Pilot

"When I was younger a few months old to exact , my father would violently hit my mother when ever she came home late at night (early mornings sometimes). And my mother being who she was never one to sit back and take a hit from any person much less a man , so they would always fight , police would be called and so on , though neither of the two ever went to jail even after their many violent exchanges.

Though thankfully one day, they would eventually separate and my father would get custody of me. And though these past few years had been tough for a period of time. It had been 5 years since I last seen my mother or hear her voice. My father would always tell me that if she didn't take the effort to enquire about my well-being then she didn't love me nor did she care. And being young at that age I surely believed him, his lies… and his poison. His hate for her was unending and he wanted me to do the same , to hate her … hate my own mother . But deep down I could never no matter what. No matter how he treated me , no matter what foul things he said about her and how she abandoned me; yet still I went out of my way to get back in touch with her even after he outright banned me ."

"You see… I craved the love my father didn't show me , neither could my stepmothers. For his love if it could be called that was far beyond tuff love. At times it seemed like it was an indoctrination as I grew up . Don't misplace my words , my father was not an evil man , he was epitome of what a man should be and what a man should not ."

"But at times he had his mood swings , sometimes we would laugh and joke then there were many times he would take out his anger upon me or anyone he could within his vicinity . Though he did not hit me unless I deserved it as a child growing up, though at times the words he said seem to hurt more than the belt. For I remembered his words as clear as day, for they remained like scars upon my body but the pain from the beatings and punishments vanished almost the same day upon which they came. Though the way I have been raised may not be perfect nor do I want it to be , my struggles through my childhood until late teens have taught me many. I know I have my flaws… I have my darkness , so do many , but with power that darkness tends to emerge more and more … corrupting the one which uses it."

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"It was a natural law for creatures to identify those stronger than them ; wether it be humans or animals, none can escape the feeling of fear… For fear is power…

— wight to zoro

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While I may look human, please do not be fooled. I may be flesh and blood ; but I have long surpassed the boundaries that has held back humanity for so very long . I am faster, stronger, … and more durable than many in this world although not by much ; but as I improve and progress further so will my unnatural biology and it was so the very first day I woke up on this island.

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Wack! Wack!

"You have improved wight , a very great improvement from the last time we met. " The head of the dojo professed after sending the 16 year old skidding to the floor .

" Then I'll take your word for it master Koushirou. I was but a beginner two years ago and now… not so anymore , so I'm fairly grateful for where I'm at now. " The dark skinned youth replied as he raised himself up from the wooden ground.

"It pleases me that you realize this as well, if kuina was alive today then I'd think you would have surpassed her with your techniques let alone with brute strength "

"I am your student master , it is my duty to learn whatever I can especially since I don't have a choice in the matter ." Wight replied back .

"Well then… , this is end of our lesson so you may take your leave when you're ready , though I have to go for I have another session to teach your younger peers" Koushirou said slightly bowing to the young man who in turn bowed to him .

Wight watched as the man exited through the doors before fading away into obscurity. He sighed tiredly before falling down to the floor once more . It wasn't easy training to use a blade especially as he came from a world where guns ruled instead of some random piece of cutting weapon , though effective; and used numerously in the old world, guns had outclassed it centuries prior. But as he had told koushirou he had no choice in the matter for his blade was a part of him as a limb would be , but with a stronger tie of course ; for his sword was apart of his soul , his essence was within it and his imprint already on it . He didn't know how that came to be and no matter how he abandoned it or threw it away at first it always found a way to return to him . A many had said it was cursed but it was no such thing and he had soon realized that , the blade had one owner and it was him so it could not belong to any other neither could it be dominated by any other for it had a will of its own , a mind of its own and slowly yet surely he was bringing its secret power under his control while understanding it as it did him. Funny enough, the actions of the blade reminded him of ( soul swords) the shinigami used in the bleach anime . There was the regular asauchi , then there was named blades that shinigami awakened after years of training and bonding with the blade.

"Wight !!! "

He heard a boy call out his name .

Barging through the doors with uncontrolled speed was none other than …

'Zoro' he thought with annoyance.

"What do you want now zoro ? I won't be sparing with you today if that's what you wish. I have other things to do at this time so probably… tomorrow or whenever I'm free ."

"A true swordsman must always dedicate his time to the way of the sword no matter what" The green haired spouted

"Whether true or not , you are not one to decide nor judge my swordsmanship when you can hardly discern left from right" wight fired back getting an embarrassed look from the green haired youth.

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"I've beaten you 87 times wight so our score is almost settled ! So fight me now unless you're a coward " zoro tried to change the subject .

"Are you dumb!? I'm leading by 201 how is the score almost settled, and the only reason you got those wins were because you were practicing with a sword long before I even started"

"They're still wins though aren't they!?" The green head pointed out shamelessly.

"And as I said before , I don't have time zoro , perhaps some other time I would but not right now. "

"Whatever ; but remember this wight! "

"I will be the greatest swordsman wight and in so I will, no , I must defeat all good sword users that come across my path ." The 12 year old declared.

"Then I surrender, there's another win for you zoro ."

"That's not how it works you bastard!" The 12 year old shouted indignantly .

"Well it works that way for me though "

"And zoro , how many times have master told you? The pursuit of strength must not always be physically but also mentally and spiritually if you believe in such things at least . Though you will find that meditation at times can do you some good if you try it. "

"Why won't you stop with your stupid lectures you lanky bastard !?"

"Dear lord " wight sighed as he facepalmed

'This hardheaded fool.'

"I'll See you later zoro" wight waved him off as he walked pass him towards the exit.