1 Death and Rebirth 1\2

"It does not work this way!"

A man with brown hair concentrated on painting the island of Sabaody on canvas while looking at One Piece on his computer.

The man got up from his chair and went to his room. Entered he looked around to see all the paintings made during his life. In the bedroom, in addition to the paintings, there was only one bed.

"Ahhhh, how boring!"

He was thinking about his life, his name was Yarold, he was 42 years old, he was divorced, and he had a 5-year-old daughter.

This was not what made him sad; he dedicated his existence to art, neglecting the family of his choice.

He had drawn all his favorite places and did not know what else to paint. He began to read manga, to see anime and fantasy films; he wanted to try to draw places created by the imagination in the most realistic way possible. However, all this time he was disappointed with the results.

After checking his paintings for ten minutes, he returned to the room with the computer.

'I can't huh? I would like to see these places live.'

He thought as he watched his latest creation.

"Hahahaha! I am such a fool, such a thing is impossible!"

He said in a low voice as tears came down, closed his eyes to calm down, thinking once again of his past.

He did not shed a tear at the death of his father, or when the judge entrusted the child to the mother, in short, he cried only for his artistic career.

Shortly afterward, he fell asleep.

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"𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗, 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗦, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬, 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟?"

A skinny woman, with long black hair tied in a ponytail, while wearing a purple dressing-gown, yelled at her husband, who was preparing to go out to Greece.

"Try to calm down, you're pregnant, don't-

Before he could finish talking, another scream interrupted him.

"𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦!" She said as she touched her belly with one hand and was trying to get the tears off her face with the other.

"We got married, we are going to have a son, couldn't you leave this vice of yours for some time? Please dear, for once behave like a husband, behave like a father!"

*̷ ̷S̷n̷i̷f̷f̷ ̷S̷n̷i̷f̷f̷ ̷*̷

(Author's note: Expression that I will use for crying)

"You can't understand... art is everything for me, it's my only reason for living." Her husband replied without too much trouble.

"More important than your wife and child!?" The woman asked in a light but desperate tone of voice.

"Yes! I'm sorry." The man closed the front door and spoke these words before leaving.

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"Hm? A dream?"

Yarold slowly opened his eyes and noticed that he had fallen asleep in the chair.

'Why does this matter come to my mind only now? Why I do not have anything to draw anymore? Should I go back and apologize to my family?'

He asked himself many questions as he rocked back and forth in his chair, then shook his head and smiled.

"𝗡𝗢! I do not regret my decisions; even if now I have nothing to paint anymore, I am sure I can find the necessary ideas to continue!"

After that, he continued to see One Piece.

The days passed and his routine remained unchanged. Episode after episode, island after island, while trying to draw all the landscapes, he caught up with anime and manga. Once finished, he checked all the new paintings on the islands.

"This is not good, this is not, and this is horrible..."

He looked at one island after another, negatively shaking his head, until...

"𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎! 𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼𝙃𝘼𝙃 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀!"

He jumped and screamed enthusiastically.

"The Fish-Man Island! There is still a place that I have not painted, that is the splendid underwater panorama!"

Having said that, he began to prepare all the necessary materials and left the house jumping and whistling.

"FIU, PIU, FIU!" (Author's note: Whistle and hum)

He went to rent a submarine to go to the nearest ocean, the Atlantic one. Before starting the trip, he checked that he had taken all the necessary materials.

Once the checking, he took his boat and headed for the ocean. Arriving at his destination, he began to dive, looking forward to seeing a world unknown to him. As the submarine was getting deeper and deeper, a noise came from behind.

"Mh?" Yarold turned to check the problem.

"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗔𝗔! What is that thing!?" He exclaimed before a giant beast bit him.

'Ah, I would have liked to be born in a fantasy world, to see live and to draw splendid places.'

With that in mind, as his last thought, he closed his eyes.

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"Oi!" There was a voice.

"𝗢𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜!" The voice grew louder.

Yarold opened his eyes and saw a muscular bald man covered in golden light.

"Well, you're awake! I am sorry___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The mysterious man continued to speak, but Yarold was not even listening, he got up and checked the surrounding environment.

It was in a sort of dome with a breathtaking view outside; yellow clouds surrounded the place, while from above you could see a silvery sun that illuminated everything. Above each cloud, there was a kind of purple portal.

Yarold wanted to paint this place, but he did not find his drawing materials.

"So? All clear?" The man asked after finishing his explanation.

"Huh? Who are you? How long have you been here? Where am I? Nice place! Do you have something to draw?

Yarold asked once he noticed the presence of the man.

"You didn't listen huh? I introduce myself, I am God!"

He said swelling his chest and pointing his thumb proudly.