A/N: I don't own One Piece. God Oda does. Brilliant. Please Read the Manga. Truly awesome stuff going on.
6 Months Later
Central
The dense jungle of the Island of Beasts enveloped me in an emerald embrace, a sprawling labyrinth of towering trees and twisted vines. The air hung heavy with humidity, and the cacophony of wildlife echoed through the verdant canopy. As I ventured deeper into the heart of this untamed wilderness, I couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant life that thrived in this primal sanctuary.
Yet, beneath the surface beauty, a growing sense of unease gnawed at my gut. The jungle, with its towering giants and relentless undergrowth, seemed to close in around me. Every rustle of leaves, every distant growl, sent shivers down my spine. I knew that I was not alone in this wilderness.
As I cautiously pushed forward, the terrain grew more treacherous. The uneven ground was littered with roots and vines, and the thick foliage threatened to obscure my path entirely.
It was then that I stumbled upon a clearing, a place where the canopy above gave way to a patch of golden sunlight. At its center stood a figure that dwarfed even the largest trees.
My breath caught as I beheld the awe-inspiring presence of King Kong. He was a colossal titan, his fur a deep, rich brown that seemed to absorb the very essence of the jungle. His eyes burned with a fierce intelligence that sent a shiver down my spine.Kong's chest rumbled with a deep, resonant growl as he regarded me, a mere intruder in his domain, with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
"This can't be real," I thought, awe and trepidation warring within me. This was the legendary King of the Beasts, a creature of myth and legend. I had heard tales of his incredible strength and ferocity in my old world, but seeing him in the flesh was a humbling experience.
For a timeless moment, neither of us moved. It was as if the very fabric of time had frozen in the presence of this ancient giant. The only sound that permeated the stillness was the slow, rhythmic beat of Kong's heart. Then, with a sudden, earth-shattering roar that shattered the tranquility, the great ape launched himself toward me.
Panic surged through me, and my training kicked in. With a split-second decision, I activated Soru, my body becoming a blur of motion. I narrowly evaded Kong's massive fist as it crashed into the ground, creating a shockwave that rustled the surrounding foliage. The force of his strike was astonishing, and it served as a stark reminder that this was a battle unlike any I had ever faced
As I moved with the speed of Soru, I couldn't help but marvel at Kong's agility despite his massive size. He was a predator, his movements calculated and precise. Each swing of his colossal fists was a deadly threat, and I knew that I had to rely on every ounce of my newfound strength and agility to survive.
"Stay focused," I whispered to myself, the sound of my racing heart the only response. The battle was joined, and there was no turning back. With a burst of energy, I activated Geppou, propelling myself into the air with graceful finesse. It was a moment of weightlessness, of soaring above the chaos below.
From my elevated vantage point, I had a clearer view of the jungle and the battle that raged within it. Kong roared in frustration, his massive arms swiping at the empty air where I had once stood. With a calculated descent, I delivered a powerful blow to his exposed flank, using the principles of Kami-E to become as fluid as water, slipping through his defenses.
The impact of my strike sent tremors through Kong's body, and he bellowed in pain. But this was no ordinary opponent. Kong's fury was unrelenting, his massive fists a relentless storm of destruction. He swung with the precision of a seasoned fighter, forcing me to rely on Kami-E to evade the devastating strikes that would have ended me.
The battle was a chaotic dance, a test of agility, strength, and sheer willpower. With every punch and kick, I could feel the weight of Kong's incredible strength. It was a struggle of titanic proportions, a battle that pushed me to the limits of my abilities. But I refused to yield. My every move was calculated, each strike precise and relentless.
"I can do this," I thought, summoning every ounce of determination within me. It was a fight for survival, and I was determined to prove myself in this untamed realm. Kong's fury was undiminished, and he swung his massive fists at me with renewed determination.
With each dodge and counterattack, I could feel my energy waning, my body battered and bruised. Yet, I couldn't give in to the pain. The stakes were too high, and my survival depended on my ability to endure. At times, I relied on Tekkai to harden my body, the shock-absorbing properties of the technique allowing me to withstand Kong's devastating blows
"This is it," I thought, my inner voice a whisper of defiance. The battle with Kong was a test of wills, a clash of two beings determined to prove their dominance in this untamed realm. As the battle reached its climax, I knew that only one of us would emerge as the true King of the Island.
Kong's fury was relentless, but so was my determination. I unleashed Rankyaku, sending razor-sharp air blades slicing through the jungle air. The attacks scored deep gashes in Kong's fur, drawing roars of pain from the great ape. But he fought on, his resilience a testament to his indomitable spirit.
In a final, desperate gambit, I launched a barrage of Rankyaku strikes, the air blades slicing through the very fabric of reality. Kong howled in agony as the attacks found their mark, his massive form staggering under the relentless assault. Yet, he was not defeated, not yet.
With a deafening roar that shook the very jungle around us, Kong delivered a devastating blow that sent me hurtling through the air. I crashed into the dense undergrowth, the impact stealing my breath. Pain seared through my body, and for a moment, the world around me blurred into a haze of agony.
"Get up," I thought, my inner voice a whisper of defiance. I couldn't let this battle end in defeat. With every ounce of strength left in me, I pushed myself to my feet, my body battered and bruised, bleeding heavily but my will unbroken.
Kong approached with a determined glint in his eyes, his massive fists raised for the final strike. But I was ready. With a surge of power, I activated Geppou, propelling myself into the air once more. I soared above Kong's reach, my body a blur of motion as I unleashed a final, devastating Rokuogan.
I screamed while delivering the blow, my arms heavy with the mighty strength of the technique.
The devastating blow from the technique passed through Kong's massive defenses, and he roared in agony. For a moment, it seemed as though victory was within my grasp. But as the dust and debris settled, the jungle's mighty guardian still stood, battered and bloodied, but unbroken. Kong's defiant growl reverberated through the clearing, a testament to his unwavering resilience.
I descended from the sky, landing on the uneven ground with a sense of weary determination. The battle had taken its toll, and I could feel the aches and pains radiating through every fiber of my being. My body was a canvas of bruises and cuts, my energy reserves depleted. Yet, the glint of defiance in Kong's eyes mirrored my own.
"This can't go on," I thought, a cold realization settling over me. As formidable as I had become, King Kong was a force of nature, a living embodiment of this primal island. The battle had reached its inevitable conclusion, and I could no longer deny the truth. I had been defeated.
Kong's massive fists descended, a final strike that would have meant the end.
Move you idiot even as I thought that my body refused to move...
Is this how it ends?...
I am not even out of the Island yet.. FuckFuckFuck MOVE!!!!!!!
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But instead of the crushing blow I expected, Kong stopped just short of delivering the fatal blow. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a depth of understanding that defied all logic.
In that moment, I realized that this was not a battle for dominance, but a test of character. Kong, the King of the Island, had recognized something within me—an indomitable spirit, a determination to survive and thrive in the face of insurmountable odds. In his own way, he had acknowledged my strength and tenacity.
With a final, solemn nod, Kong turned and retreated into the depths of the jungle, his massive form disappearing into the emerald expanse. The battle had ended, but the respect between adversaries lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the fierce clash of titans that had taken place.
I stood in the clearing, battered and bruised, but with a newfound sense of purpose. The jungle around me was alive with the sounds of life and movement, as if the very essence of the island itself had borne witness to the battle. I knew that I had been granted a rare opportunity—a chance to continue my exploration of this enigmatic realm.
The battle with King Kong had tested me in ways I could never have imagined, pushing me to the brink of my abilities. Yet, it had also revealed the strength of the human spirit, the indomitable will to overcome even the most formidable adversaries. With every step I took deeper into the heart of the jungle, I embraced the unknown with a sense of exhilaration and wonder.
This is the Willpower I need to be strong...
1 Month Later
The kraken has been sinking ships for centuries and never met any decent resistance. The largest mammal on Earth is the blue whale, which is no more than a pet goldfish for the kraken. Even a megalodon could easily lose to the tentacled beast in battle.
The small boat creaked and groaned as it fought against the relentless grip of the frigid North Pole waters.The unforgiving sea stretched out in all directions, an endless expanse of desolation, and the eerie silence was shattered by the telltale signs of impending doom—a colossal tentacle rising from the depths. It was a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, every heartbeat echoing with the ominous presence of the Kraken. Its colossal tentacles emerged from the abyssal depths, their serpentine forms reaching out with deadly intent. Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to overwhelm me, but there was no room for fear. I had to fight, or I would die.
Its been a month since I fought the King Kong and every moment since then has been me honing myself to perfection. I has this incredible body as a gift and my will has been found lacking by the King Kong. Slowly but Surely I was tempering my Will.
I can't die here.
With white-knuckled determination, I tightened my grip on the hilt of my blade. My fingers tingled with a mixture of dread and adrenaline as I lunged at the first oncoming tentacle. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I thought about the enormity of the beast before me. Panic coursed through my veins, but I couldn't afford to falter. My first strike was a desperate, frenzied attempt to stave off the inevitable.
"God, please let this work," I thought, the prayer offering a brief respite from the terror that threatened to consume me. My blade found its mark with a sickening squelch, slicing through slimy flesh. Inky blood erupted in a grotesque display, staining the sea in ominous hues. It was a small victory in the face of an overwhelming adversary.
The Kraken's roars shattered the eerie silence, a symphony of primal fury. Panic surged anew as I barely evaded the next tentacle's deadly sweep. Each brush with those colossal appendages was a terrifying dance on the edge of oblivion. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart a relentless drumbeat of fear.
"Think, dammit, think!" I berated myself, struggling to regain my composure. It was a life-or-death struggle, and I had to find a way to survive. Desperation and determination waged a fierce battle in my mind as I dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the Kraken's relentless onslaught.
In a desperate bid for an advantage, I called upon the training I had received in Geppou. "Geppou!" I commanded mentally, my body responding with a burst of power. In an instant, I was airborne, defying the laws of gravity. The world spun around me, a dizzying blur of sea and sky. From this new vantage point, I struck with renewed ferocity, each blow a calculated attempt to weaken the Kraken's defenses.
Panic remained a persistent presence, its grip unyielding. The Kraken's tentacles closed in, a relentless barrage that threatened to crush bone and spirit alike. My breathing was ragged, and my thoughts were a frantic jumble of fear and determination.
"Stay sharp! Focus!" I scolded myself, my inner thoughts a mantra to stave off despair. The Kraken's enraged roars were deafening, and my vision blurred with the sting of saltwater and exhaustion. I could feel the fatigue setting in, but there was no room for weakness.
Summoning every ounce of strength left in my battered body, I unleashed a whirlwind of blows, my blade moving like a blur. The Kraken howled in agony, its tentacles thrashing wildly in response. I could feel my own wounds, each one a painful reminder of the perilous dance I was engaged in. Blood mingled with the inky depths of the sea, a macabre testament to the ferocity of our battle.
"No more!" I thought with grim determination. The decision was clear, even if it tasted bitter on my tongue. "Retreat!" I mentally cursed, my resolve tested to its limits. With a bitter curse that echoed in the depths of my soul, I abandoned my boat, plunging into the icy abyss and swimming for dear life.
The Kraken's enraged cries grew fainter as I struggled to put distance between us. Panic still clung to me like a relentless shadow, but survival was my sole purpose. Stroke after agonizing stroke, I propelled myself through the unforgiving waters, each one a testament to my unyielding determination. In the back of my mind, I clung to the desperate hope of escaping the clutches of this ancient terror.
The sea seemed to stretch on endlessly, its icy embrace a constant reminder of the peril I had narrowly escaped. My breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a painful reminder of my physical and mental exhaustion. The Kraken had tested me in ways I couldn't have imagined, pushing me to the brink of despair.
As the distant roars of the Kraken faded into the icy silence, a profound sense of relief washed over me. I was battered and bruised, my body a canvas of pain, but I was alive. The North Pole's unforgiving waters had become my sanctuary, a place of refuge from the ancient terror that lurked beneath the waves.
I couldn't even do what Post Timeskip Luffy could easily. It was a good fight but my battered state indicated my helplessness.
Its not enough... I need to truly train myself better. As I swam full of thoughts I missed the lights from front and was truly unprepared for what followed next.
What followed will change my life in ways I couldn't have imagined ever.
A/N: ABSOLUTELY small cliffhanger...I have been going slow to show realistic growth..The MC hasn't tried any power play because he was stuck till now. As we all know without true life threat nobody grows in One Piece. Keep in mind its all from his perspective. So its not always gonna be true.so he might think that he's performing Rokushiki as good as Rob Lucci but he's not even close yet. Rob Lucci had training from very young age and a Zoan fruit. MC has Heavenly Body but no official training. Its all reverse engineering. Next chapter will finally reveal where in timeline he is.
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