CHAPTER 2 — THE MONSTER AWAKENS
Five years had passed.
The world had moved on, unaware of the small anomaly that had grown in the outskirts of Windmill Village. Time flowed normally for everyone else, but for me, it had been nothing short of accelerated: every breath, every movement, every moment of exertion had been magnified a hundredfold
by my monstrous body and inhuman drive.
I was six years old now. But appearances were misleading. My muscles had the density and definition of a seasoned adult. My reflexes were razor-sharp. My mind, shaped in the void of another life, had no patience for childish games or idle chatter. I moved, I learned, I trained—constantly, relentlessly.
THE OLD MAN'S END
Eldon had been my anchor. The one human connection in a world that barely recognized my existence. But even anchors rust and snap.
One morning, I found him cold, slumped against the doorway, a simple smile frozen on his lips. No illness. No struggle. Just gone.
I felt… nothing.
Only the awareness that survival was mine to command. That pain, loss, and death were irrelevant unless they became tools.
I dragged his body outside and buried him myself. With my hands. In minutes.
Life demanded continuation. Weakness was a liability I could not afford.
SABO AND ACE
I was still young when Sabo and Ace appeared in my life. The world was cruelly interconnected. Bandits had been harassing nearby settlements. I watched from the shadows. Observed. Calculated.
The first time I interacted with them, I saved Sabo from a swinging blade by an enraged bandit. Not out of kindness, not out of curiosity—pure calculation. Weaklings are liabilities. Protecting them was optional, but keeping potential allies alive was tactical.
Ace and Sabo were strong. That mattered. Their presence, useful. Luffy would appear a year later, shrieking and laughing in his childish recklessness.
I took note of all three, cataloging patterns, predicting reactions. But I did not bond. I did not play. I was a predator among them, cold and detached, shaping myself for what I alone could become.
MONSTROUS PHYSICAL TRAINING
The extra arm had manifested early this year—one new appendage extending from my back, functional and muscular. One arm. Not two. Enough.
I trained it with precision.
I grasped one sword in each hand and began to fight shadows and air alike,
learning coordination. Then, the new arm joined. Three swords simultaneously, one in each hand. Each strike measured, deliberate, feeding both muscle memory
and Haki response.
By controlling one sword per hand, I maximized power and fluidity. I did not overcomplicate. Efficiency was brutal. Ruthless. Perfect.
HAKI DEVELOPMENT
Observation Haki surged.
I could anticipate Eldon's every move when he carried me as a baby. Now, I could read the intentions and subtle muscle twitches of opponents. Bandits swung, I dodged before their movement began. Strikes came at angles they never intended. Awareness extended farther than sight; I predicted,
calculated, and executed with terrifying precision.
Armament Haki followed. Not perfected, but steady. My swords hummed with the invisible hardness, cutting through wood and metal alike. Each swing reinforced the connection between mind, arm, and Haki.
Conqueror's Haki was mid-level. Unstable. Raw. Pulsing from my chest during moments of intense emotion or domination—but I had learned to contain it, to let it ripple subtly, influencing weaker wills around me without my explicit effort.
COLD AND RUTHLESS
I trained immediately upon waking, through hunger, through exhaustion, through storms and sunlight. I did not rest. Weakness was irrelevant to me, and compassion was a tool I had no use for.
Every movement was calculated to improve speed, power, and precision. Every day, every night, I pushed further. My body adapted. My arms coordinated. My swords sang through the air in patterns no child
should be capable of comprehending.
By the time the first group of bandits dared approach the outskirts, I was ready—not waiting, not planning, just acting. They
would learn quickly that the predator does not hesitate.
TRAINING STRUCTURE
Arms: 3 functional for combat, one sword per hand, fully coordinated.
Observation Haki: Advanced, able to detect movement intent almost instantaneously.
Armament Haki: Decent, enhances sword strikes, but not yet absolute.
Conqueror's Haki: Mid-level, contained, affects weaker wills subtly.
Mind: Cold, ruthless, calculating; all actions intentional.
Body: Superhuman density and growth, enhanced by my race's special ability.
The first real test would not be long in coming.
The bandits' camp lingered not far from the village. They hunted indiscriminately, seeking easy prey. Their screams would echo in the night, attracting attention—but not mine. I was no child to be caught
unaware. I would strike on my terms, coldly, surgically, leaving no one alive who might slow my progress.
The world had begun to notice me. Not yet by name. Not yet by reputation. But the ripples of presence had begun.
And for the first time, I smiled—not for joy,
not for amusement—but because I was finally ready to show the world what a predator could do.