1 West Blue
West Blue, Llisia kingdom a backward dojo.
On a broad open field 5 to 6 children could be seeing playing chase, laughter could be heard every single minute.
"Why are you not joining the fun?" An old man said to the little boy doing exercises next to him while he was smoking a cigar and watching the children play.
"I'm not interested." Answered the little boy in an irritated and cold voice while sweat could be seeing running down his forehead like a water fountain.
The old man looked at the little boy training next to him while stroking his fashionable goatee beard, trying to look like a man who has been through a lot.
"Enjoy your childhood Mark, before you get old and end up regretting it." The old man sighed.
The little boy training next to the old man was named Mark Z. Matheus he had blue eyes, long black hair which was reaching all the way to his shoulders a slim build body and a slim oval face with handsome facial features.
Mark Z. Matheus wasn't actually from this world. He had reincarnated from earth to this world with all his memories intact.
When he found himself in this world as an infant left behind by his parent in an unknown foster home he was quite surprised and devastated at the same time.
In his past life he didn't have any parents and was also left behind in foster care, where he was verbally abused and bullied by his foster siblings which made his personality a bit introverted, he had trouble trusting people and caring for people. But he was determined to live his new life to the fullest with no regrets what so ever.
What Mark discovered when he turned five was that he had actually reincarnated to the "One Piece" world!
The first thing Mark tried to find out was whether he was reincarnated with any kind of a cheat like a system perhaps but unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
"It doesn't matter whether if I was reincarnated with a system or not, but the fact that I know of the one piece world is helpful in itself, should I try to become a marine? Or start a pirate crew?" Thought Mark while planning his future.
Mark usually spent his days at the dojo training some martial arts, doing physical exercises etc.
"Mark! Mark!" A little boy with snot hanging out from his nose could be seen running towards the soak sweated Mark.
"What's wrong snotty?" Said Mark in an irritated voice since his training actually got disturbed by this little so-called "snotty"
"Pirates! They cameee! They acutully cameee again!" Little snotty tried to muster a proper sentence but couldn't because he was exhausted from the running.
"They came again?" Mark was pretty surprised at this because the last time pirates came through this dojo they all got beaten black and blue from his punches and kicks he even broke two guys arms and legs as a warning.
When the old man heard little snotty his eyebrows flickered for a second before turning back to normal.
"If they come unarmed, I won't interfere but if they don't they won't ever see the sunset again!" The old man thought while trying to stay as low profile as possible.
