Series Title: The Last

Episode 1: “The Boy With Pirate Blood”

The sea wind whispered through the cracked window of a small wooden house on the edge of the coast. Inside, a boy sat alone in his room, eyes sharp like the edge of a blade, staring out at the ocean with a hunger only few could understand.

His name was Roger.

He was the son of two legends—

A father who once stood tall among pirates… and a mother whose name was feared, admired, and whispered in the same breath as beauty and danger.

⚔️ Roger’s Family

His father, Garuis, was a retired pirate sniper—deadliest with a long-range rifle, able to take out enemies before they even saw him. He once sailed under a notorious crew but lost nearly all his comrades in a brutal sea ambush.

Since then, Garuis gave up the pirate life. All he wanted was peace—and for Roger to grow up safe. Not a pirate… but a Marine.

Garuis (sternly):

“You want to die like the rest of them? If you want the sea so badly, become a Marine. That way, I might sleep at night knowing you’re alive.”

Roger (clenching his fists):

“But pirates are free… and I want to live free.”

Garuis (coldly):

“Then keep dreaming. 'Cause I’ll never let you walk the path that killed my crew.”

And his mother?

Her name was Lady Seris, known across oceans as the “Siren Queen”—a pirate seductress and spy for one of the strongest female crews in the world. She could make entire fleets fall with a whisper, stealing secrets and treasures with nothing but her charm and mind.

But she hadn’t been home in months.

🏴‍☠️ Roger’s Secret Training

Despite his father’s refusal, Roger trained every single day… in secret.

Before the sun rose, before the birds sang, he slipped out of the house, barefoot and determined.

He had no trainer. No master. No guide.

Only will.

Morning Routine:

He ran through the forest trail, dodging trees, leaping over roots, climbing small cliffs—again and again until his legs burned and lungs begged for air.

He picked a single tall tree near the cliff’s edge. With both fists, he punched it—once… twice… a hundred times… until his knuckles bled or his arms refused to lift.

When he fell, he got back up.

“I’ll be strong. I’ll be free. I’ll be the greatest pirate.”

Physical Training:

Push-ups: He tried for 50. Failed. Tried again. Failed.

But by the 4th day, he reached 20. A week later, 30. Two weeks? 40.

He never stopped.

Sword swings: He carved a wooden sword from a branch and named it Seafang.

He swung it 10,000 times, imagining battles, sea monsters, and pirate kings.

Some nights he passed out with blisters and bruises.

But by morning, he was back at it.

When his hands cramped, he trained his eyes—scouting cliffs, throwing stones at targets, just like his father once did with bullets.

🌊 The Dream

Every night, Roger looked out the window at the sea, imagining a ship with his flag… and a crew that believed in him.

Roger (whispering to himself):

“I’ll find my own path. I’ll sail the Grand Route. I’ll find… The Last.”

What was The Last?

Nobody knew.

But it was said to be the final treasure, the final secret, the final truth of the seas.

And Roger had sworn to find it—no matter what.

Would you like Episode 2 to show his first encounter with a real pirate? Or the moment his father discovers his secret?

Series Title: The Last

Episode 2: “Steel, Sweat, and Shadow”

The wind grew colder. The waves stronger. But Roger’s resolve only burned hotter.

Years passed.

He trained harder.

Then harder.

Then harder than harder.

⚔️ Training Beyond Limits

Every morning, Roger ran barefoot across the jagged cliffs and forest trails. His legs bled. His lungs burned. But his eyes—sharp and focused—never lost sight of the sea.

He wasn’t just training for strength anymore.

He was training for power.

By age 14, Roger had pushed his body to its breaking point and beyond.

That’s when it happened.

🖤 Awakening Haki

While training one day in the forest—punching a boulder until his knuckles shattered—Roger screamed in frustration.

A roar echoed out of him.

The birds fled. The trees trembled. A group of nearby monkeys fainted.

Roger (panting):

“…What… was that?”

His body trembled. A black shimmer coiled around his fists. His arm turned glossy like obsidian.

He had unlocked Armament Haki.

And then, a flicker of something even rarer—Conqueror’s Haki—burst out when he focused too hard, knocking out small animals nearby.

He trained himself to control it.

Armament Haki: He trained by hitting boulders until they cracked, coating his arms until he could break a steel pot with a slap.

Conqueror’s Haki: He meditated under waterfalls, eyes closed, trying to project presence without force. Soon, he could make weak-willed people collapse just by walking near.

🗡️ The Sword of Fire & Storm

At 15, Roger visited a hidden blacksmith in the mountain region—a retired Wano swordsmith named Koroji Jinrai.

Roger (kneeling):

“Make me a sword that will shake the world.”

Koroji (gruff):

“You got the soul for it?”

Roger placed a small box of sea stones, a rare ore he found during his training years, on the table.

Koroji grinned.

For 12 days and nights, Roger helped him hammer the blade in silence.

He pumped the bellows, shaped the steel, and chanted swordsmith rites.

The result?

A legendary blade named Kaenshō — "The Flame Roar".

Roger tested it on a thick tree.

One swing.

Clean cut.

No sound.

Tree fell in perfect halves.

👀 Seen by Legends

That same week…

His father Garuis returned from a scouting mission.

And for the first time in 3 years, his mother Seris came home—still stunning, but now scarred and draped in battle-worn silks.

They found Roger in the clearing, swinging his sword with Haki-imbued fury.

Garuis (watching silently):

“He’s stronger than I ever was…”

Seris (softly):

“He’s got both of us in him… multiplied.”

They watched him swing his blade 10 million times a day. His hands bled, then hardened. He fought with his sword blindfolded.

He trained underwater.

He fought wild beasts.

He never stopped.

💥 Real Test: The Bandits

At 15, he wandered into a mountain village under attack by a notorious bandit gang.

25 of them. All armed.

Roger drew Kaenshō once.

The next 30 seconds were a blur.

Sliced through axes.

Dodged bullets mid-air.

Conqueror’s Haki knocked half of them cold.

He didn’t break a sweat.

The villagers stared in awe.

Old Man:

“What are you…?”

Roger (grinning):

“A pirate. Soon.”

💪 Age 16 – Mastery Training

Roger’s next year was refinement.

He learned:

Haki channeling through his sword

Observation Haki, by fighting blindfolded against wild wolves

Sailing, map reading, and storm navigation on a raft he built himself

He could now:

Cut through a ship mast in one swing

Predict movement 3 seconds in advance

Block bullets with his bare hand

🏴‍☠️ Age 17 – A Pirate Is Born

On his 17th birthday, Roger carved a small ship from old timber, reinforced with sea stone plating. It had one mast and a dragon-head bow.

He painted the name on the side:

“Jolly Roger” — a tribute to his father’s pirate alias: Captain Jolly.

Roger (standing at the deck’s edge, blade sheathed, wind blowing):

“The age of the Roger Pirates begins now.”

He raised a flag—a smiling skull with flames behind it and a single sword through the middle.

Roger (shouting):

“The sea won’t know what hit it. I'm gonna find The Last! And no one will stop me!”

Would you like Episode 3 to focus on him gathering his first crewmates? Or his first real sea battle?

Series Title: The Last

Episode 3: “The First Blade”

The wind was wild.

The waves roared.

But Roger’s heart beat calmly, like the steady thump of a war drum. He was finally at sea.

His boat, the Jolly Roger, creaked as it sliced through the waters. The sky stretched endlessly above. The taste of salt, freedom, and danger all mixed in the air.

Roger had no map. No crew.

Just his sword, his haki, and his dream.

⚓ A Mysterious Island

Three days into sailing, a storm hit. Roger fought the waves with nothing but instinct. Lightning cracked. His mast nearly snapped. The sea dragged him toward a strange island—misty and surrounded by cliffs like teeth.

He barely survived the crash, crawling onto the sand, soaked but alive.

Roger (coughing):

“Looks like the sea’s testing me already…”

He tied what was left of his boat and ventured inland. The island felt… silent. Too silent.

Then he heard it—clashing steel.

🗡️ The Duelist in the Mist

Roger followed the sound. Deeper into the jungle. Then—

He saw him.

A boy, maybe a bit older than Roger. Shirtless, wearing tattered pants.

Long black hair. Eyes like daggers.

And in both hands, shining silver blades.

He was fighting alone against five heavily armed bounty hunters.

And he was winning.

His movement was effortless. His blades danced—fast, fluid, like water and fire at the same time. Each swing disarmed, disabled, or dropped an enemy.

Roger watched, stunned.

When it was over, the boy sheathed his blades, sighed, and turned to Roger.

Boy:

“Another one? I’m tired.”

Roger (grinning):

“Nah. I just wanted to know your name before I ask you to join my crew.”

🧠 His Name Was...

Boy:

“Tao. I don’t do crews.”

Roger:

“Good. I don’t do normal captains.”

Tao raised a brow. Then he noticed Roger’s sword.

Tao:

“That’s not a mass-forged blade…”

Roger:

“I helped make it. Kaenshō. Wanna see what it can do?”

Tao (smirking):

“If I beat you, you leave. If you beat me, I’ll think about joining.”

⚔️ The Duel – Tao vs. Roger

They fought in the rain.

Sword to sword. Haki to reflex. Blow for blow.

Roger’s power was force and fury.

Tao’s style was speed and skill.

Roger used Armament Haki, his blade coated in dark gloss. Tao used no Haki—but his technique was nearly perfect. He could slice leaves without cutting the branches they hung on.

After one hour, they clashed mid-air.

Both swords locked.

Tao (grinning):

“You’re different…”

Roger (grinning back):

“So are you.”

They jumped back. Tao lowered his blades.

Tao:

“I’m in. I was looking for a reason to leave this island anyway.”

🏴‍☠️ The First Crew Mate

They rebuilt the damaged boat together. Roger taught Tao basic sailing. Tao taught Roger a bit of sword finesse.

That night, they sat under the stars.

Tao:

“Why do you want to be a pirate?”

Roger:

“To find The Last.”

Tao:

“That old legend? It’s real?”

Roger:

“I don’t care if it is. The journey will be.”

Tao smirked and offered him a toast with coconut water.

Tao:

“To the Roger Pirates.”

Roger:

“To the first crewmate.”

Next Episode Preview:

A strange fog, a cursed marine ship, and a ghost girl who doesn’t blink.

Roger’s second crewmate might already be dead… or worse.

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