Onepiece: I'm Aizen Sosuke

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Two days passed swiftly, with Zephyr leaving nothing on the table. He imparted every ounce of his battle knowledge, techniques, and even confidential Marine strategies to Aizen. Zephyr was determined to ensure Aizen's survival in the unpredictable chaos of the New World. Yet, as thorough as Zephyr had been, Garp had other plans.

As the ship left the Naval Headquarters and entered the perilous seas of the New World, Garp's methods became apparent. He handed Aizen a modest wooden sloop, barely stocked with a week's worth of supplies, and bid him farewell.

Now, standing on the creaky deck of the sloop, the vastness of the New World spread before Aizen. His eyes gleamed, not with fear, but with a confident resolve.

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#### A Test of Independence

"That fool Garp," Aizen muttered under his breath, the corner of his lips curling into a faint smirk. "This is exactly what I expected from someone like him."

Garp, despite his reputation as a Marine hero, had a unique approach to training. Throwing someone into the deep end was his preferred method. For Aizen, this wasn't a punishment—it was an opportunity.

With Observation Haki active, Aizen scanned his surroundings. No life signs. Just the open sea. Perfect.

"Foolish old man," Aizen said softly, his tone laced with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "He thinks I'll flounder without his protection. But I've already surpassed the limitations of this world."

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Plans for Domination

Aizen's gaze shifted toward the horizon, his mind churning with plans. **The New World was rife with challenges, but challenges bred strength, and strength fueled his rise to supremacy.**

"The system rewards experience by defeating notable figures," he mused, his fingers lightly tracing the hilt of his katana. "If Whitebeard is the pinnacle of this world, he could yield immense progress. But…" His smirk deepened. "I'd need more power to even consider challenging him."

Kaido of the Beasts came to mind. Kaido, while formidable, wasn't yet the indomitable force he would become. He was a rising star in this era, a monster in the making—but not beyond Aizen's reach.

"Kaido," Aizen whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone. "You'll be my first target. A stepping stone on my path to true power."

But first, practicality demanded his attention. His supplies were limited, and the sloop was unfit for prolonged travel. He needed provisions and information—locations of notable pirates and factions that could hasten his rise.

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A Glimpse of the Future

Aizen's features shifted as he adjusted his course. The calm, calculated demeanor he always carried now exuded a sinister confidence.

"Hōgyoku is still incomplete," he reminded himself. "There's no need to rush. My ascension will come in time. For now, I'll build my strength and sow the seeds of my dominion."

The small wooden sloop creaked as it sailed through the waters, carrying with it a man whose ambitions dwarfed the ocean itself. Unbeknownst to the world, the New World had just gained its greatest anomaly—an existence that would one day turn even the most fearsome monsters into mere footnotes in history.

Aizen's journey had only begun.