Chapitre 1: Hito Hito No mi model: Ryomen Sukuna - the king of curses
Toshiro Arai was always known as the ideal student in his high school. He excelled in academics, sports, and extracurricular activities. He had a close group of friends who admired him. His family was proud of his achievements and supported him in everything he did. However, what nobody knew was that beneath Toshiro's outwardly normal facade, he was completely devoid of emotions.
Toshiro had mastered the art of acting like a regular teenager, laughing at jokes, engaging in conversations, and showing empathy towards others. But deep down, he felt nothing. His interactions with friends and family were all just an act to blend into society seamlessly; a mask to hide his true self from the world. Despite being surrounded by people who cared about him, Toshiro couldn't shake off the emptiness inside him.
Toshiro often found solace in the world of manga and anime. It was through these fictional characters and stories that he could escape from his own reality - one where he constantly felt like an outsider pretending to fit in. Despite his outward appearance of normalcy, Toshiro struggled to understand emotions or express them authentically.
One day while hiking in a dense forest near his city, he stumbled upon a strange-looking fruit sitting atop a moss-covered rock. With trembling hands, he picked it up and noticed a weathered note tucked underneath, which bore the words "Hito Hito No mi model: Ryomen Sukuna - the king of curses".
"Ryomen Sukuna? the sukuna I know?" toshiro spoke in confusion.
"it looks like a devil fruit, is this is a joke?".
"a devil fruit about the king of the kitchen? the cooker? The 1/2 maker?".
Toshiro hesitated for a moment, then impulsively took a bite of the fruit, discarding any sense of caution. Almost immediately, he felt the urge to vomit, but a memory flashed through his mind. Despite the discomfort, he persevered, consuming the entire fruit.
After a few seconds, Toshiro felt nothing—no superpower, no body transformation, nothing. He didn't feel disappointed, sad, or pissed either. Well, he was incapable of feeling anything at all. So, he decided to head home, unaware that his eyes had turned yellow, with red glowing rings forming within them.
On his way out, he noticed a figure in the sky heading straight toward his location. After a few seconds, it appeared to be a plane that had been hit by a meteorite.
In that moment Toshiro knew it was pointless to run or escape from this situation. He remained calm, without any fear, and spoke, "Maybe this time I will feel the emotions of fear? Or sadness for leaving my family or friends? perhaps anger? Anger to having my life took from me, fear for what's to come, apprehension of the fact death is undocumented yet generally has some negative connotations?"
"Hmm, I wanted to try a slice of pizza with a pineapple and I wished I'd kill anyone that annoyed me before I die... well, whatever." Toshiro said with an emotionless face.
Toshiro smiled and added "never mind, I'm feeling nothing, I'm cooked". 😅
And he died in an airplane crash that somehow collided into a meteorite in the sky.
(this is The end of the very very sad backstory of Toshiro Arai in this unknown world)
............
East blue, in an unknown island.
A ragged boy lay quietly on the beach, his form blending with the sand as gentle waves lapped at his trouser legs. The rhythmic dance of the sea water created a soft symphony, its gentle caress rippling across the shore
His eyes fluttered, feeling the sweet breeze brushing his skin. He slowly came to consciousness as he felt the warm sun dancing on his pale skin.
He groggily opened his eyes, finding himself faced directly by the blinding sun. His eyes quivered and close again as he brought his hands to shield against the raging light before opening them again.
"Aghh, wher... Where am I?" The boy wondered in confusion and stirred himself up, feeling the mellow sand beneath his hands, some scattering down from his short black hair.
He looked around in confusion, trying to recall what he last remembers, "hmm, I'm pretty sure I died so what's the meaning of this ?"
No matter how he looked at it, the place looks like a small island in the middle of the ocean, an ocean that extends as far as the eye can see.
He was on the shore and behind him was a small forest, not thick but very thin befitting of an Island as small as this.
Suddenly, a sea king emerged out of nowhere and attempted to swallow Toshiro whole in a single bite.
Toshiro's eyes widened in shock, but instinctively he dodged the attack with almost effortless grace. With a swift hand gesture ✌️, he chanted "KAI (dismantle)" invoking his power
An invisible slash surged from his hand, aimed precisely at the sea king's eyes. The creature roared in agony, its movements becoming erratic as it wobbled from side to side in pain.
As Toshiro stood in shock, watching the sea king cry out in pain, a barrage of questions flooded his mind. "What was that? Is that a sea king? A creature from One Piece? How did I move like that and-!"
"Oh..... that's how it is."
Despite the whirlwind of inquiries, Toshiro swiftly pieced together the situation, connecting the dots and unraveling the mysteries that surrounded him.
"I'm in the one-piece world now? And I have the abilities of Ryomen Sukuna as a devil fruit too? This cannot be fake too, I felt the sense of death again in that moment" Tashiro thought in himself with an emotionless face as always.
"A world that operates under the rule of the jungle, where the strong reign supreme and the weak are enslaved. The One-Piece world—a chaotic stage where pirates, marines, and fools chase dreams amidst ancient secrets, huh," Toshiro mused, contemplating the complexities of this new reality he found himself in.
In that moment of realization the emotionless boy Toshiro Arai felt excitement and happiness for his first time in his 18 years of life But just as quickly as it came, the feeling faded away in the next second, leaving him with his usual stoic demeanor.
Toshiro glanced at the sea king, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and jokingly addressed the creature, "Can you make yourself a target to test my new abilities real quick?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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