Chapter 3:The Awakening of a Legend

Jason spent time blending into his life as Silvers D. Jason, the son of Shakuyaku and Rayleigh. He trained under his father, learning the basics of swordsmanship and combat, while his mother taught him about the world and its darker sides. He quickly realized that this life wasn't as peaceful as it seemed. Change to at twelve at night not age He still had his old memories and the knowledge that this world was dangerous—filled with pirates, Marines, and worse. And he hadn't forgotten the strange, godlike encounter he had before waking up in this body. He had made wishes. Powerful ones. The days passed in a blur of intense training and rapid growth as Jason continued his life on Sabaody Archipelago, under the tutelage of his father, Silvers D. Rayleigh. Every day was a new challenge. Rayleigh taught him the basics of swordsmanship, the foundational aspects of Haki, and essential survival skills that came with living in such a treacherous part of the world. Sabaody was a hub of chaos, filled with pirates, bounty hunters, and even worse—the ever-looming presence of the Marines. But Jason's growth was anything but ordinary. Rayleigh watched in astonishment as his son, barely four years old, picked up sword techniques with a fluid grace that defied his age. Within just a few weeks, Jason had surpassed the level of an average child in swordsmanship, and his Observation Haki had started to manifest in ways even Rayleigh couldn't ignore. One day, during a particularly intense sparring session, Jason sensed something strange. A shift in his father's intent. He closed his eyes, his Observation Haki sharpening. Suddenly, he could feel not just his father's movements but also the emotions rippling through the air—a quiet confidence mixed with a hint of pride. Rayleigh lunged, but Jason dodged effortlessly, his feet moving before his mind even processed the attack. Rayleigh stopped, lowering his sword. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized his son. "You're picking this up too fast, kid," he said, a hint of pride underlying his usually gruff tone. "It took me years to get to where you are now, and you're doing it at four." Jason shrugged, trying to play it off. "I guess I'm just a fast learner." Rayleigh chuckled, but his gaze remained sharp. "Maybe. But there's something special about you, Jason. You've got more than just talent. You've got... potential. And not the kind that comes from just training." Jason smirked inwardly. If only you knew, Dad. As time went by, Jason spent his days fully immersing himself in his life as the son of Shakuyaku and Rayleigh. Training was rigorous, and while his father taught him the art of combat, his mother taught him about the world, including its darker aspects. He realized early on that this life was filled with constant danger, and Sabaody was anything but peaceful. His memories of the past world remained vivid. He carried them like a burden—a reminder of the dangers lurking in this pirate-filled world. He hadn't forgotten the godlike entity he encountered before waking up in this body, nor the powerful wishes he had made, which would soon be realized. One night, when Jason at 12, he lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were a whirlwind of the immense power he knew lay dormant within him. The Dragon Dragon no Mi, Model: Elemental Dragon God—the Devil Fruit of his dreams—was out there, waiting for him.