Raja hovered midair on his enchanted hoverboard, eyes glued to a glowing Magic Pad buzzing with signals from his Alchemy Runic Dragonflies. "Loot-o-tron 3000, don't fail me now!" he cackled. A ping lit up—destroyed ships, ripe with gold. He zoomed off, cape flapping like a caffeinated bat, landing amidst splintered wrecks. "Jackpot!" He looted piles of gold, raided captain cabins for dusty books and diaries, and stuffed them into his Inventory. "Knowledge and bling—Raja wins again!"
Another ping—high alert! Dragonflies swarmed, chirping about a cave and a Spiral Fruit. "Treasure time!" Raja whooped, rocketing toward the coordinates. He screeched to a halt at a jagged cave mouth, dismounting with a theatrical twirl. "Enter the Wizard King!"
The dragonflies buzzed frantically—hostiles inside. Raja smirked, cloaking himself in a Mirage spell. "Stealth mode: activated." He slunk in, spotting Humandrills—hulking baboons wielding long iron staffs, dueling with human-like flair. "Monkey see, monkey fight, huh?" At the cave's peak gleamed a Devil Fruit and a meteorite staff stabbed into the stone, guarded by the staff-swinging simians.
Cave walls bore crude drawings: a human with a staff, striking combat poses. Raja stroked his chin. "Monkey Ancestors met a drifter, mimicked him, made him their god after he kicked it. Classic." He grinned wickedly. "Time to crash their party!"
Dropping the cloak—poof!—Raja materialized, arms wide. "SURPRISE, APES!" The Humandrills froze, then screeched, surrounding him with staffs raised. The Baboon King leapt down, growling, iron staff gleaming.
Raja, unfazed, waved cheerily. "Greetings, hairy comrades! I'm Raja—humble merchant, wizard extraordinaire! I fancy that fruit and staff. What's your price? Bananas? Gold? Fancy robes? A penthouse cave?"
The Baboon King snarled, thumping his chest. "We got bananas, tiny human! We want a heartfelt battle. Beat us, take it!" He squinted, jabbing his staff at Raja's robes. "You fight in that? You look like a sparkly peacock! Small body—big mouth!"
Raja gasped, clutching his chest. "Small?! I'm a compact legend! And this cape? Peak fashion—yours is… what, dirt couture?" The baboons hooted, one mimicking Raja's twirl and tripping. "See? Style's hard!"
The King smirked. "Prove it, shiny twig!" Raja cracked his knuckles, grinning like a madman. "Battle you'll get, you furry critic!"
With a dramatic flourish, Raja shed his robes—rip!—revealing red boxers and a physique ripped like Baki Hanma's. He flexed, Demon Back bulging, veins popping. The baboons gulped, staffs trembling. "FEAST YOUR EYES, APES!" he roared, striking a pose that sent a gust through the cave. "THIS is compact chaos!"
The King charged—CLANG!—staff swinging. Raja dodged with a Radiant Palm Strike (The Rising Sun), blasting the ape's chest. "Sun says hi!" The King staggered, hooting.
A baboon lunged—Raja met it with a Solar Fist (Golden Ember), fist blazing into its jaw. "Ember that, monkey!" It flew into a wall—CRASH! Another swung low—Raja spun an Inferno Kick (Solar Eclipse), heel cracking its skull. "Eclipse your pride!"
The horde swarmed. Raja twirled into a Sunward Sweep (Golden Horizon), toppling three. "Horizon's falling, boys!" A staff jabbed—he blocked with a Corona Block (Sun's Shield), then countered with a Solar Tempest (Sunburst Kick)—front kick, roundhouse, bam-bam! "Tempest tantrum!"
The King roared, staff arcing. Raja grinned, grabbing him for a Radiant Takedown (Sunfall)—hip-thrust, slam! "Sunfall, big guy!" Baboons piled on—Raja stomped a Flameburst Stomp (Flare of the Horizon), scattering them. "Flare's flaring!" He finished with a Dawn's Break (Sunshine Chop), slicing necks left and right. "Chop-chop, losers!"
Panting, the baboons collapsed in a bruised heap. Raja strutted to the treasure, dusting his hands. "Next time, pick on someone your own size—like a T. Rex!"
Raja plucked the Devil Fruit and hefted the meteorite staff, grinning. "Maya, what's this fruit?" A pink hologram flickered. "Mythical Zoan—Saru Saru no Mi, Model: Titan Giant Ape." Raja cackled like a lunatic, echoing through the cave. "PERFECT FOR SOMEONE!"
He pulled out his Magical Den-Den Mushi—brrring!—and dialed. A gruff voice snapped, "Raja, you little—where's the manual for this blasted phone?!" Raja smirked. "Oops, my bad, Dragon old man!" He zapped a picture manual through—poof!—"There, operating instructions!"
Dragon huffed. "Got it, kid. I've prepped Six Styles, Haki manuals, my three-Haki tricks Experience books—couldn't send 'em 'cause of your gizmo Phone! Why didn't call soon? Those books—How to Remove Tyrant Pigs, Democracy 101, Military Tactics—revolution's soaring! Who's your master? Join us—I'll step down as Leader and make you the Head, be your frontline muscle, right-hand man!"
Raja laughed. "Whoa, slow down, Oldman! I love adventuring with your son—wrote those in my spare time, no master! But check this: I snagged a Powerful Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit and a meteorite staff. Got a staff-wielding prodigy in your army? This'll make 'em a combat beast!"
Dragon growled eagerly. "Gimme! My Chief of Staff is a Staff wielder and dire needs of a power-up."
"Sweet!" Raja twirled the staff. "Send him to Drum Kingdom—we'll hit it in days. I'll test his guts, resolve, and commitment—maybe toss in a custom Breathing Technique for that fruit and staff. Combat monster, guaranteed!"
Dragon rumbled, "Drum Kingdom it is. Call me two days out—he'll be there."Click.
Raja spun to the recovering baboons, now bowing. "New king!" they hooted. "Teach us to fight like you!" Raja's grin turned devilish. "Oh, I've got an idea…"
He painted the cave walls with Beast Breathing runes, staff techniques swirling. "BEAST BREATHING STAFF COMBAT DANCE!" He twirled the meteorite staff, demonstrating—slashes, spins, a primal roar. The baboons mimicked, wheezing and flailing. Raja corrected the King's stance—"Chest out, you hairy lump and Breath faster!"—and after hours, the King nailed the initial phase, of Combat Dance and breathing faintly. "Not bad, General Ape, I name you Titan!"
"Practice hard!" Raja boomed. "I'll return with more tricks—you'll fight for me in the Future Coming war!" They hooted agreement. He created a portkey for the cave—a glowing Rune teleportation Door—then waved his wand, crafting mud huts, a training Ground for Monkey Body Training, and an artificial lake. "Your new digs, courtesy of the Wizard King!" The Baboon King saluted, staff raised, as Raja zoomed off on his hoverboard, cackling. "See you in few days General Titan!"
To Be Continued…