One Piece: Winds of Rebellion

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This is an unassuming island on the Grand Line known as Asuka Island.

The people here are simple and kind, working tirelessly to carve out a modest, peaceful life. They should have enjoyed prosperity, but fate had other plans.

A persistent rumor, never substantiated, has turned Asuka into a magnet for pirates, who repeatedly raid the island, leaving disaster in their wake.

The villagers, in response, have adapted. Their homes are built tightly together, forming a defensive perimeter to resist pirate invasions. Yet, from a bird's-eye view of the island, one might notice an isolated treehouse in the forest—a stark contrast to the interconnected homes.

It stands alone, shrouded in solitude.

Beneath the large tree supporting the house, a group of skinny children gathered. They nudged one another forward, each hesitant to approach the treehouse. Finally, the eldest among them mustered his courage and shouted:

"Alan! The High Priest is looking for you!"

The stillness of the forest was broken by the soft sound of footsteps. A boy emerged from the treehouse. His face, handsome yet calm, carried an air of maturity far beyond his years.

In an instant, the children scattered like frightened sparrows, their panicked cries echoing through the trees:

"Run! The monster's out!"

"He saw me! Oh no, he must know I stole some meat!"

"You WHAT? You didn't even share with me?"

Alan's expression remained impassive, as though he had long grown accustomed to such fear and rejection. He turned and spoke softly to someone still inside the treehouse.

"Demi, I'm heading out. Stay safe and don't wander, okay?"

A sweet voice replied from within, "Brother, Demi will be good! I promise!"

Relieved, Alan shut the windows and leapt gracefully from the ten-meter-high treehouse, landing without a sound.

It wasn't long before he reached the village's temple. The High Priest awaited him, leaning on a staff. The old man's frail figure and gray hair gave him the appearance of someone weathered by time and responsibility.

"Alan," the High Priest began, his voice heavy with urgency. "I need your help with a matter of life and death for our people."

"Please, High Priest, just tell me what needs to be done," Alan replied solemnly, his face resolute.

The High Priest hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his ancient features. Then, as if steeling himself, he continued.

"This is a tale that stretches back thousands of years. Tell me, Alan, have you heard the legend of the cursed holy sword?"

Alan nodded. "Yes. The pirates who come here are always searching for it, though I thought it was just a myth."

The High Priest's gaze darkened. "It is no myth. The legend is true."

Alan's eyes widened in disbelief. "That can't be...!"

The High Priest sighed, his voice laden with the weight of history. "Long ago, under the ominous glow of a blood-red full moon, our ancestors feared disaster and misfortune. They called it the 'Crimson Moon,' a harbinger of calamity.

"To protect Asuka Island, the gods granted our people three sacred gems as a shield and the Seven-Star Sword as a spear. For centuries, these divine gifts protected the island.

"But over time, the Seven-Star Sword grew tainted, corrupted by darkness. It became a cursed blade, bringing ruin to all who wielded it. Our clan was tasked with guarding the sword, keeping it sealed away to prevent its malevolence from spreading across the world."

Alan remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he listened.

The High Priest continued. "When the Crimson Moon appears every hundred years, the seal weakens. It must be renewed with the sacred gems and the blood of a chosen priestess.

"But the next priestess is still a child, too young to perform the ritual. And I am far too old. No one else in our clan has the power to complete the seal. If the Seven-Star Sword is unleashed, darkness will engulf the seas."

Alan's fists clenched. "So what are you asking of me, High Priest?"

The old man's expression grew grim. "There is only one way. We must offer the gods a perfect sacrifice to strengthen the seal and buy more time."

Alan's heart sank. "And you mean... me, don't you?"