Two days later
I crack my eyelids open as I finally start to wake up. I know I’m in a bed from sensing/feeling my surroundings. I wonder how long I was out for as I last remember almost eating dirt. I do as much testing of my body as I can without sitting up. There is still plenty of pain, but nowhere near as much I was expecting, so maybe I was out for more than a few days. My broken bones are on the mend nicely as far as I can tell from circulating my mana through my body for definitive updates. Next time, we will have to see about reshaping the landscape as I plan to use some of my bigger attacks, as I still didn’t show Garp everything I could do. All of the testing and pushing myself went great, with better results than I expected in some cases. I think that I could have won had I used Hellfire, but again, Garp is family so even with the crap he has pulled so far in my life, it is still nowhere near warranting his death.
My stomach makes a loud, rumbling sound. That sound has the nearest door opening thirty seconds later. My eyes, when I turn to the person in question, get a visual feast, that causes another part of me to wake up in hurry, almost starting to lift the blanket covering me before I can control myself. Makino. Not only is she wearing a green bralette that covers less than the bra she was wearing five years ago after my destruction of the army, but with her hands full of a huge plate of food, she has to twist at the waist, using her hips to close the door. This allows me to see a big, gloriously beautiful buttcheek only obstructed by a small piece of sky-blue fabric. I don’t know what I want more right now, the food, or to test how well healed I already am and have her, as far as we have gotten anyway, with this view alone being a BIG step forward.
Since I gave her that kiss five years ago, things have changed heavily between us, but my body is still too young for so many of the things I want to experience with her. There were the occasional pecks on her lips or cheeks, which become more straight up kisses as I was turning eleven. Then when I turned twelve, we graduated to adding lots of tongue to the kisses. She also allowed me to give her massages with my incredibly strong and dexterous hands, though only with her being fully clothed, and my hands had to stay away from certain areas, but she would still moan and be turned into a pile of goo by the end. Turning thirteen added so much more. She had pushed forward on this when she moved one of my hands from around her waist to being allowed to play with her ass through her shorts. She also allowed me to push the boundaries as when not even two weeks after being allowed to hold her butt through her clothes, I moved my other hand to her chest and gently cradled her left breast, with my thumb trying to find her nipple through her clothes. With the view she is giving me now, I need to find out what I did for her to advance the relationship this far, and either do it again, or do it better so we can take the next step.
Let me pause here as I explain more of the changes that have happened. Foosha City of now the recognized capital of Dawn Island. The population has grown to a staggering fifty thousand as so many more people have settled in the area, some from within the walls of the former Goa Kingdom, others that have arrived by ship. For a good six to eight months after the dissolution of kingdom, me and Ace had been taking (read stealing) parts of the outer walls of the former Goa Kingdom for use as more building material in Foosha City. We transported it primarily using the ship I stole from the former Bluejam Pirates to make it easier on us. That Makino had a building material business specifically for that stone material up and running before we got back with the first load was just icing on the cake, making us even richer since with me and Ace along with the girls taking and moving the stone, it was basically pure profit. So while Ace was finally able to start adding again to his nest egg for when he leaves at seventeen, me and Makino simply grin at how our wealth continues to grow.
Garp’s point of view
“What happened to you Garp? I wasn’t aware of any significant pirate or revolutionary activity taking place in East Blue. In fact, weren’t you off visiting your grandson yet again?” The calm face of Fleet Admiral Sengoku says as he looks upon Garp with both his eyes and Observation Haki. It doesn’t need to be said as he can tell the state of Garp’s injuries, from the two ribs that have started to heal, the couple of near fractures he has suffered in his arms, and the many bruises whose swelling has only just abated.
“You answered your own question.” I say with my usual laugh.
“Your grandson did this? To you? And this is the result of you still healing after the four days it took you to get here? What the hell have you been teaching him Garp?” Sengoku says with exasperation lacing his voice at the known antics of one of his oldest friends.
“This wasn’t all my teachings. His willpower, and ingeuity, along with his endurance to keep going is incredible. He takes to any training I have given him like a duck to water, then surprises me yet again with how much closer he is to closing the gap between our levels of strength each time I go to visit.” I say, pride lacing my voice for my grandson.
“He’s what, eighteen and already capable of injuring you this much, in a spar that clearly went too far. No, I don’t want to hear how bad his injuries were by comparison. Please remind me what he wants to be.” Sengoku says as he works to control his fraying nerves before one of his angry tics makes an appearance.
“An adventurer. He’s smart enough that even when he was younger, to know that people would lump the term ‘pirates’ in with the worst of the lot, so he has disdained being associated with that term. He wants to be the freest man in the world as he has told me on many an occasion, more so when I still say that he would make a hell of a marine. That also leads to why he doesn’t want to be a marine, too many rules and too much authority that others would try and command him with. Also, he’s not eighteen by a wide margin, the little eggplant hasn’t even turned fourteen yet.” Here I let loose a huge room shaking laugh, especially as I believe that some details regarding Luffy haven’t made their way to light. Like that national-treasure level scythe that he knows how to wield like an expert. Even as strong as I am, I get chills as I feel sorry for whatever poor bastard invokes the need for that scythe to be used. Ace never wants to talk about his encounter with the so called ‘spirit’ of the scythe, but Luffy is as much a chatter box about her as he is about Makino, so hard as he has fallen for them both. A chip off this old block of mine and the thought makes me so proud.
“Gods dammit Garp. I thought your visits were supposed to curb growing headaches like this, not magnify them. But then we now have little more than three years to hopefully lesson his future ability to capsize the boat that is the world government.” Sengoku states as he starts to stroke his beard as plans form and are then discarded at a frightening pace, but that train of thought stops completely as Garp throws him yet another curve ball.
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“While he has his issues and at times outright dislike for authority, he has a great moral sense of right and wrong, just not anywhere near that of ‘absolute justice’ that some of the other admirals possess or preach. In fact, I already have a plan to encourage him to help us ‘clean house’ so to speak to go along with one of his future ‘side jobs’. That side job is being a Bounty Hunter, for he has a bit of greed in his interests and so long as the reasons for the bounties don’t go against his morals, he will happily take the ‘easy money’. While he won’t go out of his way to encounter the weaker or small bounty pirates, if they are right in his path, then he’ll hear the Beri coins clinking as he makes plans to defeat/kill them, and turn them in. This also applies for if they are engaged in harming those who can’t defend themselves. But and this is a big but, if those in trouble are personally connected to him, then he’ll stop it nothing to ensure their survival, even if they are on the other side of the planet. Back to having him help with regards to cleaning our house if need be. I will give him a den-den-mushi capable of either directly reaching me, or those I have absolute faith in. We can then pass on details of suspected individuals but emphasize that we need proof of their bad actions. He will of course be expecting compensation for his services as a ‘trash man’.” I end my words with a grin.
“What if we tell him to leave certain individuals alone, like say the Seven Pirate Warlords of the Sea?” Sengoku questions as the Warlord system has been successful so far as a tool of the World Government, and the letting percolate the train of thought with regards to a ‘neutral’ third party for ‘trash work’.
“Who knows, but with him wanting to be the freest man in the world, he will most likely want to fight them to see how far, if at all, he is from having no one being able to push him around. Of course, this also means that he will try to challenge any of the ‘Four Emperors’ if he somehow encounters them.” I say as while I have decent picture of my grandson’s mentality, and many other ‘monstrous’ individuals have gone against preconceptions just because they could.
“So he IS a future headache in the making, with it all depending on who he encounters. Why do you do this to me Garp? You do realize that from what you’ve said of his mentality, that if he does encounter certain individuals that he could and would easily become an enemy of the Marines and the World Government as his morals and dreams will no doubt trump his greed. Am I correct?” A vein is now starting to visible throb in Sengoku’s forehead as all he gets from me is a wide shit-eating grin in response.
Back on Dawn Island
“My incredibly beautiful, personal nurse. How are we doing today?” I ask with a grin as my eyes rack over her exposed figure, smooth firm muscle apparent from the training I have encouraged her to do. I want her to be able to stall or rather able to run away from those who would be but minor annoyances to me. That way there can be enough time for me or one of the girls to come to her rescue if she hasn’t already dealt with them herself. While physically she is nowhere near the monstrous strength that even Ace has, she has become a crack shot with pistols.
“I can hardly believe the injuries you gave Garp. I so proud to know that my man is capable of such strength, especially as I know you will get back to training soon enough, wanting to climb ever higher. Do you plan to have the fates of your most recent bout reversed before we leave Dawn Island in just over three years?” She doesn’t answer the question of how long I have been unconscious this time, but I can see her eyes dilating along with hearing the husky tone of her voice to know that she is turned on by my feat of strength showing that Garp is not the insurmountable wall that so many would think.
“Taking Gramps down might be in the cards by then, but even a draw would be such an accolade of my progress since he was along the line of strength such as Gol D Roger, Whitebeard, and others back in the day. Who knows, I may even be able to convince him to give us a ship capable of withstanding the punishing weather of the Grand Line.” I continue to grin as Makino sits down on the bed's edge and feeds me, my lips and tongue cleaning her fingers every few bites with licks and caresses.
“You got the information you wanted on the live-fire tests of using your mana against someone of his caliber? Also, it has only been two days since he brought you back unconscious.” Makino asks about my mana usage and combining it with the many other things that I have learned. Yes, I have told her of the secondary energy source that I can draw upon. I told her years ago and besides her, only the girls and Hellfire know of mana, to my knowledge that is.
The fact that only two days have passed is great, as I was expecting upwards of a week to have passed as Grandpa raises the bar on how much punishment he deals out every spar, or the fact that I pushed him so far that he couldn’t just walk off the injuries I inflicted upon him. “Yes, so many things have been confirmed. He knows that something is off when I use mana, but he can’t pinpoint exactly what it is. The fact that I can use mana of a variety of different elements to get through his Armament Haki is amazing. That will be an ace for me and the girls in the second half of the Grand Line, where users of Haki are much more prevalent, or so he has told me anyway. I just wish I had some devil-fruit users to test techniques on, even though there is such a wide gamut of abilities out there. Thankfully they at least all into one of three categories. Gramps has also mentioned that Armament Haki is one of the few universal ways to harm any devil-fruit user, but is particularly useful against Logia types.” I pause to eat more food and drink down the small barrel of water, though I almost spit it up and/or drown from the water going down the wrong pipe with what Makino whispers to me next.
“Here is some additional encouragement for you to get to go even farther than this.” Here Makino gestures at her almost naked body, then continues with a grin. “Tie with Garp and I’ll get naked for you whenever you want and let your fingers go wherever you want on my body. But when you can be the one to carry Garp’s unconscious body back to the village after beating him, I’ll teach you everything I have learned and read about regarding sex that I so want to experience with you.” She finishes in a very seductive tone of voice punctuated by heavy moans as she licks and nibbles my ear.
The bonfire of excitement in my eyes grows to a supernova as I hastily make plans on how to push my progress, and if need be, put Garp in the ground while he is still living. Thoughts of strategies fly by through my mind until I have a rough estimation of how long it will take me to skip the tie and take the win from Garp. “Two years at the most until I can pull that off, or one year if I get really lucky by my estimation.” I say and I know that my words of confidence and the look in my eyes are having an effect on Makino, for her nipples are hardening as they grow while trying to tear their way through her bra. I am also sure that if I could see beneath the tray of food on her lap, I would see her panties darkening from the stain of her juices as her arousal almost becomes too much for her to handle.
I finish off the last morsel of food she has brought me and quick as a flash, I pull the tray from her lap to sling it across the room with a clatter as it lands on the floor. It doesn’t even have time to sound off from hitting the ground before I’m pulling Makino onto my lap for one hell of a make-out session.