Onepiece: I'm Aizen Sosuke

"Huh?" Garp raised an eyebrow at Aizen's request, scrutinizing the white-clad young man before him.

"I want Vice Admiral Garp to use Marine's intelligence network to pinpoint the locations of these pirates," Aizen explained calmly, pushing a small stack of bounty posters toward him. "Otherwise, wandering aimlessly in the New World is as good as being a headless fly."

Garp's curiosity turned to surprise as he picked up the first bounty poster.

"World Destroyer Byrnndi World?" Garp's voice held a note of disbelief.

Aizen nodded, his expression unwavering. "Of course, he's just the first. Crescent Moon Hunter, Big Wine Barrel, Evil King... I need intelligence on their movements too."

Garp's eyes widened. This wasn't a rookie request. These were some of the most dangerous pirates in the New World.

"You can't be serious..." Garp began, but Aizen interrupted.

"While it may not be feasible to eliminate them all, given a few months and reliable intelligence, I can handle at least two," Aizen said with quiet conviction, his calm demeanor striking a sharp contrast to the magnitude of his ambitions.

Garp's mouth fell open slightly, and he closed it with an audible click. He wasn't often at a loss for words, but this... this was different.

Even some Marine Vice Admirals avoided confrontations with pirates of this caliber unless absolutely necessary. Yet, here stood a young Marine still fresh from the elite training camp, planning to hunt them down as if it were routine.

"This kid is truly a monster," Garp muttered under his breath, a mix of frustration and admiration in his tone.

Despite the absurdity of Aizen's request, Garp couldn't dismiss the sheer talent and potential he'd witnessed over the past months. The young Marine had grown immensely, his training paying off in leaps and bounds. The New World had shaped him into someone who exuded confidence—earned confidence.

"Alright," Garp finally relented, exhaling deeply. "But I only have solid information on Byrnndi World's whereabouts. That bastard's been spotted in Sin City."

Aizen adjusted his glasses, the light catching on the square frames as he leaned forward. "Sin City?"

Garp nodded. "It's an island at the juncture between the first and middle halves of the New World. A haven for pirates—a place where strength is law, and anything can be taken by force. Supplies, lives, even entire crews. It's a pirate's paradise and a graveyard for the weak."

"A paradise for the strong and a tomb for the weak," Aizen murmured, his expression thoughtful.

"Exactly," Garp agreed, his tone grim. "Marine doesn't bother with Sin City. It's a cesspool that weeds itself out. The stronger pirates prey on the weaker ones, saving us the trouble. The higher-ups are content to leave it be."

Aizen straightened, his sharp gaze meeting Garp's. "Vice Admiral Garp, I understand. But I will handle this in my own way."

The older Marine's lips twitched into a faint smirk. He could see the determination burning in Aizen's eyes—a mix of resolve and quiet fury.

"You really are something else, kid," Garp said, shaking his head. "Strong, clever, and sharper than most. No wonder Fleet Admiral Kong's got his eye on you for the future."

But Aizen wasn't listening to the praise. His mind was already moving ahead, strategizing the next steps for the mission that would test him against the predators of Sin City.

There was no turning back now. The New World would bear witness to his rise—or its strongest would fall trying to stop him.