One Piece: Waves of Destiny

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One month passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Roja focused primarily on Ain's swordsmanship training, raising her skill to the intermediate level of a great swordsman—a feat comparable to most vice admirals in the Navy. Meanwhile, Stella received intense physical conditioning and training in her Devil Fruit abilities. What surprised Roja the most was Stella's extraordinary talent. Her mastery over her fruit's power exceeded all his expectations.

Hina's strength had also improved significantly. However, as Hina wasn't officially part of Roja's core team, she wouldn't be participating in the upcoming matches, no matter her progress.

By the day of the match, the training grounds were packed with Navy personnel eager to witness the highly anticipated showdown. This was no ordinary event—such opportunities to observe the Navy's top combatants in action were exceedingly rare.

The air buzzed with speculation.

"Do you think Admiral White Dove will win?"

"I doubt it. All of his fighters are women!"

"Yeah, but I'd still trade places with him to have his team, if you catch my drift!"

"Still, Kizaru's side has the upper hand, no question about it!"

Their hushed voices did not escape Ain's sharp ears. She turned to Roja and asked, "Lord Roja, who is our third fighter?"

Roja smiled faintly. "That depends on her. If she refuses, then we'll compete with just two."

He added confidently, "Besides, this is a win-win scenario. As long as the two of you give it your best and claim victory, we won't even need a third."

Both Ain and Stella met his gaze with unwavering determination.

"Don't worry, Lord Roja. I will not fail you," Ain vowed.

"Master, Stella will not disappoint you," Stella echoed.

Roja nodded but tempered his encouragement with caution. "Remember, act within your limits. If you find yourselves overwhelmed, retreat. Victory isn't worth unnecessary harm."

Hearing his care, both women felt a surge of warmth and loyalty.

As the sun blazed high in the sky, the competition began. Roja and Kizaru stood face-to-face on the training ground.

"Admiral White Dove, you seem awfully confident," Kizaru remarked, his tone lazy but his eyes sharp.

"I never do anything I'm not prepared for," Roja replied calmly.

Kizaru raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, scary, scary. So, who's your first fighter?"

"Stella," Roja announced without hesitation.

The Doved erupted in disbelief.

"Stella? Isn't she just Admiral White Dove's maid?"

"What's she doing in a fight like this?"

"This is arrogance! Pure arrogance!"

Despite the whispers, Stella showed no reaction. She stepped into the center of the training ground, her maid uniform immaculate, her expression calm.

Kizaru's amused smirk deepened. "A maid? Really, Admiral White Dove?"

Without a word, Kizaru nodded to a giant seated cross-legged nearby. "Doberman, you're up first."

With a thunderous rumble, Vice Admiral Doberman rose to his full ten-meter height—two meters taller than Whitebeard's infamous offspring. His massive frame was adorned with scars, and he wielded an blunt-edged sword.

"Stella doesn't stand a chance!"

"She's just a flower walking to her doom!"

"This is over before it starts!"

Doberman peered down at Stella, his deep voice booming. "Little girl, surrender now. I'd hate to see you hurt."

Stella remained silent, her expression unchanging.

Taking her lack of response as defiance, Doberman raised his massive fist. "Very well, then! Don't blame me if you regret this later!"

"Let the match begin!" announced Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

Doberman wasted no time. "Smash!" he bellowed, his enormous fist crashing downward with terrifying speed. The force of the blow roared through the air, his sleeves snapping violently with the wind.

But Stella remained motionless until the last moment.

"Rakshasa Form," she whispered.

Dark energy erupted from her body, cloaking her in a jet-black aura. Her maid uniform transformed, the aura etching intricate, ominous patterns across her limbs. Her arms and legs morphed into sharp, blade-like appendages.

A collective shiver passed through the crowd as they beheld her transformation. The once-delicate maid now radiated an eerie, predatory presence.

With a burst of speed, Stella leaped into the air, leaving deep slashes in the ground where she had stood. Twisting her body mid-air, she became a spinning blur of blades, aiming directly for Doberman's arm.

Before anyone could comprehend what had happened, Stella had landed gracefully, her Rakshasa Form dissipating. She turned toward Roja, performing a flawless maid's curtsey.

The Doved fell silent. Doberman's arm fell to his side with a resounding thud. Blood poured from clean, precise cuts etched into his massive limb. The giant staggered, his sword slipping from his grasp.

Roja's calm gaze never wavered. Stella's expression remained serene, as though her devastating performance had been nothing more than a chore.

The next moment…

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