Revolutionary: Side Story
A/N: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. Standard disclaimer about ownership. OC's belong to me
Chapter 2 - Training
Arriving at the Revolutionaries base on Krelis, three days later, Mikel stepped off his yacht, to be greeted by his half-brother, Leon. Leon wore nothing but a plain black singlet, and dark blue pants, which showed off his impressively muscled physique. One look at the man, and everyone realised that he was massively powerful.
"Mikel," Leon greeted, gruffly, shaking Mikel's hand. Then he saw Bellamy who was coming off the yacht. "New recruit?" he asked.
"Yeah," Mikel replied, "This is Bellamy, found him on Jaya."
"One of your charity cases, neh?" Leon answered. "He looks scrawny enough, like a little runt," looking at Bellamy. Even that simple sort of comment dented his already low confidence. "Lotta physical training to do. I'm Leon, I'm in charge of the physical training," he said, in a deep voice that brooked no argument.
"Leon," Mikel said, "he's just recovered from near death." Bellamy was still overawed by the company he was in so he just stood silent waiting for Mikel's instructions.
"Most of us have been, we were pretty much better quite soon," Leon remarked. Mikel and Bellamy went off to the local accommodation, which really just consisted of a few crude buildings, wooden cabins to be precise.
"Anyway we begin with a three mile run, in ten minutes," Leon shouted, as the two left. "You know where to meet us."
Training was hard, Bellamy found out, firstly he was required to wear a seastone wrist cuff to prevent any 'cheating', Leon had said. And then they had to carry a five kilogram pack for the three mile run. He saw that Leon and Mikel both had had similar bands on, and were running with the rest of the troops.
Leon and Mikel both had looks which said this was something that was easy for them, as they kept a watch over all the troops. Bellamy was sweating and huffing, even though he had taken off his coat before the run began. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and he was panting. He saw that some of the trainees were doing the same, but most were still going at a steady pace as they passed through the path in the forest.
He felt his thighs begin to constrict as the lactic acid set in. He tried to will his Devil Fruit powers, but he remembered his seastone cuff. "To stop you from cheating," Mikel had said. He cussed out loud. Mikel turned around and gave him a stare. Leon shouted, "Pick up the pace," as the trainees all began to pick up speed.
He willed himself forward, not wanting to fail. Even though his back began to throb again, as the straps of the pack chafed raw against his wound, he pushed himself forward with the increased speed drawing on whatever reserves he had left.
"One mile left," Leon shouted, "One mile." Mikel slowed his pace and dropped back keeping up a steady rhythm, but mentally counting the number of trainees in his mind to make sure that they were all still there, and to make sure none had dropped from exhaustion. Leon surged ahead, as the track wound back down the cliff towards the beach where the run had begun.
Bellamy's pink singlet was now running a deep crimson line down the back, as his wound opened, and bled. But he kept on pushing onwards. No way was he going to ever be humiliated again. No way, he thought to himself, as he saw Mikel pass him going backwards. Mikel frowned at him, seeing that he was bleeding, but Bellamy shook his head, even though he was beginning to feel faint.
He kept going down the cliff, now back towards the end and the beach. He saw that Leon was now leading more physical exercises. Even though blood was running down his back, he joined the others. By the time Mikel came down to the beach, the exercise was almost over. Many of the trainees sat drinking water, to help quench their thirst.
Leon's gruff voice rang out, "Weapons training in five." Taking off his seastone cuff, Bellamy took a deep refreshing drink from his water canteen, as he sat down in the sand. He was going to have to do something about the bleeding which had by now begun to slow.
Mikel walked over and said, "Lie down," as he summoned the healing light to his hands again. Bellamy lay down on the sand, his wound exposed to the light. The wound closed, as Leon walked over to speak to his half-brother. "Mikel, the others are waiting."
"Rookie boy, you and I are going to start training with that Devil Fruit of yours, whilst Mikel takes the others to the shooting range," Leon ordered, as he gestured for Bellamy to rise and follow him. Whilst the others headed back towards the left, Leon led his student to the right, into a large clearing.
"Rookie boy, you taken your cuff off?" he asked. When he received an assent from his student he gestured for him to stand opposite him. A flash of anger passed through Bellamy, even though he was literally still just a Rookie, it was never nice to be reminded like that, the mocking tone almost matched Doflamingo's. "Now, hit me with your best attack," Leon said, "I want to see how good you are with that Devil Fruit of yours."
The Spring Hopper technique involved bouncing off one spot to the next to his speed, and to disorient his opponent by the sound. Bellamy saw that Leon merely waited, stood perfectly still in the middle of the clearing. Once he felt he had built up enough velocity, he aimed himself at Leon, intending to hit him in the back. Bouncing off the last wall, he swung towards Leon like a bullet. He was sure he would hit.
"Backspin," Leon said, as he bought the Chikara Chikara no Mi into play. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The Backspin technique did just that, using an equal and opposite Force to stop the incoming attack in its tracks. He then bought his elbow down on the back of Bellamy's head, driving him face first into the ground. Bellamy sat up, gingerly, rubbing the back of his head, which was aching from pain of Leon's elbow even though he used a fraction of the force he could summon.
"Too slow on the uptake and too long to reach anywhere near enough velocity to even do decent damage, Rookie Boy," Leon said, gruffly giving his opinion. He grunted. "We're going to have to do a lot of work. Any good Marine Captain would be able to beat you silly, and that's not good enough for us. I don't know who taught you how to fight, but frankly, you had a very horrible teacher."
"Again, if you can," Leon commanded, this time, Bellamy went for a quick direct attack, springing straight at Leon. The next thing he knew, his back had hit the hard cliff face, tearing open the stitches and the wound once more. This time Leon had just cocked his fist back, sidestepped and punched sending Bellamy flying away. "The attack's too predictable. I can tell where you are coming from."
"Come and sit down here," Leon ordered, he sighed, "we're going to have to start with the basic theory of the Bane Bane no Mi, and basic hand-to-hand combat techniques. You're going to have to learn how to throw a proper punch." He began to go through basic unarmed combat manoeuvres.
"Shuurai Tekken[Lightning Strike Fist" Leon said, "It's about hitting fast and hitting hard. Pay attention to the first kata." He demonstrated the first movements of Shuurai Tekken as Bellamy watched on.
One week later, even though his physical injuries had mostly healed, and the wound on his back no longer reopened on exertion now a scar, Bellamy still felt useless at times. Sure, the constant exercise and learning did take his mind off things at times but still he did feel like he wasn't going forwards. It was perhaps Leon's constant taunts during training, or possibly the fact that his training of the Bane Bane no Mi powers was not going anywhere. And when he refused to follow orders, well, suffice to say that Leon's Drop Shot attack hurt, a lot.
Although, the week of intense physical training had increased his endurance, and muscle mass, it just made him a little more powerful, but nowhere near enough. "Rookie boy," another taunt after another miss. He was still much too slow. Bellamy rubbed the back of his aching head, with his left hand, as he sat on the ground, after being smashed into the cliff face for what seemed to be the twentieth time today. A small trickle of blood was running down his busted lip. He dusted himself off.
"Eh, I think it might be better cashing in on the fifty-five million Berry bounty on your head, Rookie Boy, and looking for someone else." That statement inflamed Bellamy; there was no way that he was not good enough to survive this. His ego wouldn't allow it. His ego wouldn't allow himself to be labelled as so weak, that taking the bounty on him would be seen as beneficial, instead of training him. He was not more trouble than he was worth. He had to succeed, no matter what to prove this Leon wrong.
"No way," he growled, angry. He shot another attack. "Still too slow," Leon said as he countered with 'backspin'. "No wonder Straw Hat took one punch to defeat your best attack. It's too predictable."
"Did you just hide behind Doflamingo's skirt to get that bounty of yours?" another oft repeated taunt that hit him hard because it was a half-truth. "Even he saw that you were just trash..." he felt something inside began to pump up and down, he was just so angry at everything. He launched forwards, releasing all the pent up energy. Next thing he knew, Leon was rubbing his jaw with his right hand. He had hit??
"Congratulations, Rookie boy, or should I say future Division Commander Bellamy," Leon said, "you worked my jaw round good," he continued to rub his jaw. "So what happened, you moved faster suddenly, not like before. Do you know what was happening?"
Bellamy scratched his head, looking up, wait, did he just call me by my name, and not 'Rookie Boy'? He thought. He paused and then began speaking, "well I was getting angry at your constant taunting, something inside was pumping up and down, and then I just launched forward. I don't know."
"Hmmm..." Leon thought out loud, "can you do it again?" He took up his fighting stance again. Bellamy tried to think about it, willing his inside to pump up and down. He felt himself build up internal energy, and then launched himself forwards. This time he moved even faster, almost too fast for the eye to follow.
Except that he didn't know how to stop yet, and smacked straight into the cliff wall, making a large dent. He fell backwards flat on his back. Leon rushed over to the cliff wall, as Bellamy sat up and rubbed his head. "Looks like you'll need to work on the control there."
"Yeah," Bellamy replied, still rubbing his aching head, "but I think I've worked it out what I'm supposed to do. I think I know how to control it." He smirked, the first time in a while he had smiled in any way and meant it.
Devil Fruit Explanation Corner:
Chikara Chikara no Mi/Force Force Fruit
User: Leon, the Avatar of Force
Type: Paramecia
Known Techniques:
Backspin (applying an equal and opposite force to stop incoming physical based attacks)
Drop Shot (applying downwards force in an overhead blow)
Kami Kami no Mi/Holy Holy Fruit
User: Mikel, the Angel of Light
Type: Paramecia
Known Techniques:
Heal Touch: Calling on the 'holy powers' Mikel applies a healing light to heal injuries
Bane Bane no Mi/Spring Spring Fruit
User: Bellamy, the Hyena
Type: Paramecia
Known Techniques:
Spring Snipe: (From Anime/Manga)
Spring Hopper: (From Anime/Manga)
Inner Spring: Instead of transforming the outer body into a spring, Bellamy can store up energy within his body by turning his internal organs (such as muscles) into springs. Furthermore, as each spring is compressed, more and more 'inner springs' can be added