One Piece: Reborn and Skypiean

Leader's decision

Chapter 18

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[A month later]

–Pov General–

In the village of Shandia, the robbers held a conference, as about 25 men stood line by line, with Amon in front of them, while the chieftain sat in a corner... 

Over the past month, things have been a little grim for the tribe, however, humans tend to move forward, so have they. Partly because death is quite common in tribes that have fought for nearly 400 years. Most of them are moving forward with their lives now.

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"Coughs... Everybody!" Releasing a fake cough, Amon caught everyone's attention. 

Today was the first day on which all the Raiders gathered in one place under the command of Amon. And to be honest, Amon is in a pretty restless position. After all, even though he had experience in leading a small group of children, he was a little awkward doing the same for these adult warriors. 

However, he had to start from somewhere, and somewhere was here. 

As people stared at him hoping to hear something, suddenly, Amon turned his gaze to the corner of the tent and wailed. "Hey Raki, get out of here!"

The cunning Raki gasped at hearing that. He peeked at them from the corner of the tent, as his anime colleagues used to do. But hearing Amon call out to him, he slowly came out with a confused face, as others were also looking at him.

"Um.. I'm just-Eep!" Amon glared at him, making him stop making excuses.

Amon lightly shook his head and sighed. "Raki, I've told you you don't need to be a warrior." Amon said in a seemingly overprotective tone. Clearly, he knew, not making Raki a fighter would be a huge waste, but, according to his calculations, he would have to act for now. "Raki, I'll say this once... If you really want to be a fighter, and if you really want to listen, then stand in line!" Amon stated, pointing to the line. "A fighter can't hide!"

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After that, Raki also stood in line. Although some of the soldiers looked very unhappy about this, Amon did not care.

He then turned his attention back to the soldiers again. As he clenched his hands behind his back. "Back to the point, I really want to take back our land and..." He then glanced at Wiper. "Also take revenge on the God militia for killing my uncle." She said. "But WE're weak. We are short of numbers. We lack a dial, but most importantly we rely too much on the battle of the heavens!"

"Well?!" Hearing his words, the Soldiers exclaimed in surprise. 

Ignoring them, Amon continued, "Yes, I suggest that we ignore modern weapons and battle the heavens for a while, and just focus on our physical training for a while."

"Huh? What's that supposed?" ask eraser. "If we don't fight in 'Sky Combat', won't our chances of winning go down?" But unlike his mockery questions towards Amon until a few months ago, this was purely a desire to understand.

His mentality somewhat turned to believing almost everything that Amon said. Partly because he was someone who was raised in a tribe, a tribe that taught him to fully accept a legitimate Leader. Partial.

Wiper's question made sense to the tribe members, as they nodded. Even Amon did.

"Hm ..." Amon makes a thinking posture. "I agree with Wiper." Wiper gasped to hear Amon calling her by her name. This shows his current professional attitude. 

Ignoring him, Amon then continued, "Like Wiper, many of you must also be confused. You must be asking yourself, 'How much can our bodies help against a strong dial user?' Isn't that right?"

"Yes that's right." One of the old gene robbers immediately replied. "We admit you are strong. However, it's only because Kalgara ancestral blood flows through your body." He fell silent, then said, "We're not like that." He said the last line with envy hidden within.

"That's right." Many tribesmen agreed. While Raki and Wiper are just waiting for Amon's words.

"Yes ..." Amon then laughed a little. "Maybe now I know why you never managed to reclaim the Upper-yard." His face then became disgusted. "A group of idiots."

"".....""

Blood vessels appear on the robber's head. As their soldier's pride was wounded, one of them shouted, "Little bastard Amon, watch what you say! Don't ignore it" 

"Oh, quiet!" But he is interrupted by Amon's annoyed howl.

"You..." He pointed his finger at the person who had just shouted. "Your name is Matt, right? Right now you are the weakest old generation raider. Your body was strong enough to handle Burn Bazooka when you were 17... How dare you yell at me?! Who gave you permission to call me a bastard?!"

The eyes of the robber named Matt twitched as they heard his words.

After a brief silence, Amon made a mocking smile. "Why are you looking at me like that? What can you do? Do you even have the power to defeat me?" Suddenly, Amon gulped and took a step back. "Oh-uh I forgot, you have the button! I'm so scared." 

"That's it!" Matt could not hold it anymore as he ran towards Amon. "I don't care if you're the leader! I will show you the power of 'impact'!"

He used his shooter to move quickly while holding the Impact Dial in his hand. 

"The impact!"

His hand touched Amon's chest, and he just stood there. 

*explosion!*

A small explosion occurred.

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Amon had used [Tekkai] to increase his defense, although he could not maintain it for 5 seconds, it worked. However, he had no plans to let the other tribe members know of this.

"Pathetic. That only?" Amon looked at Matt. He wants to show her 'Impact'? Fortunately, he did not know Amon's own 'impact' habit was 5x stronger than the usual one, yet it did not damage him. 

Amon then kicked the man, as he was flying some distance away. 

"I don't even feel itchy, but you almost lost your arm. This just proves the difference in our body strength." Amon examined the wide mouth expressions of everyone around him. 

Immediately, he sighed, massaging his temple. "Look, I'm not asking you to stop using the dial, you can use it .. or even do personal things with it" Amon said with a wry smile. “By the way, I don't care. I just asked you guys to train your body a little bit. If this doesn't work, we can go back.”.

His words seemed logical, yet, many robbers were rebutting. "But it's a waste of time! We're in a war of nearly 400 years, do you suggest that we waste more time?" One of them said like a lot of other people joined in. "Let's attack the Upper-yard! Wait what else!" They shouted, and a quarrel almost broke out.

But Amon then intervened. "Hey, hey." He said in a calm voice. "You know who I am, right?" He asked, pointing a finger at her. "I, Warrior Amon is the leader of all of you!"

As if his personality changed, his face became emotionless. "Attacking the top pages? That's what I have to decide." She said. "Also listen to this, from now on, if you want to call yourself a raider, or a warrior as a whole, then you will need the approval of your leader, meaning MY approval!" Amon said as he stomped on the ground hard.

Everyone's eyes twitched hearing that. Yes, it was shocking and impressive that he could face Impact head-on, but now he thought they needed his approval to become a raider? That's too much!

{A/T: Xianxia} Vibration

In this tribe, everyone is a warrior from birth, but if someone wants to become a robber, they need a certain amount of power (strength, dial prowess, etc.). If they met this requirement, not even the Leader should oppose it.

"Hey listen, son .." said a robber. "You are only 9 years old, yet you are strong enough to be our leader... However, it is not enough to convey this command of yours." A grown-up robber said. Amon recognizes him as a man named Grid, from the dead Viper team. 

Amon knew this type of question was inevitable, so naturally, he had prepared the answer beforehand. "Now, now," he said slowly. "I know the rules. But don't forget, everything related to 'Raiders' is up to me, the leader decides. Even the chairman has no opinion on this." As he said this, his head nodded from the sidelines. He had already discussed this topic with Amon.

The robbers frowned. Their displeasure is as clear as clean water. 

Seeing this, Amon laughed. "All right..." He raised his hand. "I know this is a little overkill, for that reason, and also as a kind leader, I will give you one last chance..." It interests everyone. 

"I, the leader of the Shandian warriors, The Warrior Amon, challenge all of you to battle. I'm against all of you. Match 1 against 25!" As he said this, everyone's eyes widened in shock. Without giving them a chance to ask, Amon continued. "However, this will not be a battle like mine and the Viper, but rather, here you can all use your dial" Amon said. "Include me, of course."

Hearing this, the so-called warrior gulped. As Amon continues. "If one of you, or maybe, all of you, can beat me and pass out, then not only will I not do what I say, I will also give the position of my Leader to a capable person." He said while looking at everyone's face.

Hearing the last line, they all slowly started to take out the dial from their bags.

"Oh, by the way," Amon said as he glanced at Raki. "Anyone of you can stop if you want." Raki quickly got out of line, when she heard this. For a moment, Wiper also wanted to do the same, but she changed her mind. He wanted to check the strength of his own leader.

Amon let them get ready, as he also took out a specially made dial. Then looking at them again, Amon said calmly exclaiming. "All right! You are called soldiers! Prove value!"

Unbeknownst to any of them, Amon's bag was filled with buttons that could even match the strength of a weak demonic fruit.

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Amon's fight against 25 warriors had lasted for almost an hour, and 6 soldiers had already fallen, Wiper being one of them, mostly because they were young.

But the fight with adults is a bit difficult, even for him. If the dial is forbidden to use, he may lose. 

Everyone who fights it has a shooter, a dial, and other machines with them. Ammon was able to bring out the younger ones because they did not have much experience in the use of the dial. However, even with a special call, against the 19 adults who had fought in 'Sky Combat' their entire lives, Amon was a little out of breath. 

If this was a large battleground like the Upper-yard, he would have already defeated all of them, but unfortunately, it was not, and rather, a narrow little place.

Time, however, sided with him. Because, this so-called Warrior stamina, could not match 8 years in front of them. They rarely exercise their bodies.

One hour, two hours, three hours. Just like that the battle continues….

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It had been about 12 hours, and each Shandia surrounded the place where the battle took place, along with gaping mouths.

"Huffa..." Someone was sitting on top of a pile of 'junk' while panting. "Well, that's ... Easy." That someone is Ammon, as he declared.

Under it, laid a pile of 'trash'. Rubbish is what is called a soldier, a robber. Each of them was injured, and some were even unconscious, while some had their consciousness, they were too tired to move.

Not only was the place where the battle took place, but the entire village showed signs of battle. Because many tents were destroyed by Burn Bazooka and many trees inside the 'dome' were also damaged.

Amon suffered no specific injuries, except for his burnt skin, proving the impact he received from Bazooka.

However, he grinned like a madman. After all, this not only helped his body reach a new level of strength, but he also had to show off his strength to the tribe.

"Well..." Laughing, he took a deep breath. "Everything! From this moment onwards, all of you have lost the permission to call yourself a 'robber', and the soldier himself! Only after you reach a certain level of strength and convince me that you are STRONG will you get this permission back. I DON'T WANT ANY RANDOM BUG TO DESTROY THE NAME 'SHANDORIAN WARRIOR'!"

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