7 Oh ship, we’re sailing
*10 years later, unknown forest on an unknown island*
*HUFF* *HUFF*
Ten years. A decade carved into the landscape of this unforgiving jungle. The man stood tall, his back a proud arch against the verdant backdrop. He exhaled slowly, a plume of air escaping his nostrils like smoke from a dying fire. Every line of his physique spoke a story of grueling survival and honed power.
His form was a masterful blend of lean muscle and raw strength. Broad shoulders, like weathered granite, hinted at unwavering fortitude. Beneath, toned arms, sinewy and corded, promised both devastating blows and surprising agility.
His chest, a sculpted testament to years of relentless training, hinted at an unyielding spirit housed within. Chiseled abs, ridged and defined, spoke volumes about the relentless pursuit of peak physical condition. Power flowed through his sturdy legs, the foundation upon which his agility was built. Each step promised a blur of controlled movement, a predator stalking its prey with deadly precision.
A chuckle escaped his lips, a low rumble tinged with amusement. "Ten years, huh? Haven't seen anything more sophisticated than jungle brutes in that time. Used to scare the pants off me, back in the day. Now? They're just my furry little sparring partners." A glint of something dangerous flickered in his eyes, a hint of the predator lurking beneath the surface. This jungle, once a prison, had become his domain, and he, its master.
'System, show me my status.'
[Sure, Host.]
[Status:
Name: Kasper
Race: Human
Age: 16
Devil Fruit: Kowasu Kowasu No Mi
Body, Mind, Soul: ∞ Unable to define due to in-born skill
In-born Talents: Limitless Evolution/Adaptation, Increased Training Speed (10,000% Boost), World Knowledge,
Skills:
- Primal Instinct: Forged through years of relentless battles, this skill grants an innate understanding of Self-Movement. Each part of the body possesses the ability to act and react independently, resulting in vastly enhanced reaction speed.
- Martial Arts: Combination of multiple master arts masteries. Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, Renewal Taekwondo, Taijutsu
- Weapons Master: Swordsmanship ]
"Not bad, kid," Kasper muttered, stretching his well-honed muscles with a groan of satisfaction. Ten years in this jungle hellhole had sculpted him into a formidable weapon. His focus had been pure pragmatism – refining his body and mastering the art of combat. The results were undeniably impressive.
He hadn't delved deep into the stranger aspects of his abilities yet – the adaptability, the potential for something more. But that was a project for the open seas, a playground far grander than this overgrown prison.
Kasper weaved through the dense foliage with the ease of a native, his movements as silent and fluid as a jungle cat. He knew every creaky branch, every concealed hollow, every rustle in the undergrowth. His senses, honed to a razor's edge, picked up the subtlest vibrations on the forest floor, the whisper of leaves disturbed by unseen creatures.
Occasionally, he'd pause, his dark eyes scanning the vibrant tapestry of green. With practiced efficiency, he disposed of any stray animals that crossed his path, their succulent flesh enriching his evening meal.
Tonight, his feast was fit for a jungle king. A mountain of roasted meat, the spoils of his hunt, lay piled beside a bowl of vibrantly colored leaves he'd identified as surprisingly edible. He was about to take a bite when a tremor, subtle but unmistakable, ran through the island.
A glint of excitement sparked in Kasper's eyes, a devilish grin stretching across his face. "Finally! After all these years stuck in this backwater, some proper entertainment!" His voice dripped with amusement. "Looks like a rowdy bunch of pirates decided to drop anchor. Well, seems it's time for me to claim my complimentary boat ride out of here."
A plan, sharp and cunning, already began to form in his mind. Ten years in isolation had honed his skills, but the real adventure, the one he craved, awaited on the open seas. And these pirates, unwittingly, were about to hand him his ticket.
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*POV - Pirates landing on the shore*
"Looks like we stumbled upon a deserted paradise, boys!" a pirate, seemingly already intoxicated with excitement, exclaimed.
Cheers erupted from the group of men as the pirate captain, adorned with his iconic hat, pistol holstered at his right hip, and sword gripped firmly in his left hand, bellowed his command. "Bring out the booze and the women! Daddy needs some fun to unwind. Chop chop!" he declared, setting the tone for their raucous celebration.
Amidst the cacophony of yelling and excitement, one of the lower-ranking pirates descended below deck into a room that bore the scars of neglect and filth. "Get up, the Captain wants his meal... if you catch my drift. Heheheh," he leered, facing a young woman cowering in the corner, her hands bound and mouth gagged.
With a cruel grip on her hair, the pirate dragged the woman out of the room and onto the deck, his grasp tightening as they made their way towards the shore. Roughly throwing her in the direction of their captain, he displayed no remorse for his actions, only a callous disregard for the woman's well-being.
"Hehe, you're a young one, aren't ya? Lucky for us, we spotted your little transport ship. Shame about everyone else having to bite the dust. Your folks sure seemed to care about you... and now they're taking a nice long swim at the bottom of the ocean!" he jeered, spittle flying from his mouth with each cruel word.
He yanked the cloth binding her mouth, hoping for words of defeat, but as soon as it was removed, she spat defiantly in his face.
"Fuck off, you disgusting pile of shit!" she retorted, her defiance unbroken despite the dire circumstances.
*SLAP*
The captain's cruel smirk vanished. He may have ordered the woman released on a whim, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten his usual "entertainment." "Looks like we've got a feisty one here," he sneered, his lecherous gaze drilling into her with predatory intent. "Well, time to have some fun."
Before he could take another step, a voice boomed from deep within the forest, its tone dripping with ominous authority. "Hmm... and who gave you permission to have fun on my island?"
Caught in a moment of shock and bewilderment, the Captain's voice trembled as he bellowed, "Who?!"
Footsteps, echoing through the silence of the island, grew louder with each passing moment. All eyes turned towards the darkness of the forest until the captain caught sight of the figure emerging from the shadows.
Standing at roughly 2 meters tall, muscles rippling beneath a tight black shirt, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the very soul, the newcomer exuded a confident stride and a predatory aura. He wasn't a giant mythical beast, but he commanded a presence that made the pirates instinctively shrink back.
"Me," he declared with a commanding presence, sending a shiver down the captain's spine.
The captain, taken aback by the overwhelming aura emanating from what appeared to be a mere man, or perhaps a boy, felt his bravado waver. "Who are you? No one is supposed to be living on this island. No one ever returns. Everyone knows that!"
A dangerous glint flickered in the newcomer's eyes. "Yes, indeed. My little pets can be quite temperamental, especially when they miss their weekly beatings," he declared, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
"Now, whether you're ready or not, here I come!" His voice dripped with dominance, leaving the pirates wondering if they'd stumbled upon a new kind of monstrous inhabitant on this accursed island.
