With a groan I fell down into my seat while my tablet filled with food clattered onto the table I had sat down at, though I couldn't really care less as the condition of my body hovered at the forefront of my mind, no matter how fast I was healing.
Lockhard had been fucking brutal in his training once again and it took all my willpower to not start moaning, groaning and bitching about the whole thing while not even moving an inch from where I sat at the table. Did I mention that my body hurt all over?
With another grunt I heaved up my wrist, which had quite the colouration now that I thought about it and began to eat my lunch. Luckily, lunch was pretty good in this institution so I was always looking forwards to it. Today we had a mix of noodles with meatballs, salad and yoghurt as desert. Pretty good, not gonna lie.
While I marvelled at the variety of the food provided to us I began to scan through the mess hall and took in the other children training here. First of all, there was the group that had left us yesterday morning and joined the other guy Brick-what's-his-face. They looked rather well of and obviously hadn't been put through a training regime like I had. Not much surprise on that front.
Turning my head slightly into the other direction I found the group that was training the Kami-e as their first technique. It seems like they had split of into two groups as well by the looks of it as some seemed to look more chipper than others.
And yet, not even the main group, still training to become higher ranked agents, looked as half dead as Bruno and I do. 'I wonder how they are training…They must train just as hard as us but have a different focus. Evasive control perhaps? Coupled with a lot of stretching and training of their muscles that could be a pretty neat training program…'
Still, I believe I've chosen correctly. Not because of the technique per se but more so because of the mental component Bruno and I were being drilled in while training the Tekkai. I know that it would be impossible to always dodge an attack so I was glad I learned early on, while still young, to tank and endure a hit that was imminent. It would, no doubt, come in handy in the future.
I was ripped out of my thoughts though by another tablet clattering down next to me on the table and an equally groaned exclamation of pain and pleasure at finally being able to sit and just eat without expecting to get hit in the next few seconds.
"You look like shit, you know." I said with a straight face towards Bruno who only raised his eyebrow in response, triggering the laugh that had threatened to escape my lips once I had first opened them to spite the little shit next to me.
We both doubled over, though our laughter soon mutated into a mix of laughter and hissing from the pain our laughing caused us. Just. Splendid.
Once we had calmed down we both dug into our food once more. While my tongue kept on marvelling at the food on top of it my mind kept on contemplating the mystery of Haki that Lockhard had disclosed. I knew I had heard of it before but I wasn't all that sure what it had been. My mind kept on getting foggier and darker whenever I tried to remember my past, something I really didn't like. In fact, it scared the fuck out of me!
Would I one day remember nothing of my previous life? Would I only remember small parts? Would I still remember lessons that I had learned throughout my life? Because if not, then wouldn't I become a completely different person all together?
My believe had always been that every person was born with a certain disposition when it comes to their character, depending on how their brain was wired. Though, that was only the starting point as life itself shaped and nurtured us into who we are today. Thus my question, what happens to the "me" of now once all that I was and learned disappears? Fucking scary, I tell you!
So yesterday evening I had sat down and begun writing down all that I could remember and deemed important from my past life. More so the personal stuff than the things about this world.
Yes, I know. Not my smartest move but what can I say. Humans are emotional creatures and I am one of them and not some robot!
Once I was done with the most important things about me, my family and my life I continued with the things I knew about this world. Not much came out of my pen, really.
I remember a few things about devilfruits, and a general line of the plot the manga had followed. From that plotline I remember Sky-island and that desert-island with the sandman, whatever he was called. I hope I'm not forgetting anything but my memory has begun to blur so much that I might as well have forgotten some things I still remembered two days ago!
I really should have done this as soon as I woke up in this world but what can I say. I was a fucking emotional mess at that point and not really in any state, shape or form to do anything but vent in the form of training myself to the bone.
Anyway, I would now read that list every evening in the hopes to keep my memories from fading but I unconsciously knew that to be a futile effort. Still, I kept on clinging to the hope that I would not forget, and I would continue to do so until it was over and done with.
"What happened to you guys?! You look like you've fallen down the redline!" A high voice, female probably, exclaimed from our front, ripping me out of my thoughts about the past, fading memories and all that negativity I had fallen into once again.
Looking up my eyes though found nothing, so I turned them down slightly and had to crane my neck in order to see to whom the two blond and bouncing pigtails belonged. They belonged to a girl, a midget really, who wasn't even tall enough to look over to tables edge and looked at me with big round eyes, curiosity sparkling like moonlight inside of them. Falling back into my chair with a groan I motioned with my fork for Bruno to take this one. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with a curious grade school girl, though from the groan of Bruno at my motioning, he wasn't either. With a grin on my face I returned back to my meal. Life can be good sometimes indeed.