Training

Karl takes over the Box and unwraps the cloth before opening the lid. Inside the box lays a thick book and also a weird fruit, this peculiar fruit is shaped like a pear but is blue and is covered with swirls.

'Wait... this.. looks familiar... THIS MUST BE A DEVIL FRUIT! Score! But uh... what fruit is it?'

As Naomi looks at Karl spacing out she proceeds to explain, "Wow that is a Devil fruit as for what type I'm not sure but we can find out as your mother included a Devil fruit encyclopedia. Karl quick go check what fruit this is!"

Karl picks up the book and starts flipping the pages trying to find a picture of the fruit. After awhile Karl found it, "Ah HAH! Its the Static static fruit? And its a paramecia type fruit, it grants the user the power of electricity?"

Meanwhile, Naomi is at the side reading as well and points out, "Karl, look at this, it is stated here that common uses of this fruit is to coat objects to amplify its power or to send electric shocks upon contact."

Karl rubs his chin as he begins to think about the fruit his mother gave him. 'Dang, my first fruit huh? Static static... it sounds lame damn it... but it is, after all, a gift from my mother. Screw it I will make this lame fruit overpowered, I will make it escape its determined fate of a lame fruit, heh and I will change its record permanently!'

With a determined gaze on the fruit, Karl says, "Static static fruit huh? Hehe alright then if this is what mother wants me to have I guess I will have to change its perceived fate. Don't worry Aunt Naomi, I will bring out the true potential of this fruit!" And with that Karl opened his mouth wide and ate the fruit whole.

'Oh, shit.. doesn't devil fruit taste horrib..'

*GULP* *BLURGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*

"It's DISGUSTING!"

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The next day after breakfast, Naomi had Karl do warmup exercises before beginning his training. Karl started with push-ups before moving on to weights. He was also tasked to add weights on his ankle before beginning his normal routine of running.

After lunch, Karl started to get used to his devil fruit. He started to produce sparks on his fingertips before slowly increasing his output power. He notices that as he increased his output, his stamina is depleted faster. Next, he picks up a stick and tries to coat the stick with static, he had a lot of difficulty in coating the stick and realized that higher mastery of his fruit was needed for him to coat non-metal objects. He then tries to coat his fists with static and punches a nearby tree, the result was the punch having an increase in power. Soon, he began to form plans for the development of his fruit while seeking advice from Naomi from the side.

'So I should probably focus on increasing the output of my fruit and followed by increasing my control of the output. If coating my fists with electricity works then the same should be applicable to my kicks. However, I do not want to be limited to only close combat.. hmm.. I guess that's a problem for tomorrow, gotta take it one step at a time.'

After spending the afternoon working on his devil fruit, he plans to work on increasing the output by channelling as much electricity as he can generate onto a metal rod for as long as he can. By repeatedly forcing himself to his limits in terms of his output he can increase the maximum power of the fruit and also increase the duration of use. For control, he plans to focus an amount just right onto his finger, such that a little spark is formed just hovering on top of his fingertip and maintain it for as long as he can. Karl aims to be able to do it simultaneously on all 10 of his fingers.

After dinner, Karl proceeds to train with his sword. He meditates with it and tries to form some sort of connection that Naomi spoke of. He then practices the sword arts that his father passed down to him. Sometimes he fights with the huge animals on the island to train and hone his combat instinct. Just like that, Karl spent his days in a constant state of improvement.

Another 5 years past.

"ROARRR!"

*Bzzzt*

"Is that all you got piggy?!" Karl shouted as he punches the huge boar yet again.

The boar turns to face Karl as it's bloodshot eyes focuses on Karl, it then lowers itself preparing to launch itself at Karl yet again.

"Alright alright, I'll stop playing with you, I'm getting hungry its time to end this," Karl says as he readies his sword.

As if the boar understood what Karl was saying, it instantly charged at Karl. Seeing this Karl launched himself at the boar as well.

*SHING* *SQUEAL*

Everything seems to stop for a moment before the huge boar starts limping and falls down.

"Heh, I hope Aunt Naomi is ready to cook this. I can't wait to eat it!" Karl says as he licks his lips thinking about dinner.

Karl is now 10 years old, after sticking to his training routine for the past 5 years, he has developed a lean muscular figure and stands at about 1.0 metre tall.

'Status'

{Showing status

Name: Crow D. Karl

Age: 10

STR: 30

AGI: 35

INT: 15

STA: 35

<Skills>

[Appraisal] [Swordsman] [Static]

<Passive>

[Unbound] [Haki Talent] [Combat Instincts] [Sword art Talent] [Static static fruit] }

'Hmm I cannot seem to get past the swordsman boundary... what am I missing exactly?' Karl ponders as he carries the boar back to his hut.

"Aunt Naomi! Look what I brought back!" Karl shouted as he nears the hut.

"Whatever it is quickly bring it here! I'm starving!" Aunt Naomi said as she brought out the spices. As they were eating dinner, Karl tried to inspect Aunt Naomi's status again only to be greeted with the same old question marks.

After Karl and Aunt Naomi finished their dinner, Karl looks at Naomi and asked, "Aunt Naomi just how strong are you? Even after all my training, I can't even scratch you."

"Well, I'm definitely stronger than you hur hur... As for the specifics... don't sweat it HAHAHA just know that for someone to be your parent's subordinate he or she cannot be too weak" Naomi said as she winked.

As night falls, while Karl is sleeping, a figure can be seen sneaking next to Karl's bed as if having its final glance. Before placing a letter on the table nearby and disappearing from the spot without a sound.