Summoner in One Piece

The air was still thick with the aftermath of battle, but a sense of triumph permeated the small group. Alex, with a satisfied grin, offered a piece of roasted Spinosaurus meat to the newly summoned Acronix. The tiny, lizard-like creature sniffed cautiously, then took a tentative bite, its eyes lighting up as it devoured the savory offering.

"Good boy," Alex murmured, patting its small head. He then turned to his companions. "Right. That's done. Now, I'll head back to Tonryuu and arrange for a proper ship. Something seaworthy, designed for exploration."

"Hold on, Alex," Olvia interjected, her arms crossed. "While a proper ship is ideal, don't you think it defeats the spirit of adventure? We're on a new continent. We should have our own adventure, explore these islands as we find them. A ship from Tonryuu would be... too easy. Too planned."

Tsunade chuckled, already creating several shadow clones. "She has a point, Alex. Besides, my clones can start chopping down some trees. Useful for shelter, rafts, or whatever else we might need." The clones efficiently moved towards the jungle, the rhythmic thud of axes soon echoing through the trees.

Olvia then turned to Erza. "Erza, while they're doing that, why don't we scavenge the pirate ships? See if there's anything useful we can salvage. Maps, supplies, perhaps even some decent lumber." Erza nodded, her eyes already scanning the wreckage of the pirate vessels.

While Erza and Olvia set to work, Tsunade approached Alex. "Alex," she said, her expression more serious. "You mentioned how useful a sneak attack was. That wasn't just brute force, it was strategy, stealth, and a controlled infusion of chakra and mana. Perhaps it's time you seriously considered some ninja training. It would complement your existing abilities."

Alex considered it. The rank-up to Dragon Knight had felt profound, a testament to his innate power, but Tsunade's point about skill and control resonated. "You're right," he agreed. "Where do we start?"

Tsunade grinned. "First, we check your elemental affinity." Alex quickly bought a Chakra Testing Paper from the system store (he noted the point deduction, a reminder that his efforts in spreading faith in Tonryuu were yielding tangible rewards). He channeled his mana into the paper, and it quickly showed a distinct Fire attribute.

Alex's brow furrowed slightly. "Only one?" he mumbled, a touch of self-pity in his tone. "Most of the heroes I read about before... they had multiple attributes." He started to sulk, feeling a pang of childish disappointment.

Tsunade chuckled, a knowing warmth in her eyes. "Oh, Alex. Nawaki had a similar expression when he first checked his attributes. It's not common to have more than one, you know. Single attributes, especially strong ones like fire, are more usual. And powerful, believe me. Now, let's begin the basics of chakra control." And so, under the set ting sun, Tsunade began Alex's rudimentary ninja training, focusing on basic chakra manipulation.

Time, stretched and compressed by the urgency of their tasks and the intensity of their training, moved forward. The next afternoon, the group had constructed a surprisingly sturdy makeshift boat. It was a broad, flat-bottomed vessel, designed for speed through many oars, reminiscent of a Viking longship, though clearly rougher in its construction. Enough to carry them and their supplies.

They set sail, heading out into the open sea. Alex, eager for a break and a chance to truly experience this world, wanted to try his hand at fishing. But Tsunade, ever the strict teacher, quickly shut him down. "No time for leisure, Alex! Focus on your chakra control exercises. You're still sloppy."

And so, as Tsunade's clones tirelessly rowed alongside Erza, keeping the makeshift longship cutting swiftly through the waves, Alex was forced to sit at the stern, diligently performing chakra control exercises, much to his chagrin. Meanwhile, Happy, the agile Exceed, chased after flying fish, occasionally diving into the water for a playful splash, while the newly summoned Acronix, a tiny, curious creature, explored the small boat, occasionally letting out soft, rumbling purrs, clearly enjoying the sea air.

After sailing for a day, the vast, blue horizon remained unbroken. As everyone continued to row, a distant silhouette appeared on the horizon. A ship. Not a pirate vessel, but a sleek, imposing form with the unmistakable symbol of a marine emblem on its sails. They had found a Marine ship.

A thrill of mixed anticipation and caution ran through the group. They needed information, they needed to reach an inhabited island, and this was their chance. They decided to approach the Marine ship. They rowed faster, and faster still, thinking the Marines might slip away.

Meanwhile, on the Marine ship, the crew on deck were in an uproar. "Captain! Sir! There's a... a boat! Heading straight for us! And it's moving incredibly fast!"

As Alex's makeshift longship closed the distance, they were soon within audible range. A booming voice from the Marine ship echoed across the water. "Halt! State your intentions! Stop your vessel immediately, or we will open fire!"

Olvia, quick-witted as ever, stood at the bow. "We are from a tribal village, two days' distance, lost at sea! Our boat is damaged, we don't know how to stop it!" she yelled back, her voice projecting across the waves.

The Marine on deck screamed again, "Stop your boat! You're still speeding towards us!"

Alex, in a moment of pure, unadulterated deadpan, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled back, "WE DON'T KNOW HOW!" The rowers, including Tsunade's clones and Erza, pulled even harder, either from a genuine misunderstanding or a shared sense of mischief.

The Marine crew watched in bewildered horror as the speeding makeshift boat continued its collision course. "They're going to ram us!" someone yelled.

Just as impact seemed inevitable, a man with white, perpetually smoking limbs erupted from the Marine ship's deck. "White Blow!" he roared, a plume of smoke trailing behind him. He slammed his smoke-fist into the water, generating a powerful current that grabbed their makeshift boat and, with a startling display of strength, lifted it and its occupants clear out of the water, gently setting them down alongside his own vessel.

Alex stared, completely surprised, for the first time seeing the power of devil fruit. He knew that move. He knew that fruit. The "White Hunter," Smoker, Marine Headquarters Captain. This was going to be... interesting.