(Y/n) closed her acting fists and grunted. Her finger tips transitioned to a pure black, reflecting the sun off of it. "So what this just makes me darker and shiny for 2 seconds." She mumbled watching her normal skin tone return. She released her hand from the tight ball feeling no different.
"As you train it more it lasts longer. Before we apply it to weapons you need to do your limbs" Mihawk turned to (y/n). Though remaining stoic, he was thoroughly pleased that his lessons were somewhat working. The warlords's body was still standing in front of the pirate hunter. The eager fighter was still struggling though they were nearly a half a year into training. Inferiority began to sink into Zoro's head as he watched sweat drip down his biceps onto his colorless hands. He was desperate to catch up, desperate to see eye level with (Y/n) once more.
"You're going to pop a blood vessel if you keep doing that." (Y/n) added purely out of concern.
Zoro raised his head to her with jealously. She was able to get the armored Haki down so fast, even after he bragged about being better than her.
Rayleigh did say she was at the cusp. But she wasn't going to tell him that. She smiled and flipped him a Haki armored middle finger. Ignoring her rude gesture he focused on her technique. She her eyes came to a closed squint before opening them to a black finger tip. The coating slowly traveled down her finger only stopping at the top of her palm.
"Stop messing around and focus. Arms up!" Mihawk snapped. She sat up right and held her arms away from her. She intertwined her fingers and arched her back to stretch. She relaxed and shook her arms a bit. She pulled her shoulders back and took a deep breath. The air around her halted as she concentrated.
Zoro watched intensely and Mihawk awaited her results. The haki slowly coated up both arms. It was strenuous but she ultimately managed to pull off a whole sleeve. When she finally relaxed her muscles a gust of wind lifted her hair off her shoulders and rustled the leaves gently.
Her eyes traveled up her arms and then up at Mihawk with awe and excitement. An expression he's hasn't seen on her face since she first experienced the coating on her fingertips. They are fairly young, it doesn't take much to impress them.
She stood up slowly and swung her arms around. The force of her movement caused the air around her to sway. She grinned childishly and turned to Zoro. She knew he was watching. He leered in wonder and irritation. Perona called Mihawk's name from on top of the stairs making him to leave earlier than anticipated. He stepped closer to her awkwardly hesitating to speak.
"How... how did you do that?" He mumbled finally asking for help. The man was too prideful. She released the armor and walked over to him. She put out her hand and he reluctantly gave her a sword.
"No you idiot." She gave it back and pointed to his arm. He placed his hand over hers. His palm was covered in blisters and bruises.
"You should get this fixed first of all."
"Are you going to show me or not?"
She placed her chest onto his back to line up their arms.
"You must start with the small. Work your way up. You're jumping the gun just to surpass me. You've gotten too comfortable with beating me down that you forget I still have more talent than you." She laughed. Zoro grumbled under his breath well aware of her strength over his. Once she got over her fear of potentially strong opponents, her skills have only sky rocketed. She's becoming dangerous.
"How is this going to-"
"But I assure you. You'll outclass me eventually but it's not going to happen over night. Baby steps Zoro. Anyway I started with my finger tips. At first I was looking to defend. But I think you have to put all your will into this one finger. If I want to stop you with just a finger, I'm going to force myself to do it." She pointed her index finger and coated it in Haki again. She tapped his chest lightly and he took a few steps back. "Do you get it?" She asked dissolving the coating.
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Burdensome; Trafalgar Law x black fem (y/n) 18+
FanfictionLife as a bounty hunter is not ideal, but it comes easy to those who are strong. Though the undemanding life slowly pays, (y/n) realizes she craves more excitement. As the worst generation tears through the Grand Line, (y/n) is following close behin...