Chapter 20

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[3 months later]

Somewhere in the training-zone, Amon was sitting with the chief, while both of them were eating sea-foods.

"Slurp… Hwy, Amon." Chief called out while pouring his mouth with shrimps. *Gulp* Then gulping his food, he pointed towards the training ground. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

He said pointing his finger towards Raki. As she was swinging a sword with a happy smile on her face.

Glancing at her, Amon lightly nodded his head. "Yes. After all, everyone has their own fighting style. If Raki likes to use a sword, she can do it." Amon said. "I don't care." He then went back to filling his tummy.

Though he did say he doesn't care, however, in reality, it was he who wanted Raki to be a swordsman, in the first place. The reason being the lack of swordsmen in the tribe.

Amon groaned internally. 'There is not even one swordsman in this shitty tribe.' Though they did use swords and spears sometimes, there wasn't anyone who can be called a "swordsman".

After a while, he sighed. 'If I really want to set my ambitions high enough to even dream of creating a kingdom, matching the World Government, then I would definitely need them… I don't need the strongest swordsman, I just need a capable one.' He contemplated.

Amon knew if he searched, he could easily find great swordsmen with potential out in the blue sea. However, rather than someone from down there, he preferred a swordsman from the tribe.

And who's a better candidate than his little sister, Raki? Nobody.

For that reason, he's been doing minor psychological manipulations on the one he has the most opportunities with, Lil' sis Raki.

However, in this world, just wanting to be something won't work, one would need the willpower to achieve what they want. For that reason, Amon never directly asked Raki to be a swordsman.

Instead, throughout his life, every time he would be around her, he tried to ignite the will of a swordsman inside her. By suddenly saying things like, "Why doesn't the tribe have any swordsman?", or after becoming leader, "It would have been a blessing if I had a swordsman under me…" After hearing these lines constantly, for a girl like Raki whose main priority was to please her brother, her subconscious mind had prepared herself to become a swordsman...

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Nonetheless, in the end, everything Amon did will not only help him increase his overall power but being a swordsman will also help Raki herself in the long run.

After all, a sword is definitely better than using a shotgun as her anime counterpart uses.

Finishing his food, Amon then got up. "Oh, by the way!" However, the chief called towards Amon. "Almost forgot to say, don't go out of the village while. Isa is in a critical state, her day of deliverance is around." He said with a happy yet nervous face. "You are pretty good at this doctor thingy, so we would need your help, alright?"

Hearing him, Amon nodded with a smile. "Obviously, I will be there." He said. As he pointed his fingers around the place. "Since we already have enough food for a few months, I don't need to risk going out." He said pointing towards the giant white-sea creatures all around.

There were giant shrimps, lobsters, and white-white sea versions of sea kings.

Besides, Amon wouldn't have gone out anyway. This was a crucial moment for Isa. Not only the child, but he didn't want Isa to die herself without any prior reason. Although in canon she was completely fine after birth, Amon didn't have enough trust in the butterfly.

'So, instead of risking big stuff like this, I'll just stay here and learn ancient languages.' He said as he looked at the chief.

"Well," Amon shrugged. "Then I will go and give some pointers to Raki," Amon said, pointing towards Raki, as he then walked towards her.

Though he wasn't any swordsman, he did train with swords a little, actually very little. And the reason he didn't seem to fight with a sword is mostly because swords are pretty useless against Sky-combat. Only when he might reach a level of post-Alabasta Zoro would he confidently fight with a sword in the sky.

However, even if his current level was around elementary level, with his [Observation Haki] he was sure to help Raki even a little.

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[A month later]

"Ugh, I'm so worried!" Bob said as he walked back and forth in front of his house. It was upgraded to a hut after marrying Isa, and now in the same hut, Isa was inside, giving birth.

Today was Isa's day of deliverance. While Amon, along with a few other people, and the wrinkled grandma were inside, trying their best to perform a smooth birth.

Currently, Bob was sweating a lot, as his attire was all wet from sweat. He didn't care if the child came out to be a boy or a girl. As long as both the baby and mother are fine, he will be happy. For that very reason, he was very worried as of now.

The chief was also sitting just there, with sweats dripping from his head. Though he was a little less worried with both Amon and wrinkled grandma inside.

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Inside the hut, Amon was standing beside Isa, comforting her. While the others were trying their best for a successful birth.

"Yes, now slightly left…" Amon said towards the wrinkled lady who was the MVP here and was acting as the midwife. He was giving instructions using his [Observation Haki].

Although he did have medical knowledge surpassing everyone in this small and backwatered tribe, he didn't have much experience in helping in birth. So not wanting to take any risks, he let the experienced ones do this, while he just helped them with his Haki.

"Ahhhh!" Isa was screaming in pain, as Amon was trying to calm her down.

Droplets of sweat were forming and dripping from his head every now and then. As his Observation Haki was working at a degree it never did before… He even felt it advancing a little, but he tried his best to ignore the exhilaration for now.

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"WAAAWAAAWAAA!"

Soon, after a few minutes, a voice never heard before reached Bob's ears. As he jumped in exhilaration! "YES!"

He tried to go inside, but Amon then came out of it, surprising Bob, as he was wearing a sad face.

"H-hey… Amon, what happened?! Why do you look like that?" Bob asked, scared, and terrified.

"Isa…"

Amon said as he slowly looked at Bob. Bob's eyes went teary, and he almost burst out crying. "ISA SURVIVED!" Suddenly, Amon jumped up with a happy face. "HAHAHA! GOT YOU! LOOK AT YOUR FACE!" He laughed holding his stomach while pointing towards Bob.

Bob just ignored him for now, there were more important things for him to do, as he ran inside.

"Oww… What a cute little girl I have here." There he saw Isa. She had barely opened eyes and an exhausted face, but with a smile, she was playing with a newborn baby girl. "What should I name you?"

Bob ran towards her and hugged both of them.

He was happy, happy like never before. And although he hated what Amon just did, for that reason, he could feel the satisfaction of seeing her alive.

He named his child 'Aisa' just like Amon requested.

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[6 months later]

"Alright, guys," Amon said as he looked at the raiders in front of him. "It's been a year huh…"

He released a chuckle, as the raiders' showed confusion. "A year ago, we had 25 raiders in our team, right?" Hearing him the raiders' nodded with a smile. Then he pointed his fingers towards them. "Now, after a year we have 70 raiders! Isn't that a lot of improvement?! HAHAHA!" Amon laughed seeing his little army stronger than ever.

After Amon's "Leader's Decree" everyone lost their title of raider and warrior as a whole. But as time passed, and tribesmen challenged Amon to get their ranks back, soon the people were recognized as warriors again, and some civilians even gathered enough strength to be called Raider.

Laughing for a while, Amon calmed down. "Anyway," Amon said, going back to his professional self.

"Now that it's been a year, we are now 70 Raider, consisting of 64 males, and 6 females. That's a lot, and, truth be told, I'm impressed." Hearing him, the raiders laughed light-heartedly. Everyone liked to be praised, and they themselves knew their improvements were praiseworthy too.

Amon really was a little fascinated seeing how much people can grow in a single year.

Yet, he also was a little disappointed. As currently, there were 140 people in the tribe. Ignoring the children, there were 120 people who Amon expected to be strong enough to become Raiders… However, it didn't happen. 'Such a big disappointment.' Amon sighed internally.

Still, it was better than nothing. As he smiled proudly. Then he opened his mouth, "Alright, you guys know why you were called here today, right?"

"YES!" Everyone nodded seriously as they subconsciously gripped their weapons. "Today is the day we will get back OUR land!" They shouted as Amon grinned.

"That's right! Today's the day we get back our pride, our homeland! But first…" Amon said. "You guys need to know the situation on the enemy's side." He said in a calm voice as he took out some sheets of paper from behind his back.

"First of all, while all of you were training hard, I wasn't sitting back stupidly." He said, reading the paper. "The past year, I did a lot of research and spied on the militia to know their strength."

He said and pointed towards the raiders. "There are 650 members in God's militia… 600 of them are normal fighters, these guys are weak enough that any of us can take out 20 of them on their own. So that's not a problem, however..." He went silent. "50 of them are special, they are strong."

Saying this, he stopped for quite a while. Finally, he opened his mouth again. "Back to the point, God's Army is around 10x of our current number. While 50 special of them are around our strength. Yet," He looked at everyone's face. "Do you guys think we will win?" He asked calmly.

But their answers weren't calm, at all. As they shouted with full energy. "YES! WE WILL WIN! WE WILL WRECK THEM!"

"....Hahaha!" Amon laughed out hearing them. "Yes, that's right! Time to defeat that fake God! In the name of Kalgara!" He said. "LET'S GO!!"

Perhaps it was their training this year. Or maybe it's just their warrior spirit, thus, without any hesitation, they picked up their custom-weapons made by Amon and Bob, and rushed towards Upper-yard. While the ones left in the tribe prayed with everything, they were preparing their mind for the potential massacre.

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A/N: The current God's Army isn't the one's from Enel's Army of 50 members. They also don't dog-like. Its cannon that Gan Fall's army was 650 as stated by Enel.

This chapter was proofread by @Reticulum(the great).