Seven

"What are you doing brat!!?" a voice echoed through the field, resonating in my ears , as I sat below the green tree. The wind steered through the trees, as the leaves sung a song. My hands trembled slightly as I heard my father shout, I had been subjected to his exceedingly torturous 'training' that he had had me go through for the past six years.

Yes I was seven now, almost eight, and when I had grown to the age of three, I had started training my armament Haki, and now I had already gotten to an initial level in it, and no I was not stupid, just a little lazy, but that was not the reason I had had such little development in it, it was because I had undergone heavy training to refine my body, my muscles, my bones, and even my organs before I had started to actively train in it.

I had eaten my devil fruit as soon as I had gotten to this island, and had received quite a shock! I had to write my own programming language, can you imagine the amount of time I had to spend on it, before I was satisfied? I had been to great heights to make this fruit one-piece friendly!

I had my own cloud where I could save all sorts of programs, like a code on all the types of battle techniques that I had looked at in the library, and a perfect method to counter each one of them! it took me more than a year to save all of that, and then I had to match it all to the fighting style in the Hans Humpty techniques, which capitalized on being lithe and dexterous might I add?

I had trained my Observation to an all Domain type ability, which allowed me to observe everything around me in an two meter radius. I had also added an auto observe function in my head which instantly analyzed the fighting pattern of the opponent and helped me find all the openings in the opponents battle style.

I had also found out a method akin to Shunpo, which I had named as the same, while looking through my body, before storing a perfect Edios of it in my cloud. I found that if I added a little strength to the tips of my toes, before instantly coating it with Haki on contact with the ground.

My father and grandfather had been quite surprised at it when I had shown it to them, before redoubling my training in an attempt to accustom my body to the stress of rapid movement and instant coating, all the while praising my insight in making a 'revolutionary technique' that was even slightly better than Soru at its peak, though now, my Shunpo was still quite tardy, as I could only use it with time intervals to let my body adjust to the coating.

"Brat, today is the day that you meet the old man, Tanken, your grandfather had to convince him with a bottle of Sakura Sake, so you better don't disappoint him, otherwise even I won't be able to save you!" My father said, getting out of uncle Roger's makeshift grave.

Father and grandfather had almost marched into Mary Geoisse, and had only stopped because of the convincing of more than half of the Pirate Council, who were all enraged in one measure or the other. They had to face the persuasion *Ahem* of all the members of the council, who had talked of the scary cannon that the world Government had, along with the rumored Athena. (though we weren't too sure of that)

I had not been allowed into Raftel again after that day, my father kept telling me that I didn't have the 'right' to enter, owing to how weak I was, though I was in fact strong enough to hold myself in the first part of the Grand-line, one-on-one with any of the Captains, though I might indeed end up dead if I faced any of the Yonko's Executives.

I had even later found out that my little brother(cousin) had been born only two years after I had, though father, and grandfather said that they couldn't help him because of a promise between them and uncle Roger.

I thought as I made my way forward to meet my going-to-be dagger teacher. He lived on the other side of the marginally big island, and I had to walk a lot to meet him, though I didn't dislike the walks themselves, the distance always managed to irk me, like that persistent itch at the back of your neck that would refuse to go away, or an annoying insect that had taken upon itself the paramount task of revolving around your head like your own personal star, that just refused to go away.

The trees on either sides of the path, glittered in their nature-y green colour, probably because of the glowering sun in the sky, though who was I to say? Shiny trees were not the weirdest thing that this world had.

The stones in my path skipped away as I walked on, the chirp of the birds ringing pleasantly in my ear, and my hand rising and falling in a unique rhythm not quite unlike the constant beat of my heart.

I had trained and practiced for this day, scanning and learning every battle style I knew, or could think of, safely coded away, to assist me in the shortest span of time possible. I had found that I could 'download' this code into my brain, or the related code onto any part of my body, so my restoration ability quite resembled the main character form 'an irregular at magic high school' though my restrictions were quite greater than his.

Though I had never touched a weapon, in my life, or gotten into a fight (much to the disappointment of father) I had all the theory down, and I hoped that that would give me a head-start in my training.

As I walked on, I reached a town like place, homes stretched on for quite a distance, and the roofs glinted in the yellow sunlight.

I had reached, and now my training would begin...