As the Son of Mihawk in One Piece

-5 years later

The dawn light filtered through the trees as Leon completed his fiftieth push-up, his small arms trembling with the effort but his face set with determination.

Sweat matted his black hair to his forehead as he pushed himself up one final time before rolling onto his back, golden eyes fixed on the canopy above.

He had been at it for nearly an hour already - push-ups, squats, sprints around the clearing, all carefully marked out according to Garp's instructions.

The old Marine had been quite specific about the training regimen during his last visit: fifty of each exercise, three laps around the marked trees, basic combat stances repeated until they became second nature.

Leon had completed all that thirty minutes ago. Now he was working on his own additions.

"Fifty more," he muttered to himself, rolling over to begin another set. His muscles burned in protest, but he ignored them.

This child's body was frustratingly weak for his desires, despite nearly a year of dedicated training. 

'Patience,' he reminded himself. 'Building strength takes time, especially in a child's body. Even with my knowledge, I can't rush biology - even if this world is shaped by one's will and dreams.'

Leon was awake - aware when he was born.

He saw the apparition of Imu - even heard the king of the world speaking with Mihawk.

'I'm the literal fucking son of the world's greatest swordsman, and have the blood of the highest form of nobility in the world. All this, though is pointless without a dream.

Dreams shape us. And with them, one can shape the world. 

I've already decided my dream though, the greatest dream anyone can have. One that I KNOW I can achieve. One in line with the basic desire of every man in the world.

A dream that will make my potential limitless...

My dream is-'

Suddenly, as he finished his extra set, Leon heard footsteps approaching through the underbrush. In one fluid motion, he switched to performing jumping jacks with deliberately less coordination, adding a childish counting pattern aloud.

"One, two, fwee, four!" he called out cheerfully as Dadan emerged from the trees, her imposing figure casting a long shadow across the clearing.

"Already at it, huh?" she grumbled, cigarette dangling from her lips as she surveyed the small boy. "That crazy old man has you up at dawn too. At least you're not breaking things like Ace."

Leon beamed with practiced innocence. "Gwamps says Marines wake up early! I gonna be strongest Marine ever!"

Dadan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just like he says. Come back for breakfast before the others eat it all."

As she turned to leave, Leon allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

Garp's reputation for extreme training methods and his well-known desire to turn his grandsons into Marines provided the perfect cover.

No one questioned why a five-year-old was performing exercises at dawn - it was simply "Garp's influence."

It was great. He unlike in a normal family wouldn't be wasting time having to act 'normal.'

All he had to keep in mind though, was not acting TOO mature. 

Sure, Ace was mature, but he didn't want to be anti-social kid. 

Allies are everything - and in this world, he'll need allies. He'll need to be... approachable.

Leon completed a few more jumping jacks for show, then followed Dadan back toward the mountain bandits' hideout.

His thoughts continued about Ace as they walked. The eight-year-old had been avoiding him even more than usual lately, ever since their fight over that rabbit eight months ago.

'Some would call it childish, as a former 20 year old getting into a fight with an 8 year old, but fuck it - Sue me, I have my pride. I had been tracking and tiring out that insanely big rabbit for over an hour, and the brat comes out of nowhere and steals the kill and results of my effort!'

The resulting scuffle had ended in what Leon considered a draw.

Ace, however, clearly saw it as a humiliating near-defeat at the hands of a four-year-old, and his cold shoulder had turned positively glacial since.

'Not that it matters,' Leon thought as they approached the hideout. 'Allies will be useful, but not essential yet. There's time.'

Breakfast at Dadan's hideout was, as always, a chaotic affair. The bandits jostled for position around the large pot of morning porridge, shouting and shoving as they filled their bowls.

Leon waited patiently, his small stature making him easy to overlook in the melee. He had learned early on that patience yielded better results than competition in this household.

It would simply tire him out, and cause the others to take it as a challenge, and try and take enough that he won't get any.

'Training' against future thieves, they called it.

Leon called it bullshit.

When most of the bandits had settled with their food, Leon slipped forward to claim his portion. As he turned with his bowl, Ace entered the room, his perpetual scowl deepening when he spotted Leon.

"Morning, Ace!" Leon chirped, receiving only a grunt in response as the older boy pushed past him to get his breakfast.

Leon settled in a corner, observing Ace while pretending to focus on his food. The older boy's movements were efficient, confident - he had grown noticeably stronger in the months since their confrontation.

Good reflexes too, Leon noted, remembering how quickly Ace had dodged his grab during their fight.

'He has potential', Leon mused. 'Rough now, unpolished, but the raw material is exceptional. A born conqueror. He could've become one of the strongest... were it not for his untimely death.'

The thought gave Leon pause. The future wasn't fixed - his very presence here proved that. Some outcomes could be altered.

Not that he particularly cared about Ace's fate beyond his use - this is the real world now, he can't, Ace and him aren't really close right now, and his death would've been when he was an adult, and brought it on himself. 

Now, if they eventually become friends - Leon knows that will change. For now though that's not the case, since the boy has been avoiding him with suspicion like a plague since Leon decided he wanted to be a marine.

"You two, stop glaring at each other and eat," Dadan barked, misinterpreting Leon's gaze as hostile. "I swear, you're too much alike - stubborn as rocks and always fighting."

"I not glaring," Leon protested with a childish pout. "I just eating!"

Ace snorted derisively but said nothing, focusing intently on his porridge.

"When you're done," Dadan continued, "Ace, you're on water duty. Leon, you're helping Dogra gather firewood."

"Yes, Dadan-san!" Leon replied cheerfully, while Ace merely nodded.

As they finished eating, Leon watched Ace slip his empty bowl into the wash basin and head outside without a backward glance.

Through the doorway, Leon could see another boy waiting at the edge of the forest - Sabo, Ace's only friend.

The blonde boy grinned as Ace approached, and the two immediately began talking animatedly as they walked into the woods.

'Their brotherhood is already forming,' Leon noted. 'Soon enough, Luffy will arrive and complete their trio. A powerful alliance indeed... one worth becoming part of and cultivating when the opportunity presents itself.'

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The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as Leon practiced the fighting stances Garp had taught him.

His small fists moved through the air as he executed a jab, a cross and a hook - his technique quite decent for a five year old.

"Too high," he muttered to himself, adjusting his guard position. "Garp showed it lower."

He was careful to maintain two versions of each technique: the correct way he knew would be most effective, and a slightly flawed version. When others were watching, he would only show the latter.

'Blackbeard showed how hiding once strength can be very useful. My motto is - show enough strength that people want to follow and trust you, but hide enough that no one can truly create a plan against you, because they'll always have wrong info about your true capabilities.'

Leon moved through the sequence again, deliberately dropping his guard slightly this time. 

As he completed the sequence, Leon's thoughts drifted to this world's father of his.

This world's... He in the beginning, after processing, as a baby, had cried to no end after finally processing his reincarnation and how he died, and lost his family because of it...

Leon shook his head, as he pushed that thought away.

He thought back to Mihawk, - a tall, imposing figure with the same ringed eyes as him, but red instead of golden - like in the manga instead of the anime.

And behind him, Leon remembered him - the shadowy presence of Imu, his grandfather, the secret ruler of the world.

'What would they think of me if they knew?' he wondered with internal amusement, throwing another punch. 'The grandson of the king, playing at being a mountain bandit's charge. The son of the world's greatest swordsman, throwing childish punches in a forest clearing.'

He liked imagining their reactions - in this world he had no access to the entertainment he had in the past. No earbuds with music, no movies, tv shows, anime, etc.

So he made entertaining scenarios in his head.

'If Dadan knew, the woman would most likely have a heart attack.' Leon thought to himself, with a internal chuckle.

He executed a roundhouse kick, his small leg whipping through the air.

'But this is just the beginning. I will become-'

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden feeling of success as he completed a particularly difficult combination flawlessly.

A genuine smile spread across his face - a rare, unguarded moment of childlike joy at his achievement.

The forest around him seemed to respond to his mood, birds calling from the canopy above, sunlight dappling the ground through swaying branches.

For a moment, Leon simply stood and absorbed it all, finding beauty in this world he now inhabited.

Then, sensing someone approaching, he immediately switched to performing the basic punches.

Dogra appeared at the edge of the clearing, carrying an empty basket. "Still at it, huh? Garp will be pleased with your dedication."

"I gonna make Gwamps proud!" Leon responded with childish enthusiasm.

"Well, don't wear yourself out. Garp's coming for a visit today, and you know what that means."

Leon's expression showed genuine mixed feelings - excitement at gauging his progress against Garp's expectations, but dread of the infamous "Fist of Love" that inevitably accompanied any training session.

"Gwamps is coming today? Really?" he asked, bouncing on his toes.

"Should be here by dinner," Dogra confirmed. "Now come on, we need to gather firewood before he arrives."

Leon nodded eagerly, following Dogra into the forest while mentally preparing himself for Garp's visit.

The Marine hero's appearances were always informative - not just for the training but for the news he inadvertently shared about the outside world. Every scrap of information helped.

Plus, there was the matter of the photograph Garp had mentioned during his last visit - the one he wasn't "old enough" to see yet.

Leon had knew from Mihawk's words before departure, tha it showed his mother, and his curiosity was genuine. He remembered nothing of Elise Aurelius beyond the vague impression of golden hair and a gentle voice.

It was also useful for his plans too.

'I look too much like dad, anyone who knows him a bit, will eventually recognize me as his son - I gotta dye my hair at least.'

'Dyeing it blond like my mother, because I find her beautiful or something - who knows what kind of backstory gramps has in store for why I have no dad or mom - will be very useful.'

As they gathered sticks and branches, Leon's mind continued to work, planning how to maximize the benefits of Garp's visit while minimizing the inevitable pain that came with it.

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"BWAHAHA! There are my grandsons!" Garp's booming voice echoed through the hideout as he burst through the door, his massive frame seeming to fill the entire entrance.

Dadan immediately backed away, her face a mixture of fear and resignation. "You're back already? It's only been two months!"

"What kind of grandfather would I be if I didn't check on my boys?" Garp laughed, scanning the room until his eyes fell on Leon and Ace. "There they are! Growing strong, I hope!"

Leon ran forward with childlike enthusiasm. "Gwamps! I did all the training! Every day!"

Garp's large hand came down to ruffle Leon's black hair. "That's what I like to hear! And you, Ace?"

Ace, who had been attempting to blend into the wall, scowled and looked away. "I don't need your stupid training. I'm strong enough already."

"NONSENSE!" Garp boomed, his fist connecting with Ace's head in the familiar "Fist of Love" that both boys had come to dread. "No grandson of mine is ever strong enough! You'll be Marines, both of you! The strongest Marines!"

Ace rubbed his head, glaring daggers at Garp. "I'll never be a Marine! Never!"

Leon, anticipating his turn, braced himself as Garp turned toward him. The blow came swiftly, and despite his preparation, Leon couldn't help but wince as pain exploded across the top of his head.

"That's for thinking my training regimen isn't enough! I can see you've been adding to it!" Garp declared.

Leon blinked in surprise. He'd been careful to hide his additional exercises. "I just doing what you showed me, Gwamps!"

Garp's booming laugh returned. "Can't fool these eyes, boy! I've trained too many recruits not to notice. Your form is too good for for the time I gave you." He nodded approvingly. "Good initiative! A Marine needs to push himself!"

Leon rubbed his head, mentally noting that he'd need to be more careful about hiding his true abilities.

Garp was observant - which is expected. He'd be honestly disappointed if the Hero of the Marines couldn't see through a child's tricks - reincarnator or not.

'It also makes him the perfect training opportunity too - if I can fool Garp, I can fool the entire world.' Leon thought with an internal smile.

"Now, outside! Both of you! Time to see what you've learned!"

The training session that followed was grueling, even by Garp's standards. He drove both boys through drills, corrected stances, and demonstrated new techniques with his usual combination of excessive force and boisterous encouragement.

"You've got good eyes, boy," Garp commented as Leon perfectly mimicked a new blocking technique after seeing it just once. "Always watching, learning. That'll serve you well."

"I watch everything, Gwamps!" Leon replied, beaming with childlike pride. "Wanna learn it all!"

Ace, nursing a bruised arm from a particularly enthusiastic demonstration, scowled at the praise directed at Leon. "Can we be done now? This is stupid."

"STUPID?!" Garp roared, delivering another blow to Ace's head. "This is your future! Both of you will be great Marines! It's decided!"

"I'll be a pirate before I'm a Marine!" Ace shot back defiantly.

"NEVER SAY THAT!" Garp's face reddened with genuine anger. "No grandson of mine will become a filthy pirate!"

Leon, seeing an opportunity to reinforce his cover, make Garp happy, and make his anger towards Ace go away, jumped up and down excitedly. "I be strongest Marine ever, Gwamps! Promise!"

Garp's anger melted into approval as he turned to Leon. "That's the spirit!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package wrapped in cloth. "Almost forgot. I brought something for you, Leon. Not for now - for when you're a bit older."

Leon stepped forward, curiosity genuine as Garp unwrapped the package, showing him what appeared to be a photograph.

"Your mother," Garp said simply. "Soon - when you're a bit older, old enough to understand, I'll give this to you and answer some of your questions. For now, just know she was a good woman."

Leon stared at the image of the beautiful woman.

'She's looks... kind.' Leon thought to himself as he saw her warm smile, before Garp finally rewrapped it and tucked it away.

Something unexpected stirred in his chest - a feeling he couldn't immediately identify.

'Sentiment,' he realized with surprise. 'Genuine sentiment for a woman I don't even remember.'

The moment passed quickly as Garp clapped his massive hands together. "Now, back to training! I'll make men out of you both yet!"

By the time Garp departed that evening, both boys were exhausted, covered in bruises, and - in Ace's case - seething with resentment.

Leon, however, had mentally catalogued every new technique, every scrap of information he got.

"Remember your training!" Garp called as he marched away into the forest. "I'll be back to check your progress! You'll be the pride of the Marines one day!"

"NEVER!" Ace shouted after him, while Leon waved enthusiastically.

"Bye, Gwamps! I keep training!"

As Garp disappeared from view, Dadan sighed heavily. "That man is going to be the death of me. Come on, brats, dinner's ready."

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Night had fallen over the mountain, the hideout quiet save for the snoring of the bandits.

Leon sat cross-legged on his sleeping mat, reviewing the day's training in his mind.

The dinner had been typically chaotic, but Leon had noticed when Ace slipped away early, a determined look on his face.

It wasn't the first time the older boy had disappeared in the evening, and Leon had a good idea where he was going.

"That damn brat," Dadan grumbled, noticing Ace's absence as she collected the empty bowls. "Always disappearing without a word."

She looked around the room, her eyes settling on Leon. "Hey, small fry. Go find Ace and tell him to get back here. He can't just come and go as he pleases."

Leon looked up with 'innocence.' "Me? But it dark outside."

"You're small enough to not draw attention in town. Just find him and tell him to come back," Dadan insisted. "Besides, you're the only one he might actually listen to, since you're both Garp's problem."

This was untrue - Ace barely acknowledged Leon's existence - but he wasn't about to correct her when it served his purposes.

"Okay, Dadan-san! I find Ace!" he agreed.

Following Ace's trail through the dark forest was simple enough. Despite his small size, Leon's senses were sharp, and he had been paying close attention to Ace's habits.

The path led predictably toward Edge Town, the seedier district that bordered the Gray Terminal.

'He's going to another bar,' Leon thought as he navigated the darkened forest path. 'To ask that same question he always asks.'

Leon had observed this pattern before - from the outside. He hadn't ever had the excuse to follow him like this before.

Ace would visit different establishments, wait for the right moment, and then pose his question: "What if Gold Roger had a son?"

The responses were always the same - disgust, hatred, calls for the hypothetical child's death - and Ace would invariably attack the speakers before returning to the mountain, slightly battered but with some strange satisfaction.

It was a form of self-flagellation that Leon found both fascinating and stupid.

Ace was defining himself by his father's legacy, even as he fought against it.

As the lights of Edge Town came into view, Leon slowed his pace, moving more cautiously. A five-year-old wandering alone at night would attract unwanted attention.

He stuck to the shadows, his small size an advantage as he tracked Ace to a particularly rundown establishment called "The Rusty Anchor."

Positioning himself outside, Leon found a crate to stand on that allowed him to peer through a grimy window.

Inside, he could see Ace already seated at the bar, a glass of what was probably juice in front of him. The bartender - a burly man with a scar across one cheek - seemed to know him, suggesting this wasn't Ace's first visit to this particular establishment.

The bar's other patrons were exactly what Leon expected: rough-looking men with weathered faces and hard eyes, the kind who lived on the margins of society.

Pirates, probably, or former pirates too old or injured to continue the life. Perfect targets for Ace's perverse ritual of self-punishment.

Leon watched as Ace engaged in a casual conversation with the bartender, clearly biding his time before asking his question. The scene was so predictable it would have been boring if not for the opportunity it presented.

Though deep down, Leon did find a bit of anger at this - at this suffering Ace bestowed upon himself. Ace was still a kid - an annoying brat, who was a pain in the ass to deal with, and act kind towards, but still a kid.

He of course didn't like it how he hurt himself like this.

As if on cue, Ace's posture shifted slightly, and Leon could read the intention in his body language.

The question was coming.

"Hey," Ace said, his voice carrying through the partially open window. "What would you do if Gold Roger had a son?"

The atmosphere in the bar shifted instantly. Several men who had been mid-conversation fell silent, turning to stare at the small boy who had asked such a loaded question.

"What did you say, kid?" asked a man with a patchy beard and yellowed teeth.

Ace's face remained neutral, but Leon could see the tension in his shoulders as he repeated, "I asked what you would do if Gold Roger had a son. If he left behind a child."

The first response came from a wiry man near the bar. "I'd gut the demon spawn myself! No child of that monster deserves to live!"

"The Marines should hunt down any woman who might've carried Roger's child," added another, spitting on the floor for emphasis. "Can't risk that bloodline continuing."

The heavyset man closest to Ace leaned in, his breath visibly making the boy recoil slightly. "A disgusting faggot like that should be tortured before dying. Parasite on the earth, that's what any son of Roger would be."

Leon watched Ace's face carefully. To most, it would appear impassive, perhaps slightly curious. But Leon could see the almost imperceptible flinch at each cruel word, the slight tightening around his eyes that betrayed his pain.

"I'd pay good money to watch that execution," laughed another patron, a tall man with a hook for a hand. "Make it slow too, not quick like they did with Roger. Let the world see the devil's blood spill."

"Why you asking, boy?" the bartender inquired, narrowing his eyes. "Got some information about such a child?"

Ace shook his head. "Just curious what people think."

"Well, I think," said the heavyset man, leaning even closer to Ace, "that any woman whore enough to bed Roger should've been smart enough to drown any resulting spawn at birth. Would've done the world a favor."

Leon could see Ace's hands beginning to clench into fists beneath the bar.

This was the pattern he knows from his past life and the results of it in this life - Ace would listen until he couldn't bear it anymore, then attack them all in a rage before fleeing back to the mountain.

But tonight, the comments were particularly vicious, and Ace seemed to be reaching his breaking point faster than usual.

Leon decided it high time to interfere.

Just as Ace's muscles tensed to spring into action, the door to the bar slammed open. Every head turned to see a tiny black-haired child standing in the doorway, golden eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"ACE!" Leon called out in his childish voice. "Dadan says come home now!"

The bar patrons stared in confusion at the five-year-old who had just interrupted their conversation. Ace looked equally shocked, frozen in his pre-attack position.

Leon didn't wait for responses. With a speed that belied his small size, he darted across the room, making a beeline for the heavyset man who had used the slur.

Before anyone could react, Leon had leapt onto the table in front of him and grabbed a fistful of the man's greasy hair.

"You said a bad word!" Leon shouted, his childish voice at odds with the violence that followed as he slammed the man's face into the wooden table with shocking force. "You're the disgustin' fag! YOU ARE!"

Blood sprayed from the man's nose as Leon repeated the action, smashing his face into the table again and again. "You mean! You bad! You call others names 'cause you scared! You don't want alone be fag so call others fag!"

The bar erupted into chaos. The patrons, momentarily stunned by the sight of a five-year-old attacking with such ferocity, quickly recovered and moved to intervene.

"What the hell? Get this crazy kid!"

Leon released the now-unconscious man and spun to face the others. As a burly pirate lunged for him, Leon ducked between his legs and delivered a perfectly aimed kick to the back of the man's knee, sending him crashing down.

"Kids not bad for what daddies do!" Leon shouted as he grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it against the reaching hand of another attacker. "Kids are good! Kids are nice! Adults make them bad!"

Ace remained frozen at the bar, watching in disbelief as this tiny child - whom he had dismissed as weak and annoying - fought with a savagery that matched his own.

A man with a knife lunged at Leon, who responded by sinking his teeth into the attacker's wrist with such force that the man screamed and dropped his weapon.

Leon spat out the taste of blood and continued his assault, climbing up the man's body like a monkey to deliver a headbutt directly to his nose.

"Mean people! Bullies! Leave Ace alone!"

Another patron drew a pistol from his belt, taking aim at the small whirlwind of violence. Leon's eyes caught the movement instantly.

He grabbed a glass from a nearby table and hurled it accurately, striking the man's hand just as he pulled the trigger. The shot went wide, embedding itself in the ceiling as Leon launched himself at the gunman.

The fight continued for several minutes, a blur of broken furniture, shattered glass, and increasingly desperate attacks from the bar patrons.

Throughout it all, Leon maintained his childish rage. He used his small size to his advantage, darting between legs, climbing up bodies, and striking vulnerable points.

Ace finally broke from his stupor when the bartender reached beneath the counter and produced a shotgun. Before he could bring it to bear, Leon had already vaulted over the bar delivered a two-footed kick to the man's chest, sending him crashing into the bottles lined up behind him.

As the final opponent fell, silence descended on the devastated bar. Broken furniture, unconscious bodies, and shattered glass covered every surface.

In the center of it all stood Leon, his small chest heaving with exertion, knuckles bloodied but otherwise unharmed.

He turned to face Ace, whose expression remained one of complete shock.

"I hungry, Ace," Leon said matter-of-factly, as if he hadn't just single-handedly demolished an entire bar of grown men. "Dadan said no coming back till you come back."

Ace opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, but no words came out.

Leon walked past him toward the door, pausing only briefly to look back. "Coming? I really hungry." He said as he rubbed his stomach.

Ace remained frozen, his eyes moving from Leon to the destruction around them and back again, trying to reconcile the innocent-seeming five-year-old with the force of nature he had just witnessed.

'That felt really fucking good - hitting those pieces of shit like that, actually using my strength...' Leon thought to himself as he stepped outside into the night, leaving Ace to process what had just happened.

As the cool air hit his face, Leon allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

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The walk back to the mountain was silent. Ace trailed several paces behind Leon, his expression still stunned, occasionally opening his mouth as if to speak before thinking better of it.

Leon maintained his childlike demeanor, occasionally skipping a few steps or pausing to look at interesting shadows cast by the moonlight.

As they approached Dadan's hideout, Leon finally broke the silence. "Are you mad at me, Ace?"

Ace startled slightly, as if surprised to be addressed. "What? No... I just... why did you do that?"

Leon tilted his head in childlike confusion. "They were being mean. Saying bad things."

"But it wasn't about you," Ace pressed, clearly struggling to understand. "They were talking about... someone else."

"But it made you sad, didn' it?" Leon asked with wide innocent eyes.

Ace stared at him for a long moment stunned once more as something vulnerable flickering across "You did that because you thought I was... sad?"

Leon nodded eagerly. "Of course! I don' like Ace sad!"

Ace continued to look stunned before his face he forced his usual scowl to return. "You shouldn't have interfered. I could have handled it myself."

"I know," Leon nodded seriously. "You're strong. But I was hungry, and Dadan said we both need to come home."

This non-sequitur seemed to throw Ace off balance again. Before he could respond, the door to the hideout swung open, revealing an irritated Dadan.

"Finally! What took you so long?" She paused, noticing the blood on Leon's clothes. "What happened to you?"

"Some mean men at the bar," Leon said casually. "They fell down."

Dadan looked from Leon to Ace, clearly sensing there was more to the story, but ultimately deciding not to pursue it. "Whatever. Your food's getting cold. Eat and then bed, both of you."

As they entered the hideout, Leon could feel Ace's eyes on him. 

Leon sat down to eat his cold stew, hiding a smile behind his spoon.

Things were progressing nicely.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!

Do tell me how you found it.

I hope I wrote everyone in character. It's the first time I'm writing anything One Piece related.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)