A/N: Hey guys, welcome back! It's been a while, so thank you all for reading!

After some consideration, I have decided I'm going to move over to using PMs instead of replying in the main text of the story. Sorry if you are a guest reviewer, but it is honestly super easy to get an account, and doesn't cost any money.

Let's get into part two!

I don't own One Piece.


I sighed as I appreciated the soft fur I was lying on. Not only was it soft, there was a gentle rise and fall every time the gargantuan creature breathed, along with a pleasant warmth that its body produced. It was 100 times comfier than any bed, and with the added bonus of creatures not messing with me on account of my giant battlecat buddy that lets me sleep on his tummy.

While I could now tell Samson apart from the other Giant Leopards, I had no idea if he was the same one I encountered when I first visited the center valley. I liked to think he was, just for the sake of the enemies to friends vibes, but I wasn't really paying attention to the cat's spot pattern back then, so there was no way to know for sure.

I guess I should explain.

A little over six years ago, I started my training with Brandy.

The first year was definitely the hardest. The early days of my training resembled torture more than actual training, and I still shudder a little when I think back on them. I had already unlocked my observation haki, but she still insisted I be blindfolded and tied up while she beat the shit out of me with a practice sword. If I used my bio armor technique, or tried to wiggle free at all, she would beat me twice as hard. Each one of her hits was covered in Haki, just enough to sting like hell, but not quite enough to do permanent damage. With this level of unpleasant motivation, It was only a few days before I unlocked armament haki, and I still hated that it took that long.

Armament haki felt similar to observation, but different at the same time. They both felt just as connected to me as a body part, but while observation felt more like a third eye/ear that I had to mentally focus to use, armament felt more like a muscle that I had to flex, and when I first unlocked it, it was weak and got 'sore' when I used it too much. Brandy called it "armament soreness", and said that all beginners have it at first. You don't feel it in any one specific part of the body, but evenly across everything, and trust me, it blows fucking chunks.

Eventually, my body or my soul or whatever got strong enough to fuel it properly, and the soreness disappeared. After that, the training started in earnest, and actually got a little fun.

Brandy pointed out, and rightfully so, that my main major problem was consistency. I had to focus to activate observation, it gave me a headache to use it at full range, and turning it inward to properly use Seimei Kikan made me completely loose track of my surroundings.

Furthermore, my newly acquired armament wasn't much better. Similar to my observation haki, it was quite powerful even when I first awakened it. When I concentrated it in a single area, I could already slightly blacken a minuscule area on my body. While I wanted it increase its power further, Brandy was quick to shut me down.

Before I could work on the power of my haki, I had to be able to use it to her standard of 'basic' skill. For armament, this meant a constant even coating across my entire body. She would only teach me more if this became instinctual, and didn't falter even while I was asleep. According to her, this would increase the stability of my armament haki, and make it less energy intensive to blacken my attacks.

For observation, there were two standards I needed to reach. The first, was that I needed to have some level of observation haki active at all times, just like the standard for armament. It had to become just another sense, one that I used just as easily and consistently as I did my ears. The second standard she laid out, was that I had to be able to use Seimei Kikan without compromising my awareness of my surroundings.

I'll admit, it was that last one that tripped me up the longest. We had gone on camping trips deep into the island, which had allowed me to test my "constant vigilance" as it were, and it only took me a few months of hard work to achieve "skin level" of armament and "sense level" with observation. But Seimei Kikan was still giving me trouble.

I trained my body intensely, dragging Brandy along my obstacle route in a bit of constructive revenge, and managed to unlock several Rokushiki without the use of observation as a crutch. I had already more or less used tekkai in my fight with Brandy, so that had been first, followed by Kami-e. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to properly combine them into bio armor without using observation! Thinking that my level of seimei kikan wasn't advanced enough, I had continued trying to learn more of the Rokushiki, hoping that would cause a breakthrough. Soru was the easiest, as we had actually received an explanation on how it was performed in the manga. 'Kick the ground 10 times in a single instant.'

When I explained to Brandy what I was trying to do, she admitted that one of the advanced foot techniques of her father's swordsmanship required something similar. Judging it to be a widely used technique, and not something exclusive to her father's swordsmanship, she allowed me to use the training methods her dad outlined, which included using a weighted jump rope, light ankle weights, and a medium weight jacket. Not only did this train my feet and calves, the weighted jump rope also trained my wrists quite nicely. When it started getting easier, I wanted to increase the weight, but Brandy pointed out we were trying to build nimbleness and speed, not strength, so instead of increasing the weight, we should simply increase the speed and duration in which we did the exercise. This turned out to be the right call, and I unlocked soru within about a month, with Brandy managing it a few weeks later. After that, Brady was pretty open about freely teaching the footwork aspects of her/her father's sword technique to me, which helped immensely with my balance and distance control. Eventually, we were able to advance in Soru to the point that we could both perform it with a single leg, and use it near constantly in our spars, but that was a more recent development. Not wanting to tip off the government, I deliberately called the technique shunpo (flash step). Soru was one of the most common techniques for people to figure out on their own, so as long as we used a different name for it, hopefully we could squeak by if a marine ever called us out on it.

The next rokushiki technique I focused on was shigan. The reason I picked it was because while we didn't receive instructions on how to perform it in the main One Piece story, I remember Oda talking about it in an SBS. He more or less said it wasn't just about training a rokushiki user's fingers, but perfecting the angle at which they attacked, making sure it was perfectly straight with no wasted movement. I stubbed and jammed my fingers multiple times before I got it right, which sucked, but was worth it in the end. I ended up conditioning all of my fingers to have the strength necessary to use it, even inventing a 'hook' version using my thumb that attacked from the sides or below instead of the usual straight on.

When Brandy had questioned why I was doing this, I had pointed out that I needed some way to attack without using her sword technique, and she had looked pretty guilty at that. I didn't mind, and I told her so. One of her last promises to her father was that she would "Never sell the technique away, and only teach it to [her] children."

I pointed out that if you can't keep your word, how can you trust yourself, and she seemed thankful for my point of view. A deathbed promise to a parent wasn't something you could throw away like trash after all.

After I figured out the 'shigan hook' using my thumb, I realized something. While one of the scary parts of shigan is the small point the force is concentrated to, it isn't just that. I had forgotten his name over the years, but the big head zipper tooth guy had "thrown a punch with the principals of shigan" and it was just as strong as Franky's 'strong right' punch, which had been able to shatter the tekkai of lesser Rokushiki users.

While I could reasonably get away with using 'shunpo', piercing people with my finger was a bit too distinctive to explain away. So instead, I trained myself to use the principles of shigan in all of my strikes. I focused on nine avenues of attack. The fists, the elbows, the knees, the shins/feet, and the forehead. I had to be especially careful with the last one to avoid brain damage, but with the adaptability of a one piece body, I was eventually able to master that too. It got to the point where I would smash through the trunks of the trees I used for practice in a single blow, so I had to move on to boulders and steel. Taking a page out of Garp's book, I made sure to do this -without- haki, which Brandy was irritated by, but I made sure to reactivate it shortly after strike training. It wasn't sea stone, but it was hard all the same. I wondered if my kicks were stronger than Zeff's?

After the first ten months of training, most of which was spent more on Rokushiki rather than haki in an attempt to progress my skill in seimei kikan, I still wasn't able to activate bio armor or fast healing without using observation haki.

It was at this point that Brandy had drawn a line in the sand. I remember it like it was yesterday.


"Jasper. This isn't working." Brandy stared at me with an unyielding expression, which I had taken to calling her 'teacher eyes'.

"What do you mean?" I said, offended, "My control over my body has increased so much! I meditate every day, and I can almost get my hair to pick up a can! It doesn't have the strength or precision yet without cheating with observation, but the fact that I can move my hair at all should mean something!" At the end of my rant, a desperate tone had creeped into my voice.

"True." She admitted, "but you learned how to do that four months ago. You haven't progressed since then."

I was shocked into silence. It was true, but it still hurt.

"Look, I still can only do four out of the six techniques I told you about! Maybe once I figure out all of them I'll be able—"

"No." She interrupted. I was stunned. She continued. "I'm here to teach you haki. Not martial arts. I've been patient with you as it is, but any more is just a waste of time. Any body technique that sacrifices observation haki use is useless in combat. It's time you scrap it as a bad job, so your training can continue."

"Shut up!" I responded, and her eyes widened in surprise. I hardly ever talked back like that.

"What did you just say?!" Her cheeks flushed in anger. "I'm the trainer! What I say goes! If you don't like it, than you more than free to figure haki out yourself, and I won't waste anymore of my time waiting for you to push a square peg through a circle! I'm more than happy to part ways here! Is that what you want?!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I internally cursed my own weakness. "No. I don't want that." I said softly, furious at the fact that she was probably right.

Her gaze softened, and she looked super uncomfortable at the fact that I was crying. I cursed my weakness again, and desperately tried to wipe the tears away.

"Why…" she questioned softly, "Why do you care so much about this? Day in and day out you torture yourself, training in techniques you've only vaguely heard about, most of which you won't even be able to even use without the government wanting your head. Why is this so important?"

I scowled, not being able to answer. Every other technique I had learned so far was someone else's. The rokushiki, Brandy's footwork techniques, Haki… they were other people's. Techniques that were absolutely confirmed to exist, that I was able to learn just by ripping off the originals. But bio armor? That was mine. Sure, I suspected it might also be used by the Yonko, but that was pure speculation. I didn't know for sure if that was true. It was the only technique that I could claim for my own. I didn't want to give it up. There had to be some way for it to work.

"Look…" Brandy spoke, sitting down. I sat next to her, and she continued. "If it was that easy to combine Tekkai and Kabi-e together into a perfect technique, wouldn't people have done it already?"

I sniffed in irritation. "Kami-e" I corrected.

She rolled her eyes "Kami-e, whatever. listen to what I am saying, not how I am saying it. Sure you're a clever kid, but you're not exactly dr. Vegapunk. Obviously you proved it's technically possible, but there must be some reason why everyone isn't running around with bulletproof bodies harder than steel."

"Some people are." I argued.

She snorted in disbelief. "Oh yeah? Who?"

"The Yonko." I responded. Her eyes widened in shock. I continued. "I know for a fact Big Mom's legendary durability is conditional. She can lose it if she is in a disrupted state of mind. She just doesn't ever let her guard down."

The atmosphere changed. For the first time, my observation haki picked up on an emotion from Brandy I never had felt before. Fear.

"H-How do you know something like that? There's no way anyone could escape with that kind of information." Silence stretched for a few seconds. I didn't know how to answer. Brandy spoke again, "Is that where you are from? Are you one of... her children?"

The silence stretched on as I desperately thought of a way to respond. Finally, I decided on the truth, from a certain point of view. "She's no mother of mine. Lia is my mother. Besides, I am 100% certain Charlotte Linlin has no idea I exist. I can promise you that."

Brandy was staring at me with an open mouth, flabbergasted at my implication. "You are absolutely sure?" She asked fearfully. "She isn't looking for you? Not at all?"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not. There is literally no way she is aware of me or my existence on any level. I promise. Just… don't tell anyone anything about it. There is absolutely no relation between me and Big Mom. I'm not admitting to anything."

She gulped audibly. "Right. Yeah. Ok. Totally. Just speculation on my part. Doesn't mean anything." She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key. I felt kinda bad about misleading her like that, but if it lets me avoid talking about where I really come from, than it was worth it.

We sat in companionable silence for a while more.

Suddenly, I had a thought. "What if… it is impossible without observation haki?"

Brandy quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… what if trying to learn seimei kikan without the use of observation isn't the answer? What if… I just need to learn how to 'look' inward and outward at the same time?"

Back on familiar territory, Brandy relaxed significantly. "Interesting… it's worth a shot. What are you thinking? You activate bio armor while blindfolded and I just… train your observation haki up from scratch?" There was an evil glint in her eye, and she had a sweet smile on her face.

That was exactly what I had been thinking, but now I wasn't so sure. "Ummmm… No?" I tried.

"Ha!" She barked. "Meet me back here tomorrow, and bring the blindfold. I'll be blackening my practice sword of course…"

"What?!" I responded in terror. "Why do you have to blacken it?! Couldn't I just… let down my armament haki?"

She scowled furiously. "Hell no!" She pointed at my chest, "If someone attacks you, you defend! No exceptions! Haki is based on instinct, and instinct is highly influenced by habits! I won't have you pick up any bad ones! Besides, what good is knowing which way an attack is coming from if you force yourself not to defend from it? You'll never learn it that way, it's an exercise in futility!"

"Shit… yeah, ok." I responded lamely. She was totally right, there was nothing else to say.

She got up and dusted the dirt off her rear, and I realized I was staring and pointedly looked away before she noticed. Shit! I was not looking forward to going through puberty again.

Suddenly I realized what would happen tomorrow. Brandy, a gorgeous woman, was going tie me up, blindfold me, and beat the crap out of me, which I would be voluntarily subjecting myself to. I hope I don't develop any weird kinks from this…


I chuckled at the memory, and Samson the Death Leopard snuffled in his sleep at the noise.

Luckily, I hadn't developed any wild preferences. I seemed to forget that with the blindfold, I couldn't see how pretty she was, and the serious atmosphere of the training didn't allow any wandering thoughts.

Within two months, I was successfully able to expand the scope of my haki to observe my body and my surroundings at the same time. After a while, it eventually became effortless to maintain, and even now I could sense my cells flowing and working in sinc, my bio armor active, while at the same time I could track the birds above the canopy and feel Samsons powerful life force from under my back.

While my haki had reached the point where it was active with no ill effects even while I was sleeping, the same couldn't be said about my Bio Armor. I could technically fall asleep with it active, but it was so draining I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling like I was suffocating, my heart pounding like I had been running a marathon. It simply drained too much energy. Over the last six years, I had trained my body be able to maintain it all day, but I was forced to deactivate it at night so I could properly recover.

After that first year, which as I said before was by FAR the roughest of the six, we started doing a lot more sparring and practice that didn't involve me being tied up while Brandy beat the crap out of me.

I obviously knew that what I was doing was superhuman, but about a quarter of the way through year 2 it finally started to feel like I had superpowers. Between my Haki and my Bio Armor, there wasn't really anything that could hurt me on the edges of the island aside from Brandy. Training was fascinating, and the hard work was far more satisfying than it was painful. I actually started to enjoy training, rather than gritting my teeth through it to achieve a future goal.

When I finally went back to the center valley, it was… disappointing? Don't get me wrong, the stuff here could still kill me, I wasn't invincible after all, but… that oppressive feeling from the first time I'd been here was a thing of the past.


I hadn't been back in the center valley for very long at all before I was attacked by one of the leopards that lived here. It might have been the same from before, but I couldn't tell.

The attacks I had barely perceived before, now only seemed decently quick. Curious, I had allowed a paw to hit me. It sliced me up pretty decently, but I was able to quickly heal the injury. If that had hit me before, I would have been nothing but red mist, but now? It wasn't even a quarter as deep as the injuries Brandy gave me during our bet.

After that discovery, I had beat the crap out of the leopard who was attacking me. I guess I expected it to fight to the death, but after it realized I was strong it fled.

During my later visits, it would often challenge me, each time seemingly stronger, faster, and more skilled than it was before, but I beat it every time. After a few times of this, it surprised me by dropping a tree rat in front of me. When I didn't take it, it nosed the 'gift' toward me, and then laid down and pointedly looked away.

Well… tree rats were the size of large wolves. It -was- big enough to eat. More than big enough.

I made a fire, striking a stick against a flat rock so quickly it caught like a match. Lighting the tinder, I gutted, skinned, and cooked the tree rat. Not wanting to get too fancy, I roasted it whole on a spit.

It was surprisingly good, and after I had eaten my fill, I threw the rest to the Giant leopard, who had been drooling the whole time at the smell. It happily chomped it up in a single bite. Getting up, it padded silently back into the trees. I don't think it would ever be anyone's pet, but I think I just found a friend!

I think I'll call you… Samson!


Wile I gained strength and skill rapidly in the first two years, my rate of growth soon started slowing down. My rapid mastery of the basics of haki, plus my physical advantages, allowed me to beat Brandy in a serious spar at the beginning of the third year. She had been using a practice sword, and I shattered it to itty bitty wooden pieces. I was about the same height as her at that point, so she didn't even have the reach advantage without her sword. Through our spars she had progressed to the point where she could easily blacken her entire blade, but it wasn't enough. I could also easily blacken my entire arm up to mid bicep, and when haki is evenly matched, the stronger material wins. And my fist was much stronger than her bamboo practice sword.

Her first loss seemed to light a fire under her. She took a break to train for about a month, and when we returned to sparring, she used her real sword. Her skill was far more refined than before, and she was holding nothing back. In the end, she managed to catch me with what would be a deadly strike, but stopped just before it landed.

I cursed my stupid mistake that made this possible, and she had a beaming smile on her face.

After that, I was able to occasionally get a win on her, but the majority of our spars ended in her victory.

My super human bloodline meant my sheer physical ability was improving at a faster rate than Brandy's, which pushed her more desperately, which advanced her haki due to the desperate situation.

In the fifth year she had even figured out how to flow her armament haki through more than just her sword, continuing into her target, Me.

This was incredibly painful, and my haki finally was pushed to increase a bit, but only as fast as Brandy was getting stronger.

She kept winning, but month after month, it was clear who was more tired at the end of each spar. She would often be soaked with sweat and breathing hard, but I would barely have a damp forehead. Whenever she lost, it was because I overwhelmed her physically, but whenever I lost it was because I made a stupid mistake that she capitalized on.

Still, she won more times than not, and my technical skills were improving rapidly as she ruthlessly took advantage of my flaws, but I more often than not found myself… dissatisfied. For haki to grow, you had to be pushed to your limits, and that just… wasn't happening for me. Brandy was defensive, evasive, and graceful, but she didn't, couldn't push me in the same way I was pushing her. She wasn't aggressive or overwhelming or anything that would make me feel like the situation was desperate. We would start the fight, go through a few exchanges and then, all of a sudden, it was over, with a blade at my throat. Her father's fighting style was literally made for fighting physically dominating opponents, but she wouldn't be able to use it this well if she wasn't magnificent in her own right. While I was a physical monster, she was a technical monster. And every time I almost had her, when I thought I was finally about to overwhelm her, the desperate situation would help her unlock new depths of haki.

For instance, just last month, I had finally gotten my completely original 'cloud stomp' technique (Geppo) to the point I was confident of its extended use in combat. I had only ever practiced it in secret, hoping to surprise Brandy with the unparalleled mobility and get a definitive win. It was going great, but at the last second she just seemed to… slip out of the way.

Every strike, every attack, she reacted perfectly to before it should have been clear what I was doing. Before I even committed to an attack, she was already in the process of dodging it. It was unreal! It was almost like…

Fuck my life. Had she unlocked future sight?

Spoiler alert: she had.

I was livid inside, but smiled in congratulations.

After that, I no longer took a single match from her. Not for lack of trying, I just… couldn't.

She still retained her reach advantage because of her sword, but the difference was a lot less than it used to be. Last time I had measured I was 214 cm tall, and I only looked slightly younger than the character I made way back when. If I remember right, the adult height I picked was 220 cm, so I was almost there. I had a muscular but lean build, and I honestly felt super proud that I had a six pack and visible back muscles. My physical strength, speed, and stamina continued to increase, but it just… wasn't enough.

Future sight was a major boon to anyone, but for a technical genius like Brandy? It was almost completely unfair.

It was like… trying to fight nothing but the wind… and then you die.

Also, I haven't even been able to re-access my conquerors haki! I've tried, but it's not something you can unlock through training. We had talked about the brief moment I might have maybe used it during our bet, but since then? Nada. Nothing was able to push me hard enough since then. And even though Brandy always wins, I know she isn't actually ever going to kill me, so there's no pressure or fear.

I'm a big fat frog in a teeny tiney pond, and I am fucking feeling it.

Good match Jasper! You almost had me that time! That was great! Your skills are improving for sure so keep at it! Pay attention to your footwork Jasper! Don't worry about Haki power, skill is what matters! Good match Jasper! Great match Jasper! Great match! That was fun! Wow you really pushed me today! Seeing the future is such a wonderful feeling! Great match! There's nothing like it! Great match Jasper! Great Match! Great match! Great match! Great match! Great match!

HHHGGGFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAHCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHITFUCKINGDAMNIIIIIIIT!

Hah. Hah.

Yikes… almost lost my cool there.

Breath in… breath out…

Ok… So maybe I'm just a liiittle bit salty.

It's just… my haki hadn't grown in any significant way since year three. And hers… hers had grown leaps and bounds more powerful. Wasn't she supposed to be teaching me haki?

Hhhhuuugghhh. I should be grateful. My skills are improving. She takes time out of her day, just to help me train my fighting skills. I learn something new and valuable with every loss.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm rock and she's paper. I'm sick of losing without ever getting the chance to really fight. Y'know?

At some point I'm going to come up against a scissors, whatever that looks like, and when I do it's going to be fucking amazing.

It was only a month before my seventeenth birthday. As was tradition, I would set out, and honestly? As much as I love the people here, I couldn't fucking wait to have my own adventure.

"Hey Jasper! I thought you'd be here!"

I looked over at Brandy, who had come to the center valley with Jack. Jack had sometimes attended our training, and could reliably perform Tekkai and Soru. He had access to basic observation and armament, but his range wasn't great and he didn't have enough power to blacken anything yet. Still, he was probably more powerful than like 99.9% of everyone in North blue just with that, so I guess it was pretty impressive. He didn't attend all of our training sessions, but he was a great swimmer, hanging with us when we did laps around the island.

"Hey guys. Sorry for running off." I answered, hopping off of Samson's belly.

"Yeah, that really isn't like you." Brandy said with a smile, good humor in her eyes. "What's wrong, was the thousandth loss finally too much?"

I forced a smile on my face. "Heheh, nope! I learn something new every time! So valuable!"

Brandy's brow furrowed, perplexed. Ugh. What did she expect? A laugh? It wasn't funny. I'm not salty.

"Hey, let's get outta here before same thing munches Jack." I deflected.

"Ha! Fuck you Jasper, I'm the strongest craftsman on this island!" He said with a shit eating grin

I smiled at the Banter, "Craftsman huh? Gotta narrow the field somehow I guess. Hey, if I carve a figure out of wood real quick does that mean I'll surpass you?"

We all used 'shunpo' and blasted off towards Hogton. Jack fell behind a bit, but Brandy and I slowed a bit for him.

"It takes more than whittling to be a craftsman! It's a time honored art that requires years of practice!"

"Huh. That's awfully convenient."

" Shut up, broom headed shit bag!" Jack cleverly responded

"Make make me, dumbass shorty!" I responded with equal maturity.

We flipped each other off at the same time as we ran, grins on our faces.

Brandy rolled her eyes, but smiled. "I swear you two are intelligent when you're separated. I'm not sure why this happens when you're together."

As we hurdled through the trees, Jack and Brandy pulled up beside each other and held hands, Brandy's new ring glinting on her left hand. After all this time they had finally tied the knot, and I couldn't be happier for them.

I sighed. I was basically in limbo as far as romance went. There were three groups of women on this island. The first were the ones who still thought of me as a demon, and were therefore terrified of me/hated my guts. Obviously that doesn't work.

The second group consisted of Lia's friends, who still thought of me as a cute little kid nearly all grown up, so that was a bust too.

The third group were girls that were the same physical age as me. The only problem was, I had watched each and every one grow up from the perspective of an adult, so it was super groady to even think about. The age of adulthood here was technically 17, and a few of the girls here were over that, Risa included, but it still wasn't something I could get over.

Cinna had asked me out on a date, and I had accepted out of politeness, but I just couldn't erase all the years of memories I had of her being a little kid. I had told her at the end of the date I wasn't looking for a relationship right now, and she seemed to accept that, but Louis was pretty cold to me the next couple days, so she might have taken it harder than I thought. I'm not sure. Risa seemed happy about that outcome, but any reservations I had about Cinna went double for her.

Honestly? My seventeenth birthday couldn't come soon enough. Lia had planned a visit to the Capital in celebration, as I was one of the only kids left who hadn't gotten adopted, and after that it was smooth sailing for the grand line. I still had around four years before canon popped off, and I planned to live my life to the fullest.

As I separated from Brandy and Jack I headed towards my shelter, which was now a good sized cabin with proper facilities. When I arrived, there was a News Coo waiting on the porch railing, squawking for his pay. I gave him the proper amount, and he flew off, leaving the paper.

As I flipped open to the local news section, my eyes widened in shock.

CELESTIAL DRAGON SAINT EADRICH TO VISIT TYPHRON KINGDOM CAPITAL CITY

Skimming over the article, the timing for the visit lined up with when we would be there. I took a few calming breaths. It would be fine. As long as we avoided being seen by him, we could still have a fun time. Just avoid the royal scumbag and have fun at the festival they would no doubt throw in his honor. There was no need to worry.

Everything would be fine.


A/N: It's good to be back! Sorry for the long wait, I'll try not to mess with the order I post my different stories from here on out.

Jasper is looking forward to the future with confidence! He has gotten pretty ridiculously strong, but doesn't really appreciate just how strong because he keeps losing to Brandy.

Hope you all like my story, reviews motivate me! I can't tell you how excited I am to properly get into the meat of this fanfic! Finally the summary will actually apply!

See you next time!