Sir Lucifer Morningstar

Heaven Has No Limit Interlude I - One More

Added 2026-02-02 18:00:19 +0000 UTC

“One more.”

“...Oi, old man, you’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?”

At a graveyard, one boy and one man stood across from each other. The man was bloodied, battered, from head to toe, with holes punctured through his chest, his arms, his legs, his stomach and his hands. The boy’s arms were crossed in front of him, in his pristine white suit. The old man wheezed, but he remained standing, remained there, on his feet, his eyes darkened by the midday sun, as he repeated the words.

“I can take one more.”

A sharp, piercing water-like bullet pierced his stomach.

“Gak!”

Blood pooled from his lips, overflowed and dribbled down his mouth and spat onto the ground in front of him. He wiped his bloodied mouth with the sleeve of his coat, and through his bloodied lips, he grinned.

“One more.”

“...”

The boy opposing him said not a word.

“That is… eight hundred and seventy-three… attacks…” He spat. “Eight hundred and seventy-three… slaves… freed. One more. I can take one more.”

“Hey,” the boy said. “Garp. Are you being for real right now? Are you really going to fuckin’ die for a bunch of nobodies?”

The man, Garp, only replied with two words:

“One more.”

“I don’t get it. You’ve got no guarantee I’ll free them anyway.”

“Bwahahaha…!”

Garp laughed, then coughed, wheezing as his laughter worsened his injuries.

“Noah… was it? No… You will. You’ll… free… every last one…”

Noah clicked his tongue. “What makes you so fucking sure?”

“Unlike the other World Nobles… You… don’t see us as… insects. You have… pride.”

“Yeah, and?”

“With pride… comes a sense of honor,” Garp rasped. “Because pride will never allow a person… do a thing… that goes against their image…”

The boy fell silent.

“Heh… am I… wrong?”

“Speaking from fuckin’ experience, are you?”

“You’re not like… the other… ones at… Mariejois. You… hate them.”

“So what? Those bitches are easy to hate.” He scoffed. “They’re living on borrowed time anyway.”

“You… plan on killing… them?”

“Isn’t that fuckin’ obvious?”

“All of… them?”

“No shit.”

“Bwahahaha…!”

Garp laughed. He laughed until his injuries worsened again, then he closed his eyes and coughed.

“It’s a shame… I won’t be there… to see it.”

Garp slammed his chest.

“Come on. One more.”

“Bitch, you’ve tanked more of my attacks than anyone alive. I still don’t like you… no, scratch that, I still fuckin' hate you, but even I can give credit where credit is fuckin’ due.”

“One… more.”

“I don’t know what you’re tryin’ to do. If you think I’ll stop because I’ll start to fuckin’ pity you or something, you're dead fucking wrong.”

“Bwahahaha…! Just… Do what you have to! This… this is…”

Garp’s voice fell into a silent rasp.

“My justice.”

Garp coughed.

“...Now. One more. One more. One more person… goes free. You said for every attack… one person. So… keep… attacking. I can still take… one more.”

“Bitch, I'm not interesting in killing you in such a fucking lame ass—”

“So, you're out of… steam?”

Garp cut him off.

“After all that talk, you can't even… take down an old punching bag… like me. Is this… the best you can… do? Is this… all you're… capable of?”

“If you say one fucking more wor—”

Garp cackled.

“Bwahahaha! Is! This! Your! Limit?”

The air was so silent, a fly washing its hands in feces could have been heard across the entire Grand Line.

“Shit," Noah ran his hand through his hair. “...Fuckin’ hell. Might be more to these boomers than I thought. Actually got fuckin' baited. Me? Shit. Fuckin' hell. It's bait, I know it's bait, but motherfucker if it isn't good fuckin' bait.”

He ran his hand through his hair and grinned. A bloodthirsty, manic and unhinged grin.

“All right! All right! All right! All right, all right! You want more? You'll! Get! FUCKIN' MORE!”

The sound of the sound barrier shattering broke the air. Water pierced through flesh. Garp spat out blood. He grunted, and slammed his fist into his chest.

“One more!”

Another sound. Water cut through bone and sinew.

“One more!”

Another. Water shattered aged cartilage.

“One… more!”

Another.

“One more!”

And another.

“One… more!”

Again and again, those two words filled the air.

“...One more!”

Long after his flesh had become battered meat.