Post Mortem est Vita, Post Vitam est Mortem.

It is kinda freaking seeing a child of around 2 and a half years old flying around. I find my first target which looks like a black bear, except it's size can rival African elephants. After I acknowledge it as my target I charge at it doing a shoulder tackle, knocking it back several feet.

The close combat martial arts I am learning involves using the whole body as a weapon, not just punches and kicks. In the recorded techniques it recorded several 'Vulnerable' Parts of the human body, making me wonder who was the shameless person who created the technique, not that I complain.

The bear has thick skin and I am sad that I do not have a sword or some kind of weapon. I start aiming attacks towards the head, hoping to break the skull or knock it unconscious. Eventually I manage to crack it's skull and it dies.

I managed to open a 'second realm' around 30x30x30 meters big It takes around 30% of my energy to open, so I can open it about three times a day at my current strength. I look for my next target, I plan to use armament haki this time so I search for a larger opponent.

Eventually I find a larger 15 meter tall gorilla that is red is color. I charge at it and give a punch to its face covering my fist with armament haki, it doesn't even take more than one hit as its face is completely blown through.

My test with armament haki shows how potent it is. My armament haki is surprisingly potent. I can also control it exceedingly well. I don't spend much time using it later as I start fighting random beast using purely my body and fighting techniques. I also become very proficient in dodging and predicting during this time, because getting hit still hurts.

After about two and a half years of constant battling, I find there is no beast on this island that can fight me anymore. I do leave a good portion of the stronger ones alive for future training. Now is the time I want to go check out that hidden area that I can not sense anything from.

I approach the area and surprisingly find that it is just a normal cave from outward appearance. I cautiously approach and eventually I find something surprising. There is a sheathed sword laying on an altar in front of three murals.

I carefully study the murals and I realize that each of them is a sword technique! The first one shows a man colored in black drawing the sword from man odd angles, as if the single sword draw can break all defenses.

The second one shows a man swing the sword is many seeming odd ways, yet it forms of perfect defense orbit. The third and last one has a set of basic sword moves. They are not complicated, yet the way they are drawn make them seem so very formidable.

After gazing for a while, I approach the sword, it has an ornate white handle that seems to be made of bone, and the sheath is a dark black ebony color with ornate golden designs. I slowly take the sword rubbing my finger along the slightly curved sheath.

I pull the sword out around five inches, I see a sword blade that seems to absorb all light, yet is contrasted by a golden words that is etched on the blade seeming give off light 'Post Mortem est Vita, Post Vitam est Mortem.'

I remember back to my Latin studies I took as an elective in school 'After Death is Life, After Life is Death.' I stare deep into these words mesmerized by them, completely unaware of black smoke coming out and permeating the surroundings.

After a while I feel like I comprehended something, what it is I am not sure. I sheathed the sword and the smoke dissipates as if it was never there. I bow towards the murals in respect and leave, going back to a plains area I have been using as my temporary home.

I start practicing the sword draw and the basic techniques, I currently cannot use the sword orbit as it has significant requirements on the body it seems. After a while of training just the basic sword techniques I go into a zen like state, fighting an unseen enemy.

Time slowly trickles by as I fight, *Slash*, *Chop*, *Cut*, *Block*. Constant repeating of these moves, I speed up and the unseen enemy speeds up too, always seemingly ahead of me by one step. My body ages, years pass, at some point my circulation technique started going on its own.

At some point I start using sword drawing and sword orbit, training them as well. The sword skills slowly sublimate becoming part of my body, an instinct, I also incorporate after a while my wind and space devil fruit powers. After around ten scary years I eventually defeat the enemy of which I cannot see, breaking my trance.

I check my body which seems unfamiliar, yet so familiar at the same time. After I realize the time that passes I shiver uncontrollably, I realize that this state was called enlightenment, yet it never last thing long because usually hunger snaps people out of it or some other stimulus.

I look down at my body and realize I am naked, I never really thought about it because I was still young. But now I realize I am Fifteen years old, Five years until the deadline comes. I look around and see a one kilometer dead zone in diameter. There is nothing but flat land.

I remember a particular spider I faced when I was young, It had black spider silk, and I had a hard time cutting it with even with a haki infused wind blade. I go look for that spider, finding it's territory increases, yet as it senses my presence it hides in the deeper part of its web, Not that I care, I take out my sword which I have named Mors for short.

I harvest several hundreds of meters of the black spider silk, enough to last a lifetime. I take it back to my decimated living area, I pull out some wood and make a very crude setup to process it into fabric, enough to make a shirt, pants, and some underwear.

After much trial and error, I manage to make several sets of black t-shirts, Long black pants, and numerous pairs of underwear. I haven't even mate a dent in my supply, but it will be enough to last a while, and I make them semi larger so that I will grow into them in two years.

Last but not least, I take out a black leather hide that I processed in the past when I was younger, and start making black leather boots. I also make a long cape that goes down to my knees, I now look like Zorro,(Not to be confused with Zoro) excluding the mask. Combined with my golden blond hair, deep emerald eyes, golden ratio body with a height of 6'5" (Almost two meters) I look very handsome.

I get ready for the trial I failed before, I have undergone a quantitative and qualitative change by a large margin since before, so I hope that I can pass more than one.