10 Chapter 10 - Third Year Part 2.

The battle between Damon and Lucky Roux was a spectacle on the Red Force ship's deck. Damon, enveloped in the Susanoo's aura, delivered powerful blows with the giant skeletal arms, each move charged with the imposing energy of his Akuma no Mi.

Lucky Roux, agile and skilled, skillfully dodged Damon's attacks, demonstrating remarkable dexterity and mastery of Haki. His combat style was fluid, combining swift and precise movements despite his massive body. With surprising finesse, he evaded Susanoo's attacks, seizing openings to counter.

The deck trembled with the intensity of the battle as the two pirates showcased their unique abilities. The clash between Susanoo's purple aura and Lucky Roux's finesse created an incredible visual spectacle, with each move shaping the narrative of the fight.

The fervent cheers from both sides echoed across the deck, creating an electric atmosphere. Whitebeard's crew, excited, shouted words of encouragement, while Shanks' crew watched attentively, respecting the challenger's tenacity.

"What is this?!" Shanks couldn't help but exclaim from the other side of the ship. "This is my stubborn son. Gurarararara," Whitebeard laughed while sipping his sake. "The boy isn't bad," Benn remarked curiously. "You've got yourself an interesting brat, Whitebeard," Shanks also admired, feeling the fight on the other side.

Seeing Damon unleash the power of Susanoo and face a member of his crew with such ferocity, Shanks raised his eyebrows, revealing his inner shock. The relaxed smile that usually adorned his face remained, but his eyes conveyed deep consideration. "This is interesting," Shanks murmured to Benn Beckman, who was by his side. Beckman, the vice-captain and strategist, watched the fight with the same intensity, evaluating the young Damon's skills.

"Did you notice his wings?" his vice-captain asked. "Damn Whitebeard, do you know how lucky you are to get a member like this?!" Shanks couldn't help but complain. "Gurarararara. See? I got myself quite a special son!" He laughed, and Marco smiled by his side. "Yes, it seems the kid has a lot of potential and his fruit doesn't seem to be simple," responded Shanks, maintaining his relaxed posture but with a gleam of expectation in his eyes.

The battle continued with increasing intensity, each strategic move and powerful attack contributing to the grandeur of the confrontation. Damon sought to prove his strength as a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, while Lucky Roux, representing Shanks' crew, was determined to defend his captain's honor.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the battle persisted until Damon, after notable resistance, was finally defeated and thrown into Shanks' ship. The impact caused the walls to give way with a deafening boom.

BOOOM! The wall exploded, revealing Damon on Shanks' ship, now on unfamiliar terrain. "Ouch! My head hurts a bit... he sent me flying like a kite," grumbled Damon as he tried to get up.

While Damon struggled to regain his balance, he heard a sigh nearby. Turning quickly, he found a young girl crouched, wearing headphones and visibly stunned. "A girl?!" Damon exclaimed, surprised.

The young Uta, with her white and red hair and unique hairstyle, possessed an even more striking and distinctive presence. Her hair on one side, white like snowflakes, harmoniously blended with the reddish reflections on the other, creating a palette of colors as intriguing as it was dazzling.

The headphones resting on her ears seemed a contrast, adding a modern and urban touch to her appearance, while she maintained her curious and attentive gaze. Her face, adorned with a confused expression, revealed a brave youth ready to face this teenager, even amidst the explosion and chaos around her.

Damon, still stunned by the spectacular fall, found himself staring at young Uta with admiration and surprise.

"Who are you?" Damon exclaimed, trying to compose himself while rubbing his head.

Young Uta, with an air of childlike authority, replied: "I should be asking that. What are you doing on my ship? And, by the way, what was that explosion?"

Damon, scratching his head and laughing a bit at the situation, explained: "Sorry for the mess. I'm Damon, and I was fighting outside. Things got kinda intense, and I ended up being thrown into your ship. I hope I didn't break anything."

Uta crossed her arms, maintaining her sharp gaze. "Damon, huh? I'm Uta, and look around, how can you say you didn't break anything!" She exclaimed.

"Darn it, Marco will want me to pay for this!" Damon quickly exclaimed, alarmed.

"Who's Marco?" The girl asked.

"My older brother!" Damon said proudly.

"You have an older brother?" Uta asked, curious and somewhat lonely, wishing she had one like the teenager in front of her.

"Yes, not just one, but many of them. We're a big family under Pops' flag!" The boy exclaimed, radiating happiness.

"How many?" The girl asked, astonished.

"I think around 100, maybe a thousand or 10 thousand, I never counted..." The boy said, thoughtful, as if counting from 1 to 3.

"How can you say those numbers one after the other? And how can anyone have so many children? It's impossible!" The girl exclaimed.

"Hm? Oh, we're not biological children. Hahahaha. But we're a big family nonetheless!" He said happily.

Intrigued, Uta took off her headphones. "Wait, do you have wings?!" The girl exclaimed, seeing black wings behind the teenager for the first time.

"Oh, these, I was born with them, don't quite understand, they're growing rapidly, but I can't fly with them, cool, huh?" The boy spoke with a certain pride.

"Incredible, are you some kind of angel?" She seemed intrigued.

"Angel? I'm a pirate!" Damon said, unaware of what that word meant; he thought she was talking about some occupation.

"You're a pirate then!" She exclaimed with disgust, forgetting the matter of the wings.

Damon, with a carefree laugh, said, "You can call me that if you want. And you? What's a young girl like you doing on such a rowdy ship?"

Uta, smiling slightly, replied, "Well, it's none of your business, pirate. I don't like fighting and violence, but if you want to fight, you'll need to prove you're strong enough to be here. My dad can easily beat you!"

"Dad? Who?" The boy asked curiously.

"Shanks, he's the strongest man in the world!" The girl exclaimed.

"Shanks?! You're Shanks' daughter? But about being the strongest in the world? Of course not, Pops is the strongest man in the world!"

"You're wrong, Shanks is stronger than your Pops!"

"No, he's not, Pops is superior to everyone!"

"Shanks is much better!"

"Pops!"

"Shanks!"

"Pops!"

"Shanks!"

"Pops!"

The atmosphere was tense as Damon and Uta continued their exchange of words.

"Pops is the strongest man in the world, no matter what you say!" Damon insisted with conviction.

"You can't deny my father's skill. Shanks is a legend, and you can't just dismiss that." Uta's expression remained firm.

Damon, with a challenging smile, retorted, "So, what are you doing here if you don't like fights? It seems like this ship is full of them."

Uta crossed her arms again, responding with determination: "I don't like violence, but my father can protect me from everything and everyone. I can stay quiet singing in peace while he protects me! He's a great pirate!"

Damon raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "A great pirate? We're not exactly known for being 'nice.'"

"That doesn't mean there's no room for improvement. I don't like unnecessary fights; I'm teaching my father and his crew that they can learn to respect others and find ways to solve things without resorting to violence all the time."

"Well, that's strange..." The boy seemed lost, as his entire life was based on fist exchanges.

Uta let out a light laugh. "That would be a good start. You can learn with time too. Do you like music? I can sing, and I even have a power for it!" She seemed excited about the idea now with the young boy.

"All right, I don't have anything better to do now..." He said, wanting to see if this little girl could sing.

The two continued talking as Uta began to sing for the boy on that side of the ship, starting to forge a peculiar understanding amidst the 13-year-old teenager and the 8-year-old girl.