CHAPTER 13

ENZO POV

The death of the old man broke something inside of me. True, death is the cycle of life, none can appreciate life without death, but can you say that when you have spent two lives near-constant death. Where ever you go, death was there to follow, can you still be yourself with that?

My brothers and sisters in the military were my family in my first life. When ordinary people are sent headfirst into battle, blood did not mean anything, for we choose to become each other's family. In that life, I saw a lot of my family members die until eventually, it was my time.

Then I was reborn, a second life, a beautiful beginning with my family, this time my family by blood. Having no parents in my first life, I really appreciated the parents that I had in the second life. In front of them, I tried not to act as an adult, I choose to become a kid to them, and I loved it. I thought finally this time I could be happy, I thought it was a gift from the universe to be given this chance.

But once again it wasn't meant to be. For death came through cannonballs in the air and through the laughter of men who can only be described as butchers. They destroyed the town I lived in, they killed the family and friends that I had, they took my happiness away from me.

Then the old man came, as I stood in the graves of my parents not sure of what to do, he came out of nowhere. Somehow I could feel it, it was like the old man has experienced and seen my pain. I stayed by him especially when he said that he would train me, I took the opportunity that was handed to me.

Unbeknownst to the old man, I know I had resentment and fear in my heart, both were equally good motivators. I resented the pirates that made my home a field of slaughter, and I feared this life. For without power you can easily be slaughtered like an animal in a butcher's house.

So even if the old man died I train. I buried him near the cave and I trained for 2 more years, 2 years of being alone. When the time came, I paid my respects to the old man one last time and began my journey through life.

Upon exiting the forest and casually choosing a direction, the first thing I stumbled upon was a group of pirates, doing what they do best, pillaging, murdering, and raping. The anger I felt at that moment was something I never felt before. My eyes became red as I transformed into my Yeti form, and began a slaughter. The pirates thought themselves to be tough, but how tough can you really be when you are just considered rookies in the Grandline.

They rain bullets at me, but none was effective. One by one I killed them, their blood covered my fist and splattering my face. I attack them with no care in the world, until eventually, only one man was standing their captain, albeit with shaking legs.

He desperately fired his remaining bullets at me, but none could penetrate nor damage the fur of my form. I walk slowly towards him, every step I took the more fearful he became. This was the same fear that he and his fellow crewmates had inflicted on the people of the town.

As the distance between him and I was getting shorter, he began to cry. Snot came falling down from his nose and he fell on his butt. He began to beg for his life, just like the people who without me would have begged for theirs. It disgusts me, a man like him who wanted to kill other people did not even have the courage to face death when it came for him. The more I look, the more annoyed I became, so I ended him.

I extended my claws and with a quick motion, I severed his head from his body. His crying face not able to understand what just happen. After few a seconds of his severed head rolling in the ground, the townspeople began to shout. One man took his head from the ground causing the people to shout even louder. I watch as I saw them, happy to be alive, to live another day.

The man who took the severed head gave it to me and he gave me a moniker, one that would make me a champion of the ordinary people, The White Titan.

It was on that day I began my bounty hunter career. Each pirate would be delivered to whichever marine base was the closes. The first time I delivered a severed head in a marine base, the marines thought that I was an enemy and that I was sent by someone to deliver a message, that was a funny little debacle. After multiple severed heads were delivered in exchange for cash, the marines gave me another name, The Bloody Titan.

Due to my reputation, the marines wanted to make me one of their own. The person who personally came to asked me was, Vice Admiral Garp. I already thought about this since the old man died, and I just didn't want to be part of any group anymore. I didn't want to see another set of friends and family die in battle. I declined, I was okay being alone, you did not have to fear the death of those close to you. Garp reluctantly accepted my decision and left me alone, but he did not leave without saying one last thing to me.

"Perhaps the sea will help you find what you need", Garp said in a serious tone. Why did he say that to me? I don't know, perhaps he saw something in me, who knows really. Only he can answer that.

After my meeting with him, I continued my hunt, but in the back of my mind, I always wanted my revenge. To kill the pirates that attack my home town. I wanted to find them, but every time I got information on them, they either gone or the information was fake.

But now, Rear Admiral Akehende said that he found them, the pirates that ended the happiness of my second life. I will kill them all, they were the only reason why I stayed in the Grandline. If I can kill them now, then I will go to the New World and slaughter all the pirates that were there, for I am The White Titan, and I will be there reckoning.

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