章節 5: Unexpected gains
' What's up'- Thoughts
"What's up"- Speech
*What's up*- Sounds
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As the first light of dawn graced the horizon, Dean awakened to a familiar sensation of chilliness and numbness. The sun had not yet ascended, but the world around him was cloaked in a gentle glow, casting a warm and inviting aura upon the island. Though darkness still lingered, the emerging radiance promised a day filled with renewed hope and possibility.
Exclaiming in frustration, Dean muttered, "Crap... This discomfort is unbearable. I should have gathered some dry leaves from the forest yesterday." He berated himself for the oversight, realizing that a simple preparation could have provided much-needed relief from the pain.
Yesterday, consumed by fatigue and exhaustion, Dean had succumbed to sleep the instant his body made contact with the 'soft' sand.
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Struggling against the ache that surged through his body, Dean attempted to sit up, his muscles protesting with each movement. The physical labor of yesterday's training and his sleeping spot had taken its toll, leaving him with a lingering discomfort that made even the simplest actions a challenge.
"I need to find a more comfortable spot to rest," Dean declared, his voice filled with determination, as he managed to push himself up to a standing position.
Bathed in the gentle sunlight, Dean couldn't help but smile, appreciating the pleasant weather that surrounded him. The rays of the sun, though momentarily dazzling, conveyed a sense of warmth and tranquility. With his body upright, he decided to seize the opportunity to loosen up his stiff muscles. Engaging in a series of stretching exercises, he allowed the movements to gradually alleviate the tension that had built up from the uncomfortable night's sleep.
Aware of his growing thirst, Dean acknowledged the importance of quenching it before proceeding further. Prioritizing his need for hydration, he decided to make his way toward the spring. However, he recognized the practicality of also keeping an eye out for plants and potential water containers along the way. With a dual purpose in mind, he set off on his journey, scanning his surroundings for both a source of hydration and materials that could serve as suitable vessels to carry the much-needed water.
Dean cautiously approached the outskirts of the forest, mindful of the lessons learned from the previous day's encounter. The memory of the incident served as a reminder that carelessness in an unfamiliar environment could lead to unforeseen dangers. With a heightened awareness and a sense of vigilance, he proceeded, keenly observing his surroundings, attuned to any signs or sounds that might indicate potential hazards.
As he made his way through the dense forest, he honed his senses and unleashed the power of his observation Haki. With a keen eye and heightened perception, he carefully identified and marked the trees he passed, leaving a trail behind him. Skillfully navigating through the wilderness, he reached his destination unscathed, fortunate to have encountered no wildlife during his journey.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, a sense of stillness and quietude enveloped the surroundings. "Even the beasts are probably slumbering at this ungodly hour," he pondered silently.
Regrettably, Dean's search for a suitable water container along his path proved fruitless. With no viable options in sight, he forged ahead with determination, heading directly toward the anticipated location of the banana trees.
Spotting a cluster of ripe bananas hanging from a nearby tree, Dean's eyes lit up with anticipation. He plucked one of the yellow fruits from the bunch and carefully began to peel away its vibrant skin. The sweet aroma of the banana wafted through the air, invigorating his senses.
*Munch*
*Munch*
As Dean took another bite of the ripe banana, a mischievous idea struck him. With a mischievous grin, he twisted his arm away from his armpit, contorting his body in a playful manner. Uttering "Uh-uh, ah-ah," he erupted into hearty laughter, letting his amusement echo through the forest.
As his laughter subsided, he regained his composure and chuckled at his own antics. "RA-HAH, okay, okay, that's enough," he said, his amusement tapering off. A sense of relief washed over him as he realized there were no witnesses to his playful display. Reflecting on the situation, he pondered the potential judgment he might have faced had others observed his lighthearted behavior. Grateful for the solitude of the forest, he continued his journey.
Having finished his breakfast, Dean continued his trek along the picturesque river shore. The serene ambiance provided a soothing backdrop to his footsteps. However, his tranquil walk came to an abrupt halt when he stumbled upon something out of the ordinary. An air of curiosity surrounded him as he approached the peculiar sight.
As he approached, his eyes fixated on the ground where an array of cone-shaped leaves lay scattered. Intrigued, he bent down for a closer inspection, marveling at their unique shape and vibrant hues.
*tuck*
*tuck*
With a mixture of curiosity and cautious anticipation, he extended his hand and lightly tapped one of the leaves. To his surprise, a soft humming sound emanated from the leaf, resonating through the air. Startled yet fascinated, Dean repeated the action, gently knocking on a few more leaves, each producing the same melodic hum.
Examining the cone-shaped leaves more closely, Dean noted their unusual characteristics. As he ran his fingers along the surface, he felt a firm texture, devoid of any signs of leakage or fragility. Their structure seemed remarkably sturdy, and resistant to external pressure.
Armed with a collection of the mysterious cone-shaped leaves, Dean made his way purposefully toward the nearby spring. Recognizing the need to replenish his water supply, he sought to test the practicality of these leaves as makeshift containers. Arriving at the crystal-clear spring, he carefully dipped the leaves into the refreshing water, watching attentively for any signs of leakage or instability. To his surprise, the leaves proved to be remarkably reliable, holding the water securely without any discernible seepage. Filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, Dean now had a newfound means to collect and carry water during his journey through the forest.
Amazed by the capacity of each cone-shaped leaf, Dean marveled at the fact that they could hold approximately one liter of water. The realization that he had stumbled upon a practical and sustainable solution to his water storage needs filled him with a sense of relief and gratitude. With each leaf capable of accommodating a substantial amount of water, he felt reassured that he would have an ample supply to sustain him throughout his journey.
Having gathered several batches of the water-filled leaves, Dean carefully secured them for his journey. Appreciating the practicality of this newfound water source, he retraced his steps, making his way back to the beach. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves and the vast expanse of the shoreline welcomed him once again.
With a thoughtful approach, Dean drew nearer to a sizable stone that provided ample shade. Recognizing the need to create a stable and controlled environment, he began digging two small pits in the earth beneath the stone's shelter. Carefully considering the placement of the conical containers filled with water, he positioned them in the pits. This served a dual purpose: maintaining balance and preventing the contents from boiling over due to the heat of the sun.
With the water issue resolved and a newfound sense of resolve, Dean recognized the importance of physical strength in the world he found himself in. Determined to protect those he will care about and attain true freedom, he resolved to embark on a journey of physical training.
He embarked on a brisk jog along the picturesque shoreline.
With each stride, the sandy terrain beneath his feet trembled, a subtle vibration coursing through his body. Occasionally, tiny pebbles would find their way to his feet, causing momentary discomfort. Nevertheless, he remained resolute, determined to push through the discomfort and persist in his run.
Summoning his inner strength and unyielding willpower, Dean directed his focus entirely on maintaining his pace. With each footfall, the small stone fragments beneath his feet bore the weight of his determination, crumbling and yielding under the force of his stride. He forged ahead, relentless in his pursuit, leaving behind a trail of crushed debris as evidence of his unwavering resolve.
As he gradually accelerated, his determination surged in tandem with his speed. Every step propelled him forward with greater intensity as if a newfound strength coursed through his veins. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, mingling with the saltwater air as he pressed on relentlessly.
Finally, he arrived at a cliff overlooking a tumultuous expanse where the relentless waves crashed upon the island's rugged shores. The sheer force and power of the churning seawater captivated his attention, momentarily stealing his breath away.
Standing resolutely on the edge of the cliff and with unwavering conviction, his voice echoed with a fierce determination that transcended the boundaries of the cliff and the crashing waves. His words carried an intense yearning to transcend the realm of ordinary existence. No longer content with mediocrity, he proclaimed his refusal to be a mere nobody, susceptible to the whims of others.
"I shall become a force to be reckoned with, striking fear into the hearts of the Marines and the World Government!" he bellowed, his voice infused with a resolute power. His desire to crush all who dared to impede his path reverberated through the air, fueled by an unyielding spirit!
"I shall sail the seas unhindered, delving into the mysteries it holds, uncovering its secrets!" Dean's declaration rang out, filled with an insatiable thirst for adventure and knowledge. He yearned to navigate the vast expanse of the ocean, conquering its challenges and discovering its hidden treasures.
In this cruel and unforgiving world, he vowed to carve his own path, defying the odds and forging his destiny. With a final resounding cry, Dean unleashed his desire for freedom, his voice a symbol of his unshackled spirit.
RAAAHHHH! The echo of his proclamation lingered in the salty breeze, carrying his determination far and wide, a testament to his unwavering resolve to be free and make his mark upon the world.
As Dean's fiery resolve reached its zenith, an extraordinary surge of power erupted from within him. The invisible wave of Conqueror's Haki rippled outward, spreading with an unstoppable force. Its sheer intensity overwhelmed the surrounding environment, affecting even the feeble creatures in its immediate proximity.
With each passing moment, the weak animals within the radius of Dean's unleashed Haki began to falter. Their consciousness waned, succumbing to the overwhelming presence and sheer dominance emanating from his indomitable spirit. The very air crackled with palpable energy, as if acknowledging his power and submitting to his unyielding will.
The display of his Conqueror's Haki was a testament to Dean's extraordinary potential, setting him apart as a force to be reckoned with. In that fleeting moment, he had shown his ability to command respect and exert his authority upon all who stood in his way, leaving an indelible mark upon the surrounding world!
The more formidable creatures, sensing the overwhelming power exuded by Dean, instinctively recognized his authority. With a display of deference, they lowered their heads, symbolizing their submission in the presence of such indomitable strength.
The stronger beings, whether out of respect, acknowledgment, or an innate understanding of the hierarchy that exists within the animal kingdom, paid their silent homage to Dean. Their actions spoke volumes, demonstrating their recognition of his commanding presence and their acceptance of his dominant position.
'Undoubtedly, I have unlocked the power of Conqueror's Haki, and I hold a different perspective from the commonly held belief that only one in a million individuals can awaken this extraordinary ability. I firmly believe that it is not an exclusive gift bestowed upon a select few, but rather a latent power that lies within each and every one of us.
In my view, the awakening of Conqueror's Haki is not solely determined by chance or genetics. While certain individuals may possess a natural inclination towards it, the true catalyst for awakening this haki lies in the depths of one's spirit and mindset. It is not a matter of probability, but rather a result of unwavering determination and an indomitable spirit that refuses to bow down to anyone or anything.
The key lies in cultivating an unwavering resolve, a resolute dedication to one's goals, and an unyielding perseverance in the face of challenges and adversity. By nurturing a mindset that refuses to accept defeat, and by channeling the utmost determination to rise above any obstacle, anyone has the potential to awaken the power of Conqueror's Haki.'
As Deans's eyes fixated upon the vast expanse of the sea, a serene and contented smile adorned his face. The awakening of Conqueror's Haki had brought him an unparalleled sense of joy and satisfaction. He was acutely aware of the advanced applications of this extraordinary ability, as depicted in the manga, and the overwhelming power it possessed.
His happiness stemmed from the realization that with the awakening of iti, he had acquired a tool of immeasurable strength and influence. He understood that this haki went beyond mere intimidation, allowing him to exert his willpower and dominate the minds of those around him. It granted him the ability to subjugate and render his opponents powerless, simply by the sheer force of his presence.
Moreover, Dean recognized the immense potential for personal growth and development that Conqueror's Haki offered. He was cognizant of the fact that this haki could be honed and refined, allowing him to unlock even more advanced techniques and reach unprecedented levels of power. It was an exhilarating prospect that filled him with a deep sense of excitement and anticipation.
"Alright, enough wasting time. It's time to get back to work and continue my training. I can't afford to slack off anymore. I have set goals to achieve, and every moment counts towards my progress."
'1'
'2'
'3'
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'29'
'30'
Dean's energy was waning, and weariness started to settle in his body. Gradually, a tingling sensation began to creep into his hands as he continued to perform push-ups.
Despite the growing exhaustion, he summoned his sheer willpower and pushed through, refusing to let his fatigue hinder him. He persisted in executing each push-up, even as the feeling in his hands diminished further.
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'48'
'49'
'50'
Dean lay there, feeling utterly powerless, as the soreness in his hands intensified. Each breath he took was labored, causing his body to glisten with sweat. After a few minutes of rest, he summoned his strength once again and transitioned into doing squats. However, his legs soon succumbed to the tremors and gave out under the strain.
As the numbness spread through his legs, he gritted his teeth and shifted his position to lie on his back. Determined to push his limits, he embarked on a series of sit-ups, despite the growing soreness in his abdomen. With each upward motion, the ache intensified, gradually taking control of his core muscles. However, Dean refused to let the discomfort halt his pursuit of physical endurance.
Exhausted and in need of recovery, Dean finally allowed himself a well-deserved rest. He lay on the floor, breathing deeply, as his body gradually regained composure after the intense workout. It was a brief respite before he would gather his strength and prepared for the challenges of his next training session.
With the sensation returning to his hands and legs, Dean steeled himself for another round of grueling training. Despite the physical and mental toll he had just endured, he was determined to push his boundaries even further. Bracing himself, he embarked on the familiar journey of intense exercises.
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After completing his rigorous morning exercises, Dean dragged his sore and fatigued body towards the "big stone," where he stored his water supply. Each step felt heavy, and his muscles protested against the additional effort. However, driven by the need for replenishment and hydration, he persisted in reaching his destination. With resolution in his eyes, Dean finally arrived at the stone, ready to replenish his body and quench his thirst.
*gulp*
*gulp*
Exhausted and disappointed, Dean let out a sigh of frustration as he realized that his water supply had run dry. The realization hit him hard, as he had hoped to find at least a small amount of water left.
As his strength gradually returned, Dean ventured into the nearby forest in search of a suitable stick to enhance his swordsmanship skills. With a focused mind, he scanned the surroundings for a sturdy and well-balanced branch that would serve as a makeshift training sword.
A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he found a slim, one-meter-long stick that met his requirements. With careful steps, he made his way back to the shore of the beach, eager to put his newly acquired training tool to use.
The stick felt light yet firm in his grip, offering the potential to refine his swordsmanship techniques and further develop his skills.
Determined to replicate his previous training routine, Dean took a deep breath and prepared to perform the same movements he had practiced before.
Draw cut: A strike, that uses the momentum of drawing the sword as fast as possible to accelerate more speed, thus generating more damage.
Chop: Chopping the sword from top to bottom, left to right, and vice versa. By mastering the said technique, you will truly be able to chop from any angle.
Parry: Using your "sword" to divert an enemy's blade.
Riposte: Using the opening, created by parrying to counterattack.
As Dean engaged in his swordsmanship training with the stick, a sense of familiarity washed over him. Hours flew by as he immersed himself in perfecting the techniques, losing track of time and embracing the flow of the practice. Every swing, thrust, and parry felt precise and instinctual as if his body had internalized the art of swordsmanship. The hours he spent training in this manner felt like days, a testament to his dedication and the seamless connection he felt with the art.
*zinnggg*
Stats: ▼
[Name: Dean Silvers]
[Age: 12 years]
[Strength: 20]
[Stamina: 19]
[Agility: 19]
[WillPower: 49]
[Swordmanship level: Novice → 26%]
[Haki:]
[Armament: not activated]
[Observation: beginner→10%]
[Conqueror: beginner→ 0%]
[Perks:]
[Sword prodigy]
[Haki prodigy]
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