Nate awoke beneath the soft canopy of trees that stretched like ancient arms over the island's shore. The salty breeze carried the distant cries of seagulls and the steady crash of waves against the rocky coast. The Devil Fruit's bitter aftertaste lingered on his tongue, an ever-present reminder of the immense power now coursing through his veins. Along with it, the Goddess's blessings resonated deep within him—an innate aptitude for all three types of Haki pulsing quietly beneath his skin.Curiosity urged him forward, and as he explored the island, he soon found a modest tavern that bustled with evening patrons. It was there that trouble found him—rough bandits burst in, their eyes gleaming with malice, hungry for easy prey. Fear gnawed at Nate's chest, but something else stirred—an unseen force gathered as he instinctively moved, summoning magnetic fields to subtly bend their weapons away.Before the bandits could react, a figure stepped through the doorway—a man whose presence commanded respect and silence. Roronoa Arashi, a swordsman as powerful as the ocean's storm, took charge. With a calm but formidable display of Armament Haki, he disarmed and subdued the attackers with effortless grace. Nate's eyes widened, recognizing the raw strength and mastery in Arashi's movements.After the commotion, Nate approached, his voice barely steady. "Please... teach me. I want to be your student."Nate begged him throughly arashi disagreed at firsr seeing his potential he saw
Arashi regarded him with a piercing gaze, then nodded. "Very well. Come with me."At Arashi's home, Nate met a lively four-year-old boy named Zoro, the future legendary swordsman. Arashi confided in Nate that fate had allotted him but four years to live. Determined, Nate embraced his new path—training rigorously with Arashi during the days, sharpening his swordsmanship as arashi taught him his special techniques and elite swordsmanship while honing his Devil Fruit ability to manipulate metal and fly like a puppet master controlling unseen strings. He practiced awakening and wielding his Conqueror's Haki, fostering an indomitable spirit. In parallel, the bond with young Zoro deepened, as the two boys grew close like brothers.With each passing year, Nate's skills solidified. By fifteen, he understood his master's time was near its end, and that 7 year old Zoro would soon be fatherless. To preserve the timeline and protect the legacy, Nate made a heartfelt farewell and left the island aboard a commercial ship bound for G-5. Resolving to join the Navy for now, he carried a heavy heart but fierce determination, knowing the battles ahead would require everything he had learned.Though sadness shadowed his departure, Nate's eyes held the fire of a man destined to carve his own legend in the unpredictable seas of the new world.