or hold Reaper back in some way that will get the both of you killed!"

Reaper had no intention of letting this boy travel with him but he wouldn't tell that to the blonde man.

Sanji's glare deepened and he snarled out a "So what?! You can't stop me!"

"Well that's a relief!" Judge suddenly said, making the blonde freeze in unexpected surprise. "I guess I am human after all. Even though you're useless, I couldn't muster up the resolve to kill my own son..."

"But you'll go away voluntarily? Without me having to do anything about it?"

Tears started brimming in Sanji's eyes and he began shaking at the words being said. T-This wasn't how he had expected the meeting to go! He thought his father would try harder to keep him locked up but to know that he cared so little about him, that he'd let him run away without stopping him... it was overwhelming him with negative emotion.

"I'm not gonna stop you. The only one I'll be stopping is Reaper," his father said bluntly, relieved that Sanji actually wanted to get out of here.

Reaper remained silent as he watched the exchange with a tilted head.

"But can I ask just one last favor as your father, Sanji?" Judge asked the teary eyed boy and it was the most serious he had seen his father yet.

"Don't ever admit that I'm your father…," he began gravely, closing his eyes. "...in front of other people!"

Sanji felt his heart drop as he heard that and the tears began flowing freely. The boy let out a choked sob at the thought that he had been so willingly disowned by his own father without any hesitation.

Judge, heartless asshole that he was, did not care whatsoever. "It's a shame that I don't want anyone to know!" The blonde man claimed cruelly. "You understand that don't you, Sanji?"

It was as if all the fight had been drained out of Sanji. The boy held his head down and began shaking uncontrollably. Finally, the blonde could hold it back no longer and he began sobbing uncontrollably. The anguish was too much for the little boy and he wailed his pain to the world.

"And the father of the year award goes to," Ram said sarcastically though inwardly, she was seething. If Father ever said that to her, she would want to die immediately. To be denied by the one who created you, could be a fate worse than death and in her eyes, it was. Her heart (for once) went out to Sanji and the silver haired girl frowned deeply.

"What an awful human being." Mod was utterly furious with the human man standing before her. What type of parent would so cruelly do this to the child they had brought into the world? Vinsmoke Judge was a cold monster and she would gladly end his life if given the opportunity.

At least Rosan's biological mother had abandoned him instead of raising him in a toxic environment. That woman would probably be... No. Mod would not allow herself to get any angrier.

Rosan wondered how he would have reacted if his Mama had said those words to him. He would probably go through a breakdown worse than the one he had on Daybreak honestly. The boy cherished his mother and her words dearly and if she said such harsh things to him, he'd be irreparably destroyed for a long time.

Truthfully, Reaper was doing things here in a way that he suspected he would do if he did have emotions. He wasn't able to feel anything at the moment, so he thought finding something that would normally have him react, would trigger a feeling inside of him.

What would his former self do if he saw an eerily reminiscent sight similar to his time on Daybreak? Investigate and intervene most likely and so that's what he did.

What would he do if he saw such resolve in a place where there should only be helplessness? Help retain that person's resolve most likely.

So what would he do if the main culprit of such abuse was in front of the former version of himself? Kill them most likely.

So that's what he would do.

"Go," Reaper said softly to the sobbing boy and his hidden sister. "I will make sure he doesn't change his mind and seek to recapture you," the Shinigami declared quietly.

"Go become a cook, I hope that one day I'll be able to eat your food."

The blonde boy, despite his crying, heard the winged figure and nodded shakily. "It'll b-be t-the best meal you've ever had!" The crying boy exclaimed, trying hard to ignore the pain inside of him.

"I look forward to it. Goodbye, Sanji."

"...Bye, Reaper."

With that, the blonde child ran past his father, who made no move to stop him, only to freeze as he felt a second presence.

"There's no need to stop, Grim is with me," Reaper explained softly, looking at a particular spot right in front of the boy.

Grim?! He had heard some rumors that Reaper had recently began working with a partner, but opinion on whether they were real or not, was rather divided. People didn't want to believe that the Angel had his own personal Demon when he was already so efficient on his own.

Before the blonde's eyes, a white clad figure with black streaks suddenly appeared, dashing any doubts that Reaper did have a partner.

"I didn't think you're heart could still bleed, Reaper~," Grim purred standing some ways behind Judge and being right in front of the crying Sanji.

"I'd say you're late Grim, but some people love the sound of their voice," Reaper replied calmly, ignoring her teasing tone completely.

"Ain't that the truth! I hope you didn't miss me too much while I was gone... well besides that guy monologuing!" The Oni exclaimed and everyone could just tell she was grinning.

"I trust you heard everything?" he questioned.

"Oh definitely! This tall dude is trying his hardest to get the best Dad award! I'm sure the little blonde would agree with me," Grim's voice seemed to be constantly cheeky as she spoke and it was rather annoying for her enemies, especially when they were about to die!

Reiju was shocked to see another Reaper appear but this one was clad in all white. Unlike the cold, seemingly emotionless black clad figure, the white clad figure seemed to be bursting with emotion! Their actions and mannerisms were completely opposite to their obsidian partner!

Was this Grim? She was a bigger weirdo than Reaper was! They were both weirdos!

"Is this kid the reason you went so off the rails with the plan?" Grim asked in amusement. They didn't seem to be taking the situation remotely serious, despite being face to face with the head of the Vinsmoke family.

"Yes. His situation reminds me of the past," was all the Shinigami said.

"You've got sooo much to tell me when we leave," the Oni replied and her partner nodded.

"Who says you'll be leaving?" Judge asked critically, looking at the two. So Reaper did have a partner. There were rumors that he had one but public sightings of the Angel of Death always showed them by themselves so opinions were split.

Seems it was true.

"We already got what we came here for~," Grim sang. "You only know we're here because we showed ourselves, right?"

Judge was instantly put on guard as he heard that truthful statement. They were right, how long had the two been here?! Just what were they doing on Germa? Surely they weren't just here to free his useless , they had to have had an ulterior motive and Sanji just made their plans derail.

"What are you here for?" He demanded

"C'mon Judge-san," Grim tutted. "Why on Earth would we tell you that? That would ruin the surprise when you find out yourself!"

"It would be counterproductive if we told our enemy what we came here for," Reaper agreed. "Right now, we're simply playing distraction for a boy who has still not begun running."

Sanji snapped out of his shock at seeing two Reaper's.

"Get goin kid!" Grim said, patting him on his head. "You don't deserve this guy as a parent so go achieve your dreams without him! Fuck what he said about you! He's just an angry loser!"

Sanji tried to wipe his tears and nodded determinedly. Without hesitation, he ran off, tears still flowing. Reiju took a different route to meet up with her younger brother, desperate to tell him some parting words.

"Don't look back and keep running! The Grim Reaper is here to deliver judgment on this unworthy soul!" Grim declared confidently and she summoned a "staff".

Reaper simply tensed up and got into position.

Judge, despite his arrogance, knew this wasn't good for him. He was on his way to his room to pick up his raid suit before he intercepted these 2 and without it, his odds of winning were not as secured.

"Oh?" Reaper called. "You look rather nervous," he pointed out kindly.

"Almost like someone doesn't have their super suit to carry them?" Grim hinted, sounding entirely too smug.

They even knew about the Raid Suits. Judge underestimated Grim and Reaper.

"You think I need my suit to beat you both?" Judge rumbled at both the targets he dwarfed.

"That would just make it much easier."

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Fighting in a disguise while being a Zoan was pretty difficult. It wouldn't be difficult to identify her abilities and pinpoint it to her when she fought undisguised.

Master was lucky that his Devil Fruit was so versatile, he could afford to disguise himself. Other Devil Fruit users didn't have the luxury depending on what they did. Zoan's especially.

Fortunately, Maro had a very key ability that made this possible, otherwise it would be difficult to journey with her Master.

Illusion magic.

Due to being a Dokkaebi, she could utilize illusions to keep up appearances! For instance, her "staff" was actually Daisy, her club! Her flames were a standard orange as well instead of the distinct blue!

It was really useful in case she didn't kill her opponents because she was pretty sure they were going to have to flee from Vinsmoke Judge.

The man casually deflected a precise swing of a scythe from Reaper and tossed him back with a powerful kick that momentarily flipped him. The Angel immediately righted himself and flew back into the action.

Grim and Reaper charged the weary man in tandem. Reaper exuded a large amount of killing intent, momentarily distracting Judge, and giving Maro a split second to take advantage. She swung Daisy downward at the blindsided man but he somehow moved out of the way and retaliated with a punch of his own that connected square with her stomach.

He had been doing this the entire fight and it was infuriating. The man could somehow predict their attacks and dodge accordingly as a result and it was seriously annoying.

Worse, his hits hurt all of her body. Not just her right side. She was full of bruises from his strange attacks and it reminded her of how Master told her not to be arrogant just because an entire side was immune to damage.

He was right like that. She hated that he was right like that because now she was going to train even harder to build her resistances.

Ugh, this must have been how people felt fighting her and Master. They didn't even know what he was doing!

The two partners leapt back in unison to reassess the situation after another attempt to strike Judge failed in the same way.

"Devil Fruits?" Grim said through their connection.

"Devil Fruits." Reaper confirmed.

"It doesn't matter if he can predict our attacks if he has nowhere to dodge them."

Grim grinned wildly. She loved working in tandem with her Master. Once you started moving to his rhythm, it was like a performance that strung you along.

No escape options eh? Fine by her.

Her gleaming teeth sharpened as she began transforming. The girl was sure to put an illusion over herself so that it looked as if nothing was changing but make no mistake, she definitely was!

Her hidden skin turned a familiar shade of light green and her hidden hair turned a mixture of blue and white. Unlike in her full zoan, her hair did not lengthen nor did she gain a boost in height. Her nose also remained the same and her sclera was left untouched leaving her orange eyes there behind the hoodie.

Maro's hybrid zoan form enhanced her speed to the point where she could consistently keep up with Master and not have him run circles around her. It lacked the sheer power and durability of her full zoan transformation, but she was already really strong and Master had built up her tolerance too!

Unlike what she had seen with other zoans, her hybrid and full transformation each had their own benefits and her half human half animal form wasn't absolutely better!

Reaper didn't visibly do anything but she knew he boosted himself and the shenanigans that were his Devil Fruit were about to begin in earnest.

It was a good thing she had her own shenanigans! The slight lull of battle as they backed off nearly gave Judge an opportunity to attack but that wasn't their style.

The two moved at the same time —

Their style was to utterly overwhelm any opposition that got in their way!

Judge attempted to move away from the oncoming onslaught, but he was surprised to find that he was completely glued to the floor.

What on Earth had caused this to happen-

Grim watched in satisfaction as both her and Master's attack connected clean on the man. Daisy slammed into his side with such force that he was uplifted from his position despite being connected to the floor and Ram sliced a deep cut into his outfit.

She was surprised to see that there was no blood...and that Judge wasn't knocked unconscious from their combined efforts.

What the hell? What was he even doing right now?!

"So he can dodge and negate our attacks to some extent?" Grim complained. That was so not fair.

"It appears to be that way," Reaper commented idly. He was unbothered by the revelation, though it would make the battle much more difficult.

"Cheat?"

"Cheat."

Grim summoned a wall of flames on either side of the man and teleported in front of him. As she did that, the flames began converging on the man who had powered his way through the still glued floor. He jumped back, only to widen his eyes as Reaper appeared in the one spot he was at.

Judge moved his arms to block the coming attack, but all Reaper did was grab him with his gloved hands and then let go. The kick directed towards his chest was blocked by his scythe but he was still sent flying back. Getting attacked was worth it and he quickly righted himself up again.

Unknowingly to him, the Angel of Death had modified his sensitivity. There was only so much damage you could ignore.

The head of the Vinsmoke family only figured out when he chose to ignore what would be a minor blow from Reaper, in favor of dodging Grim's attack.

That was a mistake that would quickly allow things to spiral out of control for him. In his arrogance, the man had chosen to not dodge the attack, that he could have probably dodged, and took it instead.

It felt like he had just gotten stabbed and that left the man reeling. What had happened to him?! What was in Reaper's scythe all of a sudden, for him to feel that? What had he done to suddenly pierce through his Haki?!

The momentary lapse in judgment, was all the predators needed.

It was only a matter of time before they got their opening. Judge was not a great hand to hand combatant. He was most effective with his Raid Suit and his lance and without them, his power was cut by more than half.

Like a pack of wolves, they moved to shatter his concentration and his body.

Grim delivered a heel kick that Judge clumsily moved out of the way of and the man turned around to deliver a chop to Reaper's arm but he let out a surprised grunt as a burst of flames collided with his exposed back. He was able to ignore them completely before with his Haki but now, that was not the case.

Judge needed to go on the offensive. They had left him on the defensive since the match had started and, though he had easily been warding them off, he had been reduced to just countering and that wouldn't do.

He dashed, unearthing the ground beneath him and made his way to a surprised Grim. The man landed a Haki imbued fist into their gut, getting a shocked gasp out of them and sending the Oni careening into a wall.

The weak link between the two was definitely Grim. It wasn't noticeable due to the Shinigami supporting and protecting the Oni so often, but there was a clear gap between the two that any experienced fighter could see.

Reaper took everything he hit them with, with barely a flinch and always retaliated without hesitation.

The white clad figure was less experienced than him and it showed in how they reacted to being attacked. They must have been some type of Logia, clearly they were unused to getting hit too much.

What he did not expect, was the sheer aggression Grim suddenly began to display.

It was like a flip had been switched and the white clad figure surrounded in orange flames turned into a berserker with a furious growl. There was no more finesse in their fighting style and it felt like he was fighting a wild animal now. He could have sworn he saw them flicker but it was gone as soon as it appeared and he didn't have the time to question in.

The flicker that Judge saw was Grim entering her full Zoan state.

This was good for him, he could use that anger to his advantage and find an opportunity to put Grim down.

Reaper saw it and reacted accordingly. When Grim entered her full Zoan, their strategy changed and he, surprisingly, became the main aggressor, despite her being much more aggressive than he. He was much faster than her like this and so he used that to his advantage to distract his foes, giving her opportunities to get a hit in.

It was a good balance that subverted just how wild the Oni was in this form and allowed them to increase the tempo of the match even further.

Just the way he liked it.

The Shinigami gripped his scythe and shot out 4 crescent waves of energy at Judge before flexing his wings and flying above them. Alone, they could be dodged with no issue but with Reaper behind them, he was forced to make a quick decision.

Worse, Grim was charging from behind as well. His best option would be to focus on the berserker in the white cloak then. If he took out the angry bounty hunter in the process, his chances of winning would skyrocket—

A pillar of fire formed under Judge, like a geyser, cutting off all his thought process and launching the shell shocked man high into Reaper's waiting arms.

Come now. How arrogant was Judge to think she was really that angry? Master was really good at what he did and she had gotten her anger issues to a suitable level! Something as silly as getting hit a little too hard, wouldn't make her fly off the rails in rage!

The Angel of Death gripped his scythe and flew around Judge over and over again, delivering cuts all the while to the airborne man.

The eldest Vinsmoke tried to summon his Haki to guard the attacks, but the moment his concentration had been broken, they had yet to let him regain it. The pain was excruciating and he felt himself blacking out from the onslaught of damage.

He was snapped out of his daze, as Reaper flew high and crashed into his body with a spinning drop kick that sent the man plummeting —

—Right into Daisy. The club connected directly on his face and, if not for his last second miracle application of Haki, he had no illusions of whether he'd be alive right now or not. A broken nose and some missing teeth being all that he got, was a blessing.

Right before he was knocked unconscious, a primal fear at the thought of dying made its way through his body. Judge didn't want to die to these monsters. He hadn't even been able to use his full power! T-this wasn't fair at all! If he had his Raid Suit, they would have both lost in one hit!

He still had so much to do! The head of the Vinsmoke still needed to take over the North Blu-

"I feel bad, he probably would have slaughtered us if he had his Raid Suit," Grim remarked at the fallen man. That fight was too hard for someone whose power was cut down so drastically. The Sea had such interesting people!

"He will learn to always be prepared than. Judge seems very arrogant however, so I somehow doubt that," Reaper explained. Even without his suit, he had displayed some interesting things such as being able to predict his attacks and blocking an attack from him and Grim.

Perhaps he was genetically modified too?

Whatever the case, this man didn't deserve to live. Reaper would be killing him right now-

"Stop right there!" A voice called and Reaper flew to the side to dodge an enhanced bullet that nearly blasted a hole into the wall.

"Oh, we're surrounded," Grim remarked. The Oni glanced around and noticed an abnormal amount of Germa Soldiers pointing advanced weaponry at them.

Seems like the army was done with their business. Which meant they were done with theirs.

The Shinigami glanced at the soldiers, then at Judge. If he attempted to kill the man, they would both die. Germa's weaponry was advanced enough to give him pause and the Angel of Death decided that the head of the Vinsmoke was a lucky man today.

Besides, Sanji was a nice kid. He probably didn't want his dad dead.

"Maro, to me. We're leaving," Rosan said softly, as he prepared to use his save point.

"Way ahead of you. We got everything we needed anyways!" She sang before a pillar of flames (still orange) surrounded the two of them. Maro teleported to Rosan and the moment she latched onto him, they vanished from the sights of the soldiers.

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When Reiju came back from her teary departure with her favorite sibling, she had not been expecting to hear that her Father was in the infirmary with a severe concussion.

No, the news had left her completely shocked!

Reaper had actually managed to defeat him? Even without his Raid Suit, her father was formidable enough to easily handle his children.

The Angel of Death was the strangest person she had ever met and their partner, from what little she'd seen of the Oni, was up there with them!

She felt a bit of regret that he didn't finish the job but something must have interrupted him. She heard that the Shinigami never left survivors to tell the tale.

Whatever the case, Reaper had piqued her interest and she would be keeping a close eye on information regarding him. They annoyed her but…they also fascinated her in a way she couldn't explain. Every rumor about him seemed to be completely wrong when you actually met the Shinigami and she had to wonder just what was right?

Meeting them had only left her with more questions and only made him appear more mysterious!

Maybe in the future, he'd be able to actually dispose of her father…

For now though, she had to keep up appearances and be a dutiful daughter to Germa.

The 11 year old sighed to herself.

She missed Sanji.

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Sanji would never forget what Reaper did for him.

The Shinigami had turned his never ending nightmare, into a dream that he didn't think would ever happen. It hadn't even been long but the boy was happier than he had been in a long time.

He finally got to pursue his dream of becoming a cook and it was all thanks to the mysterious bounty hunter!

Sanji remembered the last words the black clad figure had said to him. He would become an amazing chef and if the Angel of Death ever tried his food, he'd make him say it was incredible!

He had to for one of the few people who believed in him. They wouldn't regret it.

He didn't care what anyone else had to say about Reaper! The Angel had chosen to save him when they had no reason to so he would repay him!

The 8 year old boy's gray-blue eyes shone in determination and he got back to work.

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Judge was surprised to find that he was still alive.

His body only being sore was a testament to Germa's technology because he should have been feeling more than just aches right about now.

The memories of his battle came rushing back and the man wearily got back up with a scowl on his features.

Despite not having Haki, Grim and Reaper still found a way to somehow counteract him. If they ever unlocked their haki, they could be an actual threat for even the Grand Line.

The man snorted arrogantly to himself. If he had his Raid Suit, this match would have gone very differently. The two had gotten lucky. That was all.

Judge left after verifying with the Doctor that he was fine and the man grunted a bit at the sunlight. He didn't even get to take a step before he was approached by one of his soldiers.

The clone looked nervous and that wasn't just because he was around the head of the Vinsmoke family.

"What?" The blonde man asked gruffly, still sour from his loss. It was a lucky win but he had still lost and he hated losing.

He hadn't been prepared to fight those 2.

"Um...Sir," the clone saluted. "It's about Grim and Reaper…" he said hesitantly to the head of Germa.

"Get on with it," Judge said, getting annoyed with his clones hesitance.

"Right!" He saluted nervously. "It's just some of our equipment...it's missing," the clone confessed.

Judge didn't like the sound of that one bit. "What do you mean by some?" He asked warily.

The clone took a deep breath. "All of our weapons in the storage, all of our equipment, barring the clones, in the Soldier Stock Depot, the blueprints to the Raid Suit, along with Prince Yonji's own Raid Suit-,"

"WHAT?!" Judge roared in disbelief at that last bit of info. The weapons were one thing. With their prowess, they would be able to replenish them in time. The last two however were concerning. The equipment for cloning would be tedious to get but it would be doable. What was more concerning was that Reaper seemingly was interested in the clones that he had somehow discovered.

Did he want to make an army of his own? For what reason?!

But the blueprints to the Raid Suit AND his own son's canister? The Raid Suit was incredibly powerful and for it to be in the hands of someone who had managed to defeat him without one (no matter how lucky), was cause for concern.

The blonde man calmed down as he gathered his wits. There was no way they could make a Raid Suit on their own. Only a select few people outside of Germa would be able to make it and Yonji's own Raid Suit was biometrically locked to him.

That extended to the cloning as well. They were nothing in the Angel of Death's hand.

It was unfortunate that his green son lost his but he could make another one for him. It was useless in the hands of Grim and Reaper, as well as the blueprints without a capable scientist-

"Sir, with all due respect, I didn't finish," the clone said nervously, snapping Judge out of his musing. He glared at his subordinate for daring to interrupt him before waving for him to continue.

"One of our head scientists, Hiroshi, went missing. We have reason to believe that he was kidnapped by Reaper during their invasion due to there being no signs of his departure."

Judge felt cold as he heard that. One of his head scientists? So...not only did Reaper have the blueprints to his Raid Suit and the information on his cloning, he had the means to achieve results with it.

The head of Germa screamed his anger to the world.

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Aiko screamed in shock as a giant green Oni suddenly appeared in her room along with Rosan.

"We do this all the time and you still get surprised?!" Maro rumbled, as those pure orange eyes pierced at her.

"Yeah I'm used to two annoying brats barging in, not a giant fucking monster!" Aiko retorted angrily, looking up at the towering Dokkaebi. Maro's full zoan transformation was seriously scary to look at and having it show up out of nowhere, was not something she needed in her life!

"Akemiiii-chan," Maro whined, deactivating her transformation and charging the younger sister with puppy dog eyes. "Aiko is bullying my transformation! I can't help how I look but she doesn't care!" The 12 year old was hugging the gray haired woman tightly as she spoke.

"Aiko, be a bit more considerate please," Akemi admonished, as she hugged the blue haired girl back soothingly.

"Stop spoiling that girl so much, Akemi! She's got you eating out of her palm and Rosan and I have to deal with it," Aiko complained.

"But she's so adorable! Did you get taller? You're the same height as me now!"

"Yep! Master did too, we're the same height now!" Maro complained. Rosan had begun finally reaping the benefits of puberty and the both of them stood at 5'6.

It wasn't making sense how fast either were growing! Maro was just taller than Rosan the other day and she lamented the fact that she couldn't brag about the difference anymore, despite the redhead not caring in the slightest.

"That's true, you used to be way shorter than me, Rosan," Aiko sighed fondly at the memories of when they first met. To think it had been 4 years since she had met the, now, 13 year old. The boy had grown at least a foot taller!

She felt oddly proud seeing his growth.

"It seems I was right about growing much taller when I hit puberty," Rosan remarked softly. It was only a matter of time until his growth began in earnest.

"You're getting handsome instead of cute now, Rosan…" Mod said with a sense of dread mounting inside of her. If he went out undisguised, the amount of attention he was going to get, would be worrying for the Devil Fruit.

"Awww Auntie Mod is possessive!" Ram cooed understandingly. "I understand how you feel! Imagine if someone gets their claws on Father and he stops paying attention to us! I'd have to get rid of them!"

"You can be so annoying sometimes!" Mod complained to the weapon.

"So, how did it go?" Aiko asked the two in curiosity. Maro looked rather smug and satisfied so it must have gone rather well and that was shocking!

Did they actually manage to invade Germa successfully?

"We come bearing gifts!" Maro cheered and she told the tale of their Germa expedition.

The gray haired sisters listened with wide eyes at hearing what they did. Did they actually manage to defeat the leader of Germa? Even without his suit, that was quite the feat they achieved!

These two were absolutely insane!

"Weren't you complaining about how boring the weapons were?" Rosan remarked idly as she finished telling the two.

"Well yeah but why would I let them have it!" Maro said cheekily. "Besides, I found some pretty interesting weapons that you guys might appreciate!"

Aiko's attention was immediately grabbed at that. Weapons from Germa? For her? She loved these kids because that sounded too good to pass up.

"Speaking of," Rosan suddenly said, glancing at Aiko. "We kidnapped someone and we want you to give them a building where they can work freely," he told the woman.

She stared into his dual eyes in disbelief as she processed what he said. "You...kidnapped someone?"

"Yes, a scientist from Germa."

"...Why?" She croaked.

"We stole some blueprints from Germa that were too advanced. As a result, we took a scientist that would be able to properly make what we wanted," Rosan explained patiently.

"Yeah! I wanna Raid Suit!" Maro cheered.

"I have no words for you two…" Aiko mumbled and she felt an imminent headache forming. It always did when dealing with the shenanigans of Master and Student.

"Do you plan on torturing him?" Akemi asked in concern. She didn't want the 13 year old to do something like that.

"I asked the same thing!" Maro exclaimed. "How do you plan on doing that, Master-kun?"

"I can show you right now," the redhead said, closing his eyes. After a moment, an unconscious man was materialized in front of them.

"You are getting so good with controlling the area of your Save Point," Mod commended with a small smile. His abilities with the space technique were incredible now and he was constantly improving it!

"Thank you," Rosan replied.

The teen approached the unconscious man and placed a palm on his head.

"Modification: Overhaul," the boy said.

Rosan had told Aiko and Akemi about his Devil Fruit a long time ago. After knowing each other for so long, the boy trusted them enough to know that they wouldn't be betraying him so he told them about his fruit.

The 3 watched in confusion as the boy just remained there. He had said a technique name, then gone still and now he just stood there with his eyes closed.

After about 10 minutes, Rosan opened his eyes and took a step back.

Seeing their questioning looks, Rosan explained what Overhaul did to them and the look of terror in their eyes at his explanation, gave him pause.

"You can just…rewire a person's mind?" Aiko asked in disbelief. She knew that Rosan's devil fruit was capable of some crazy things but this had to be the scariest technique he explained to them yet.

"That...is so scary," Akemi whispered in shock.

"You terrify me sometimes, Master-kun," Maro said in awe.

Aiko knew that she had to ignore moral implications when dealing with Rosan, but this was insane.

"I would never use it on you all unless you betrayed me," Rosan said truthfully. "And if you did betray me, having your brain rewired would be the least of your worries."

"Gee Master, that makes me feel so much better," Maro grumbled with a small smile on her face. She would never betray him so she had nothing to worry about!

"You are just a beacon of safeness," Aiko said dryly with Akemi nodding rapidly in agreement. Knowing her little sister, she actually believed it. "Is there anyone you aren't willing to use it on?"

"Innocent children," was his only answer and they all sweatdropped.

"Should have expected as much," Aiko sighed. "Alright, so they need an area to work in? If he's a scientist from Germa we could get him his own personal lab in a building we recently built. He can even have assistants!"

"That would be ideal," Rosan said, before crouching down and shaking the man awake.

They all watched, with bated breaths, as the man began to slowly awaken.

The formerly sleeping scientist made eye contact with Rosan and immediately shot up.

"Rosan-sama!" He saluted before noticing everyone else and bowing deeply. "Maro-sama, Aiko-sama and Akemi-sama too… did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all," Rosan replied conversationally. "We were currently discussing a complete overhaul of your new laboratory, with Germa equipment and everything, and wanted to involve you in the conversation."

"Maro, I don't know his name. Introduce yourself," Rosan said through their link and the bluenette stifled a laugh.

"We haven't properly met yet," Maro said with a friendly smile to the scientist. "I'm Maro! It's so nice to meet you!"

Hiroshi's eyes went wide in surprise at how polite his new bosses were being currently. They were certainly much more pleasant to work with than Judge!

Rosan had rewired his mind so that the man would think he had willingly left Judge for a healthier working place that didn't fill him with fear. It seemed to be working well but he'd have to make sure that it worked completely.

"Nice to meet you Maro-sama! I'm Hiroshi!" He introduced himself with a smile.

"I look forward to seeing your work on the Raid Suit," Maro gushed and her eyes turned dreamy at the thought of having her own suit.

"I won't let you down! Though… I will need some assistants and I'm assuming you have all the necessary equipment as well…" he began musing.

"That's right, I will have everything moved in as soon as possible if Aiko has the room ready?" The redhead questioned.

"You're in luck, we do have a room ready right now!" Aiko said excitedly. She didn't know allying with Rosan would get her a scientist and technology from Germa of all places!

Everyday she found herself thanking this gold mine for falling right into her lap.

"Good, we will begin the move in process immediately," Rosan said softly.

"You'll be helping?" Hiroshi asked in surprise. His leader was playing an active part in the process?

"Naturally. With me, it will be done before the day is over and you can get started immediately," Rosan explained and Hiroshi decided he liked his new boss much more than Judge.

"How do you feel about genetic cloning?" Maro asked Aiko suddenly, orange eyes staring curiously at her.

"I wouldn't have a problem using it on enemies to make an army. Using it on innocents is a no from me though," Aiko told her. "Why?"

Maro smiled.

Aiko felt her head throb.

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"Home sweet home!" Maro cheered as she stretched her back.

"Master, Maro!" A voice called and they saw that it was Angel, followed by Demon. The girl rushed them both and scooped them in a hug and dragged her brother with her.

Maro blushed at the proximity and Rosan hugged her back.

"Welcome back you two," she said with a wide grin, before stepping back and looking at them.

"I hope you had fun," Demon said with a small smile.

"Maro, I was tending to the garden and I harvested some of the fruits there," Angel told the 12 year old, who beamed at her with a thumbs up.

"You're Devil Fruit speeding up crop growth is very useful," Demon commented. They didn't have to worry about buying food that you could grow and, while they were rich, it was good to save money.

"Happy to help~," she grinned. It felt good to be appreciated for what she was capable of and it made her all giddy inside.

"Master...did you get taller again?" Angel asked looking at the two. Rosan had been growing rapidly over the past few weeks and he was only a little shorter than her now.

"Ah, it's about that time isn't it?" Rosan asked calmly and his female clone smiled widely.

"About that time…?" The bluenette asked confusedly. What were they talking about? What time was it? Cooking time? Bath time? She hoped it was bath time, she needed to take a bath. Judge had made her work up a sweat!

Maro watched in surprise as Rosan put a hand on Demon and modified the purple haired clone. The shortest one on the ship was changed to match Rosan's height and he appeared to be 13, just like his creator.

"Ah!" Maro said in surprise. "You make them age at the same rate as you?!"

"Yes, they are physically the same age as me and so, I make them as accurate to my current age as possible about once a year," the redhead explained.

The Goblin girl nodded at his explanation. That made sense. They were clones of Rosan and that meant they couldn't age properly. He would have to modify them himself unless they would stay the same way forever.

Wait. Demon was pretty easy to explain. He was essentially just a purple haired version of Rosan.

How did Rosan know how to accurately change Angel -

"Modification: Swap," the Mod Mod no Mi user said and Maro looked at her Master in confusion. Swap? Swap...what exactly?

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at what she saw. "W-w-wha," the normally confident girl stammered in shock.

Rosan was gone and in his place, had to be a supermodel.

Tall (even taller than Mod-chan) with long red spikes that flowed down her back, Maro felt dizzy looking at the female version of Rosan in all their glory.

What the hell was this?!

The Goblin girl looked at Rosan's chest and then looked down at her own much smaller ones.

She was only 1 year younger! This wasn't fair!

"You got so tall…" Angel said in awe at the 5'11 figure, not looking remotely surprised at the figure in front of them.

"Angel...if you're supposed to be as accurate as possible, why are your boobs so much smaller?" Maro asked bluntly, getting the redhead clone to blush in embarrassment.

"There's no way I'm walking around with those!" She complained as if it were obvious. "Are you looking at them? They're way too big."

The 12 year old nodded at her explanation before looking at her Master again. She looked like a true ice queen with that neutral expression on her face and the girl was assessing the changes made to her body.

They made eye contact and Maro flushed again. This felt like when she first met Mod-chan. No fair! She had just gotten over that and now she was forced to look at another one!

"You're too attractive for your own good, Master-kun," the bluenette grumbled and Angel nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," her silky voice came out. Rosan's voice had begun getting deeper as a boy and that seemed to extend to his female form as well. It was in stark contrast to Angel's much higher pitch.

Maro was glad Rosan was a boy. He was good looking but she was more into girls and this was a wow.

"If your looking at me like this..." Rosan began calmly. "Doesn't that mean you are attracted to Angel as well? Barring my chest, my hair, and my right eye she is a carbon copy of this form. I look like her older sister right now."

Angel's mouth opened in shock at his blunt statement and she looked at Maro to gauge her reaction. What she saw, made her mouth open even further.

The bluenette was stammering with a red face as she tried (and failed) to deny her claims. The two made eye contact and Maro's blush deepened.

The Oni really hated Rosan sometimes. He had no subtlety when it came to things like this.

"You're such a pervert," Angel muttered, shoving the girl and failing to move her whatsoever.

A strong pervert.

"Sorry…" Maro mumbled in embarrassment. She hadn't been expecting to get called out and it left her struggling to properly answer her.

"What did I tell you about apologizing for every little thing?" Angel admonished softly. "Honestly, if there's no reason to apologize, then you shouldn't apologize!"

Maro's gaze snapped up and she was about to say something, but she saw a light dust of red on the bronze clone's face.

It was cute. Really cute. Like, seriously one of the cutest things she had ever-

"Oh no," Maro said in horror, as realization dawned on her. It couldn't be...right? M-Master was such a better option! He didn't scare her shitless and threaten to throw her overboard while she slept! Demon was even better than the both of them! He was the most pleasant to be around and actually nice too!

"Oh yes!" Mod cheered. She was always happy to see her little ones come to these realizations.

"Oh. This is the same realization I had with Meiko isn't it," Rosan said, ever blunt. Good for Maro, he always thought the two females of the ship would make a good couple but they never seemed to realize.

The same realization he had with Meiko. The Meiko that was Master's lover.

She had a crush on Angel. The same Angel that scared the hell out of her.

Angel gained a rather confused expression as Maro suddenly put her head in both her palms and moaned sadly. What was wrong with her? Had Master unknowingly insulted her through their connection?

Maro was just glad that Angel hadn't been listening into the conversation.

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Misadventures of Robin and Rosan – 10

Robin and Rosan are 8 and 12 respectively.

Rosan finally gets to sate some of his vengeful urges

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The Marine's were hot on Robin and Rosan's trail at the moment.

While normally that wasn't a problem (the White Rose was very elusive thanks to Rosan) there was a key issue right now.

They had seen Rosan. Around her and though that wasn't enough to get him a bounty, it would make them rightfully worried about the redhead. Now, the boy and his Devil Fruit were fully intent on getting rid of them.

As much as she wanted to just escape, Rosan getting a bounty because of her, was unacceptable and she begrudgingly agreed that it was best if they got taken out.

It was a good thing they were being pursued by ship on the sea. That would make it much easier to hide the bodies.

Her 8 year old companion was currently eyeing the pursuing ship with hatred and Robin just knew he was going to make this personal. After all, the Marines played a direct hand in the death of Rosan's mother, Portgas D. Rouge.

"Be calm Rosan, don't let them anger you before the fight even starts," Robin soothed. He was the main aggressor in their fights and if he slipped up because of anger, it would be costly.

"I'm actually very calm right now, Robin-nee," Rosan said, side eyeing his companion before focusing on the Marine vessel again.

"Surprisingly, he is," Mod verified and Robin shuddered at the fact that she was agreeing.

This was going to get violent.

"Let's start," Rosan said without warning and his eyes began glowing in tandem with his words. Robin gasped as the ship unveiled a multitude of cannons on its side.

"Were you gonna tell me the ship could do this?" Robin inquired as it bombarded the Marine ship with waves of artillery.

"What cool ship doesn't have cannons, Robin-nee?" Rosan asked in return, looking entirely too smug for his own good. Robin glared and the boy sighed apologetically.

"Sorry for not telling you," the redhead said sheepishly and the older girl simply sighed in return.

"Is there anything else you feel like you should tell me?" Robin asked only to pause in disbelief as harpoons came out and latched onto the enemy ship, pulling them closer and preventing their enemies from escaping.

"We have harpoons," Rosan said cheekily, donning his hoodie and running headfirst into the Marines.

The girl followed after him with a shake of her head.

She was definitely going to strangle him after this.

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Rosan had been eagerly waiting the day he got to get some revenge on the Marines. Them seeing how he looked, meant they needed to be taken care of! Especially because they now knew he was with Nico Robin.

After launching a salvo of cannons onto the ship and hooking into it, the boy decided he'd much rather personally deal with them and so, here he was!

"Be careful, Rosan," Robin said through their connection.

"Of course, Robin-nee!" The redhead replied with a smile on his face.

"I'll deal with the ones who have guns," his best friend said. "You haven't done anything stupid in a while so you've earned it. Go crazy," Robin sighed in fond amusement.

"Ah, I really love you, Robin-nee," the masked boy beamed in appreciation getting the 12 year old to blush bashfully.

"J-just go before I change my mind and snap all their necks," she said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms together to offer him support.

Rosan took her command with glee.

The Marines by now, had gathered themselves from the bombardment of canon's. A plethora of the soldiers had been taken out by the onslaught and their ship was in critical condition at the moment.

Worse, they had been harpooned and now someone was on their ship along with Nico Robin...the Devil Child.

Rosan must have had the luck of Devils because their communication was struck by the cannons as well, leaving them no way to request for backup or report that Nico Robin had a potential ally.

It was just them vs the 2 figures. Good odds for them, right?

Wrong.

Rosan rocketed off and struck the first offender with a knee to the face. He was satisfied to hear a crunch and the man would have been sent flying from the force of the blow, if the falling redhead didn't grab him by his neckerchief on the way down and bodily slam him on the deck. That definitely broke his already broken nose.

Not stopping for even a second, he pivoted to his right and punched a charging marine right in the stomach. The boy tensed and jumped over the crouched over Marine, only to come crashing back down on the man's head, boots first.

The modified curb stomp slammed his head clean through the deck and Rosan walked away after dusting his boots off with the man's body.

The clicking of a gun, brought his attention to a woman aiming at him. She was clearly nervous, if the sweat on her face indicated anything and she hesitated to shoot the small child.

She probably didn't appreciate watching her crewmate get treated like a seed.

Rosan on the other hand, didn't even hesitate and that must have caught her off guard because she took a moment to gather her wits. The redhead snorted to himself and showed no fear as he charged her.

It was soon revealed why as a multitude of arms sprouted on the, now screaming, woman's body. The arms easily disabled her and dropped the gun out of her hand.

Her screeching at being grappled by so much hands was cut short, as the short boy dropkicked her with a cackle, sending her flying into the wall and into dreamworld.

"You are so lucky to have Robin," Mod said in amusement, watching the little whirlwind of destruction. "She enables your recklessness!"

"Recklessness? Nah, it's trust!" Rosan beamed and he punched a poor Marine in his family jewels. The man let out a high pitched squeal as he fell over and the redhead ruthlessly stomped on the same spot until he lost consciousness.

"I'm glad you trust me so much, Rosan," Robin sighed fondly, as she absentmindedly clutched a Marine that was approaching Rosan.

The boy was clearly having the time of his life and Robin had to once again marvel at how strong her partner was.

Rosan laughed in malicious glee, as he casually parried a swipe of a saber from a Marine with his buddy. The boy paid no mind to the saber slashing his human shield and he continued to cackle.

The man couldn't even gasp in horror, as the body of his ally was thrown onto him and they were both silenced as the redhead stomped on them both over and over again.

He was such a sadist… Rosan's fighting style was brutal and free and the boy showed no care for his opponent's well being.

Robin wondered how it would evolve when he was older. Right now, he was utilizing his diminutive height to outmaneuver his opponents and deliver deceptively strong blows while avoiding their larger bodies.

She was reluctant to admit that Rosan was going to grow and if he ended up as tall as he said he was going to be (such confidence!) then he'd have to adjust his style accordingly.

The brunette shuddered at that. His current opponents were lucky that he was a still developing child. Rosan was going to be scary when he got older.

Robin was looking forward to seeing it. For now though, she would continue to tease him about their massive height difference. Robin was the same height as Mod-chan now and Rosan was still a little thing! The boy was completely outraged to see how quickly Robin had been growing and he told her to "Just wait!", to which they both laughed at him.

It was always fun to bully the hyperactive menace.

Despite the brutality, Robin couldn't hold back a smile at how much fun Rosan had when fighting. The boy was quite the junkie and the adrenaline rush from battle, always got him excited! He thrived on the excitement of action and that's why she had no problem letting him be the main aggressor.

"Boys," Mod sighed.

"Boys," Robin agreed with a shake of her head. She idly broke the bones of a Marine that decided that approaching her, was smarter than approaching the monster that was Rosan.

Did they really think she was an easy target? How naive of them!

The two stopped their decimation of the crew, when a presence made themselves known.

Robin knew this was going to happen, that's why she worked so quickly to dispatch the Marine's on the ship. They would make the upcoming fight all the more difficult.

Captain Akio stared at the two of them warily. He would have been out earlier, but he had been trying to request for backup when his comms got cut.

The man wasn't able to inform them that Nico Robin had a redheaded partner (or hostage), due to explaining exactly where he was, but he had let them know that he was trailing her.

Well, it seems like the Devil Child and her partner didn't appreciate that one bit. He didn't expect them to board the ship.

This went against reports on Nico Robin. She rarely ever fought, only escaped which was why he informed them of the location first. He was a bit nervous at having to fight a 79 million beri bounty along with her unknown partner.

The large man sighed and withdrew a hammer.

He didn't get paid enough for this.

"Let's end this fast, Rosan," Robin said urgently. "He was probably calling for reinforcements and I don't think we can handle a platoon just yet."

"Kay!" Rosan agreed. The boy's bloodlust had been temporarily sated after the beat down and the chance to beat a somewhat high ranking Marine pleased him immensely.

The boy wasn't dumb. He couldn't handle a platoon of Marines...yet. In the future though, when he was older and stronger, they wouldn't stand a chance!

For now, he would settle for hindering them and taking this ship out seemed like a good enough idea.

Without any warning, Rosan blasted off to the Captain, whose eyes widened, and delivered a kick that was hastily blocked by the man's hammer.

Akio tried to swing back but found that it was impossible, due to the 2 arms holding his own arms, giving Rosan an opportunity to deliver a punch to the man's gut that he weathered easily.

He powered out of their grasp but the redhead had already leapt away from him.

"Wow, people hardly ever break out of your grasp," Rosan commented and he assessed his opponent with a critical eye.

"It just means I have to use more," Robin shrugged, already preparing to do just that. "We need to get rid of that hammer. I don't want you getting hit by it," the brunette said, with only a hint of worry in her voice.

If the 8 year old got hit by that hammer it would do a lot of damage to him and Robin did not want to have to ever worry about seeing Rosan in a near death state again.

"Get rid of the hammer you say?" Rosan hummed, before cackling in glee. "Alright, let's do it!"

Akio watched in confusion as the black clad figure picked up a discarded staff and began charging him. He blinked as the shorty prepared to swing 10 steps to early, only for his eyes to bug as the weapon expanded to ludicrous sizes.

The attack caught the Marine to off guard for him defend properly and, though he hastily threw up his hammer to defend, a good majority of the attack connected to his ribs.

It was a testament to his strength that he wasn't sent flying but that didn't matter because it created an opportunity.

A multitude of arms sprouted on the man, disarming him and they tried to brute force him down.

The Captain didn't earn his title for nothing though. Akio actually began overpowering the arms and Robin raised a brow in surprise. He was strong and the brunette probably would have had some trouble fighting him alone.

Unfortunately for him, Robin was not alone and she certainly wasn't the main attacker in this battle. Everyone always thought she was because of her high bounty and her partner not having one, but she was fine being the support for Rosan's performance.

The redhead crashed into the back of the Marine right as Robin dispersed her arms. The man lost his breath as he shot out a glob of spit and Rosan jumped up and landed again, this time on Akio's head.

"T-two Devil Fruit users?" Akio thought to himself in disbelief as his head smashed through the Deck like so much of his other crew members.

His last thoughts before falling into the realm of sleep was how unfair the ocean was to put him up against two monsters.

"Is that all of em?" Rosan hummed looking at the mess that they caused. He crouched down and did a quick scan and verified that yes, it was and the child laughed in joy.

"Not even a Captain can handle our onslaught? We're such a good tag team!" Rosan beamed, rushing to hug Robin.

"One Devil Fruit user is difficult to deal with. Two must be hair pulling," Robin said in amusement. They had easily dismantled the Captain and honestly, it felt kind of good winning such a battle decisively.

It's not like a Marine Captain was weak, Rosan and Robin's Devil Fruit combinations were just too much for someone as regular as him.

"You two are a scary combination," Mod said truthfully. "When you two get older and stronger there won't be a lot of people who can handle you two."

"They can't handle me now!" Rosan cackled as he jumped around in excitement.

"You're right, they can't handle you but it's certainly not because of your power," the purple haired woman said, voice teasing.

"I don't know if anyone can handle you, Rosan," Robin sighed fondly. The boy was seriously too much most times and her insane patience had paid dividends over the years.

"You can handle me, Robin-nee," he said accusingly. The boy had begun throwing all the unconscious marines overboard (after Mod jammed them) and Robin was checking to see if they had anything of value.

"We've been traveling for 4, almost 5, years Rosan."

"OH, YOUR BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP SOON!" Rosan cheered, completely moving on from the previous topic. "What do you want? Don't be afraid to say anything because we have alot of money!"

Robin blushed at how excited he sounded for her 13th birthday. He was so random in the most pleasant ways.

"I don't want anything at the moment so let's just have a fancy dinner, okay?" Robin said warmly with a small smile on her face.

"Yea! Just the two of us! I can even find us a nice spot and then I'll modify it and then no one can bother us, except for Mod-chan! Wait…Mod-chan is always here so it'll be the 3 of us! Now I gotta edit my plans a lil bit… but not too much!"

Robin laughed aloud at his musing.

"What about you Rosan? Your birthday is only a month after mine so what do you want?" The 12 year old asked.

"I want us to be together forever!" Rosan said without hesitation and Robin was sure that she was an interesting shade of red right now.

"Y-you're so silly you…" Robin complained and she was glad Rosan was busy throwing people overboard.

"Awww, is my cool and collected Robin actually flushed?" Mod teased with a gleam in her eyes and Robin just blushed harder.

It wasn't her fault that Rosan said these things without any thought whatsoever! They had been with each other for so long but he could still catch her cleanly off guard with his words.

"Robin-nee?" The redhead called in confusion.

"Ask for something else Rosan…" Robin said with a roll of her eyes.

"What?! Why?!"

She smiled to herself at the distraught in his voice. He was honestly way too open with her and wore everything on his sleeve.

"Because that's a given already," she finished and Mod squealed in happiness.

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Character Sheet: Grim (In the eyes of other people)

Name: Unknown (Goes by Grim)

Title: The Angel's Demon

Age: Unknown

Gender: Unknown

Summary: The mysterious partner of Reaper, Grim is even less known than Reaper is. Some people are not even aware that Reaper has recently gained a partner. Those who do know of, or have met Grim are rather put off by their playful personality, especially in comparison to the far more cool headed Reaper. They are normally seen surrounded in flames of sorts, causing people to speculate that they are a Yokai of sorts which has caused them to give the Oni the title "Angel's Demon".

Devil Fruit: Unknown. The flames make people speculate that they have the Mera Mera no Mi or some fruit dealing with fire but it is not guaranteed.

General Appearance: Unknown. Covered head to toe with a long white cloak that has black streaks all over, white gloves with black lining, and white boots. The hoodie hides all their features and no one knows what they look like.

Height: Unknown

Hair: Unknown

Eyes: Unknown

Likes: Reaper

Dislikes: Unknown.

Fun Fact: Maro is constantly using an illusion even with the disguise. For instance, her flames are orange instead of blue and her club is a staff to throw off any suspicion to her human form. She makes sure to maintain this illusion when transforming into her zoan form due to the massive height difference and muscle gain she gets. It was rather draining at first to constantly maintain the guise but she has been steadily improving it and her stamina has increased.