One Piece: With Sign-in System

No one could have predicted that, two years after the earth-shattering event that shook the New World, the enigmatic Calamity from the Skies and its floating ship would vanish without a trace, disappearing into the vast seas of the New World, never to be seen again.

For two whole years, the traveler Ron—who had caused one shocking event after another, who was deemed the most likely candidate to become the Fifth Emperor, and who stood at the center of every storm—never appeared again following his battle with Kaido. His absence was so profound that many even began to question whether he was still alive…

The Grand Line never lacked newsworthy events.

One after another, powerful new pirates emerged, rising to prominence.

And just like that, the name of Traveler Ron gradually faded from the public eye.

His once-astonishing feats slowly turned into mere legends—stories told over drinks and tea, subjects of awe and nostalgia.

…

May, Year 1520 of the Sea Calendar

"I'm off!"

Seventeen-year-old Monkey D. Luffy had just celebrated his birthday when he bid farewell to Makino and the bandits of Foosha Village. Without a moment's hesitation, he embarked on his long-awaited journey to sea.

Just like in the original story…

In Shells Town of the East Blue, Luffy rescued Roronoa Zoro, who was still a bounty hunter at the time, bound and awaiting execution by Helmeppo. From that moment on, Zoro became Luffy's first crewmate, setting sail alongside him as a pirate.

And so, the Straw Hat Pirates were officially formed.

…

That day, their small boat drifted aimlessly across the vast sea of the East Blue, carried by the waves toward their next unknown destination.

Luffy, growing bored, suddenly noticed Zoro sitting there, engrossed in a piece of paper. His curiosity was instantly piqued.

"Oi, Zoro, what are you looking at?"

He leaned over, peering at the paper in Zoro's hands.

"A… bounty poster?"

Zoro ignored Luffy's intrusion, his gaze fixed on the poster before him. The bounty sheet bore a long, high-quality photograph of a young man.

The boy in the picture had sharp, well-defined features, with an almost innocent, clean look. However, his eyes—tilted ever so slightly—held a piercing, chilling edge, as if he were looking down on the observer with quiet, indifferent contempt.

Just staring at the image gave one the unsettling feeling of being scrutinized.

This guy… he hasn't changed at all.

Still as annoyingly good-looking as ever…

Zoro gazed at the dark-haired youth in the photo and grinned.

Ron… and Kuina.

Wait for me.

I've set sail too. It won't be long before I stand before you both once again.

That promise—we never forgot it, did we?

One day, I'll defeat you and become the world's strongest swordsman!

"Ah! That's Ron, isn't it?!"

Luffy's sudden exclamation startled Zoro.

Zoro turned his head in surprise. "You know him?"

"Know him? Of course, I do! Not just know him—Ron and I go way back! We were friends long before this, probably seven or eight years ago. Ace, Sabo, and I trained with him. We lived together for a long time."

Luffy folded his arms, closing his eyes as if reminiscing about the past. A bright, nostalgic grin spread across his face.

"He was already super strong back then! Even the strongest beast in the mountains got knocked out with a single punch from him. Ace, Sabo, and I all took plenty of beatings from his fists, haha!"

"Ahh… those were the days…"

Luffy blinked and turned to Zoro with curiosity. "Zoro, you know Ron too?"

Zoro nodded. "Yeah, I trained in the same dojo as him."

"Eh?! Then that makes you two fellow disciples!" Luffy exclaimed in surprise.

"Mm, something like that."

Zoro glanced at the long blade resting at his side. "Back then, I was weak—I wasn't even close to being his match. But things are different now. One of the reasons I set out to sea is to find him, challenge him, and defeat him!"

Luffy grinned widely. "Hehehe, I wanna beat him too! Looks like we really were destined to be crewmates, Zoro!"

"Don't just throw your arms around me!"

Annoyed, Zoro shoved Luffy's head away.

"Aw, don't be so distant, my fated comrade."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!"

A sudden gust of wind swept through the sea.

The bounty poster in Zoro's hand was caught in the breeze and torn from his grip. It fluttered through the air, momentarily suspended before them.

[Traveler Ron: Leader of the Calamity from the Skies. Float-Float Fruit user. A major criminal responsible for attacking Mary Geoise and Marineford!]

Bounty: 1,750,000,000 Berries

Current Status: Unknown – Alive or Dead.

At this moment, neither Luffy nor Zoro fully understood what a bounty of 1.75 billion berries truly meant. They had no concept of the sheer power and influence such a number represented.

They had yet to grasp just how vast this ocean truly was.

And they were completely unaware of just what kind of monster they wished to defeat.

A monster that stood at a level far beyond their reach.

…

The Grand Line.

On a small island town known as Xia, nestled within the unpredictable seas of the Grand Line, an old man strolled through the streets.

He was tall, his broad shoulders draped in a light purple kimono. Wooden sandals clacked softly against the stone-paved roads with each step he took. His black hair was cropped short, and a ring of beard lined his chin.

He was blind.

In his hands, he carried a shikomizue, a cane sword that tapped gently against the ground, guiding his way through the town.

A group of children dashed past, laughing as they played. But as they ran, one boy tripped over a loose brick in the pavement.

His body lurched forward.

He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the harsh impact of stone against skin.

But the pain never came.

Instead, a warm voice sounded beside him.

"You alright, boy?"

The child opened his eyes and found himself in the firm but gentle grasp of the purple-robed elder.

"T-Thank you!"

Standing up straight, the boy hesitated, his gaze flickering to the man's face. The elder's eyes were clouded white, void of pupils, and an X-shaped scar stretched across his forehead, running past both his eyes.

A little frightened, the boy stammered out another thank you before bolting away to rejoin his friends.

The blind old man merely chuckled and continued walking, undisturbed by the child's reaction.

His path soon led him to the entrance of a casino.

Reaching into his robes, he touched the pouch at his waist.

After a brief moment of thought, he stepped inside.

Not long after… he walked out again.

His expression was unchanged, but his pouch now felt significantly lighter.

As he passed by a ramen shop, the fragrant aroma of freshly cooked noodles drifted into the air, filling his nose.

He stopped.

Slowly, he reached up and scratched his cheek with a single finger.

"This is quite the predicament," he muttered to himself.

"If only someone would be kind enough to treat an old man to a bowl of ramen right about now… don't you think so, my friend?"

His head turned slightly, as if addressing someone.

Someone who had been following him.

A chuckle echoed from the end of the street.

"Yare yare… so you noticed me after all."

From the far side of the road, a young man in black began to walk forward.

His figure was tall and lean, his steps slow but steady.

As he approached, the air around him seemed to shift ever so slightly.

Inside a small roadside ramen shop, the air was warm with the scent of steaming noodles and rich broth.

Two men sat across from each other at a wooden table, both with their eyes closed—to any outsider, they appeared to be blind.

They ate in silence, lifting strands of wheat noodles from their bowls, savoring each bite.

As he ate, the blind elder finally broke the quiet.

"I am nothing more than a wandering, sightless vagabond," he said, his voice calm and deep. "You've been following me for two days now, young man. Do you have business with me?"

The young man in black slurped a mouthful of noodles before replying.

"Not really. I just thought… you remind me of someone I've been searching for."

"Oh?"

The elder's hand holding his chopsticks paused slightly.

The young man set his bowl down and looked at him with a knowing expression.

"Your name… is Issho, isn't it?"

A faint tension flickered through the air.

"And you possess the power of the Gravity-Gravity Fruit."

For the first time, the blind elder hesitated.

He slowly lifted his head, his blank, white eyes seeming to pierce through the veil of his own blindness.

"…I see," he murmured.

The corners of the young man's lips curled into a small smile.

"Looks like I guessed correctly."

He chuckled lightly, the sound accompanied by the subtle slurp of his last few noodles.

"There aren't many people in this world who can manipulate gravity."

The old man, the future Marine Admiral Fujitora, who was now just a wandering swordsman known as Issho, opened his clouded eyes.

For the first time, he directed his sightless gaze straight at the young man before him.

"And who might you be?" he asked, his tone neither aggressive nor defensive—just curious.

The young man leaned back slightly, setting his chopsticks down beside his empty bowl.

With a casual, yet deliberate air, he introduced himself.

"My name is Ron," he said, his voice carrying a quiet confidence.

"I'm just a traveler."