Leaving the island

' What's up'- Thoughts

"What's up"- Speech

*What's up*- Sounds

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*zinnggg*

Stats: ▼

[Name: Dean Silvers]

[Age: 12 years]

[Strength: 56]

[Stamina: 52]

[Agility: 54]

[WillPower: 82]

[Swordmanship level: Novice → 78%]

[Haki:]

[Armament: not activated]

[Observation: beginner→40%]

[Conqueror: beginner→ 17%]

[Perks:]

[Sword prodigy]

[Haki prodigy]

...

Dean's face lit up with a wide grin as he glanced at his stats.

"The past six months have been truly exhausting, but I've managed to cope with it," Dean remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and pride.

Dean had exceeded his own expectations, surpassing the challenges before him. As someone from another world, who had never resorted to murder or faced life-threatening situations, he possessed a distinct advantage that he wielded wisely—Knowledge-sama!

Throughout those months, Dean dedicated himself tirelessly to training both his body and his swordsmanship. He spared no effort, pushing his physical limits and honing his skills with the blade, determined to become stronger.

For his physical training, he followed a regimen inspired by Saitama's rigorous routine or sought to recreate the martial arts style known as "Rokushiki."

In his initial months of training, he focused his efforts on recreating the technique known as "Soru." Inspired by the incredible speed and agility it offered, Dean diligently studied and practiced the intricate movements required for this advanced technique.

Despite encountering setbacks and failures along the way, Dean's persistence remained unyielding as he relentlessly pursued mastery of the technique. He understood that to execute Soru, he needed to be strong and fast enough to kick the ground ten times in a single second.

With every failed attempt, his resolve grew stronger, and he intensified his training to break through his limits time and time again. Each setback became an opportunity for him to surpass his previous self. His determination knew no bounds as he relentlessly pushed himself to new heights, gradually strengthening his once undeveloped body to a terrifying degree. The physical transformation he underwent was awe-inspiring, as his muscles grew taut and powerful, and his endurance soared to extraordinary levels.

In his pursuit of swordsmanship mastery, Dean remained steadfast in adhering to the fundamentals. He dedicated his practice to perfecting essential movements such as horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, straight thrusts, reverse slashes, and an array of other foundational techniques. Recognizing the importance of building a strong foundation, Dean focused on honing his precision, timing, and fluidity with these basic sword strikes.

Dean devoted himself to practicing those movements relentlessly, striving to engrave them deep into his muscle memory. Although he did not achieve immediate success, his persistent efforts yielded notable gains. Over time, the repetition and focused practice gradually improved his execution of the basic swordsmanship movements. While perfection may have eluded him, his dedication and perseverance ensured that his skills were far from meager.

Reaching a point where his body craved more than just fruits, Dean decided to venture into the forest occasionally, seeking fresh meat to satisfy his nutritional needs.

Initially, he faced challenges in identifying which animals in the forest were poisonous and which were safe to consume. However, driven by his determination and the mindset of "do or die trying," he pressed forward. Recognizing the risks involved, Dean took calculated risks and experimented with various animal meats, relying on his instincts and basic knowledge of survival to guide him. While the fear of consuming something harmful lingered in the back of his mind, Dean remained resolute, understanding that overcoming obstacles often required taking bold actions. Through trial and error, he gradually learned to differentiate between safe and poisonous options, gradually expanding his repertoire of forest-sourced meats.

As he persisted in his pursuit of survival, the animals in the forest initially tried to evade him, sensing his presence and perceiving him as a threat. However, over time, his skills and instincts sharpened to the point where he became a formidable predator in his own right. With each encounter, Dean honed his hunting techniques, learning to track, stalk, and capture his prey with increasing efficiency. The balance of power shifted as he embraced his predatory nature, adapting to the forest's ecosystem and establishing himself as a formidable force within it.

As his skills as a hunter and predator grew, he gradually established himself as one of the rulers of the forest!

~present time~

A shirtless youth stood still, his gaze fixed upon the vast expanse of stars above. Lost in his own thoughts, he remained motionless, captivated by the cosmic wonders that adorned the night sky. The gentle breeze brushed against his skin, causing his hair to sway ever so slightly.

'Considering that I am currently 12 years old, I assume that the year is 1513 in the timeline. Not too long ago, the event of Fisher Tiger liberating the slaves in Mary Geoise took place.

The world would likely be in a state of turmoil following Fisher Tiger's audacious act of climbing the cliffs of the Red Line and launching an attack on the holy land to liberate the slaves from the World Nobles.

Of course! If she is indeed still ten years old, I am confident in my ability to rescue her and convincingly persuade her to join my future crew.'

...

"It's time to leave the island," Dean murmured.

*yawn*

"I'm going to take a nap first," Dean added before preparing to rest.

~The next morning~

The sun was shining in pure splendor, casting its radiant light without any hindrance.

A young boy lay upon a makeshift mattress crafted from a collection of assembled leaves, using them as a substitute for a proper bed.

As he stretched his arms and rose to his feet, the young boy emitted peculiar noises that filled the air.

After enjoying a refreshing breakfast, Dean strolled towards the shore of the beach.

He ambled along the shore, his torso bare and his attire limited to worn-out black pants, riddled with holes. Engrossed in his thoughts, he murmured softly under his breath.

"Damn, I look even poorer than a beggar," Dean muttered, his voice filled with self-deprecation.

~10 days later~

Dean had been preoccupied in the past few days, devoting his time to amassing a stockpile of food and beverages.

In preparation for his journey, he meticulously carved a "boat" out of an enormous tree trunk, which he had felled and transported to the shore. While it may not resemble a conventional vessel, it served as his makeshift craft. The sails consisted of a patchwork of various animal hides sewn together with plant fibers, ingeniously fashioned into ropes.

Despite its unimpressive appearance, it would suffice for now as he merely required it to ensure a safe journey to a habitat island without the risk of drowning in the vast sea.

"I can't believe it has been nearly seven months since I arrived in this world," sighed Dean, gazing at the unattractive vessel before him.

As he stood there, reminiscing about his past life, he reflected on his decision to transmigrate into the world of One Piece, even though he initially believed it to be a mere dream. The thought of leaving his family and friends behind weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He imagined that his loved ones must have been saddened by his sudden disappearance, particularly his parents. However, he held onto the hope that, in due time, they would overcome their grief. Dean knew his parents to be resilient and determined individuals, even more so than himself.

For him, dwelling on the past held little importance, as he recognized that he couldn't complain about his present circumstances. He had accepted his decision and embraced the new world he found himself in. Focusing on the present, he appreciated the opportunities and adventures that awaited him, leaving behind any regrets or complaints from his previous life.

And Dean considered himself incredibly fortunate to have been given a fresh opportunity—a chance to live in his favorite anime world. What made it even more exciting was the fact that he had the privilege of choosing his own perks.

Now armed with the opportunity to pursue greatness and carve a path of significance, he felt a surge of determination within him. He recognized that this was his moment to shine and prove his worth. With the vast possibilities laid before him in the anime world he adored, he was determined to make the most of it and leave a lasting impact.

As those negative thoughts crept into his mind, Dean swiftly shook his head, determined to banish them. He understood that dwelling on negativity would only hinder his progress and cloud his focus.

"I believe I'm prepared. The time has come to bid farewell to this island and embark on my journey," he murmured to himself, while meticulously confirming the provisions he had stored in his 'water containers.' He wanted to ensure that his supplies were in order and ready for the voyage ahead. Taking one last look around, he felt a mix of excitement and anticipation, ready to set sail and embrace the adventures that awaited him beyond the shores of the island.

Dean climbed aboard the boat, finding his footing on its deck. He positioned himself near the ship's stern, resting his hands on the side of the rudder. Feeling the solid wood beneath his palms, he absorbed the sensation and took a moment to appreciate the connection he felt with the vessel. It was as if he and the ship were becoming one, ready to navigate the vast ocean together. With a deep breath, he steadied himself, preparing to steer the boat and set his course toward new horizons.

With determined strength, Dean began pushing against the boat, propelling it forward until it gradually submerged into the sea. He exerted his efforts, feeling the resistance of the water against the vessel. As the boat embraced its new environment, he knew that his voyage had officially begun.

Once the ship was fully immersed in seawater, Dean's attention turned to inspecting the boat meticulously, searching for any signs of leaks.

After patiently inspecting the boat and finding no signs of leaks, Dean proceeded to hoist up the sails. He skillfully maneuvered the ropes, raising the sails and allowing them to catch the wind. As the sails billowed and filled with the breeze, a sense of anticipation filled his heart.

...

"Crap, I have no idea which part of the Blue Sea I'm in," Dean muttered, a touch of concern creeping into his voice.