Two years had passed since Jason awoke in the body of a child, and during that time, the world he was immersed in became a canvas of possibility, danger, and potentialgreatness. The small bar where he lived with his parents, Shakuyaku and Rayleigh, was no longer home; it became a sanctuary of growth, a refuge where dreams began to take shape.
Because he had completely healed from his experience, Jason plunged headfirstinto training with an insatiable hunger. Each morning broke before dawn, the sun no more than a rumor on the horizon as he went out to meet the ferocity of his new life. The small room that had originally felt foreign now echoed with laughter, determination, and the noise of a boy on the verge of legend.
Rayleigh, the Dark King, was his principalmentor. "If you want to be powerful," he'dtell Jason, "you must first understand your body." Discipline was the focus of hislessons from his father, and the basics of swordsmanship were drilled into Jason's head with every swing of his wooden sword.
"Watch your stance," Rayleigh instructed him one afternoon when Jason shifted thegrip on the wooden sword. "Your stancemust be firm, and your movement slow and deliberate. A sword is an extension of will."
Jason nodded, his brow slick with sweat as he copied Rayleigh's stance. Every practicewas a test of endurance and precision. Dueto the natural talents given by his Ultimate Talent, every swing of the sword brought him closer to becoming a masterswordsman. His physiology, enhanced by a unique body structure that allowed him to possess two Devil Fruits, was easilyadapted to Rayleigh's teachings. Under the eagle eyes of his father, Jason learned to control his monstrous strength, resilience, and endurance, utilizing them in everystrike.
Despite the physical strain, Jason lovedevery moment. His infectious young laugh often cut through the seriousness of their training. There were times when the burden of his former life weighed heavilyupon him, but he channeled that into his training, pushing himself harder with each blow of his sword.
Aside from swordsmanship, Rayleigh began to instruct Jason in Haki, anessential aspect for survival in the pirateworld's treacherous existence. "Haki is the manifestation of your spirit," he explained one day, sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor. "To wield it, you must understand your emotions and confront your fears."
It was daunting at first. The training sessions were mentally draining as Jason struggled to unleash his dormant abilities. "Focus," Rayleigh told him, his tonesoothing and calm. "Sense the poweraround you. It's like sensing the air before a storm."
Jason shut his eyes, reaching out to touchthe world. It was as if a veil kept him from perceiving, but with determination, he started to sense the slight changes in the atmosphere, his father's presence, and even the feelings of his mother observingfrom close by.
Gradually, he activated his Observation Haki, which allowed him to sense whatothers felt. The joy, the love, the worry—each painted his mind with vibrant colors. This also allowed him to read memories, and the information he gained from those he encountered was enhanced. With each new revelation, he became more in touchwith himself and the world, and the excitement of these newly discoveredpowers propelled him onward.
When he wasn't training with Rayleigh, Shakuyaku would pull him aside to teach him about the world they inhabited andhow he would have to get himself ready for the tests ahead of them beyond their bar. "Strength is not merely a matter of sword fighting," she taught, her tone a peacefulcalm. "You must be quick, wise, and resilient."
She exposed Jason to different physical tasks that tested him to his limits, from running drills to marathons across the coastline. With the Destroyer Physique he had inherited, Jason charged at these trialswith a zeal that left his mother awestruck. "You have to be able to respond to whatever happens, Jason," she informed him, eyes gleaming with pride. "The world'san unpredictable place, and the same goes for the people living in it."
He learned to climb, to swim, and to fight with fists when necessary. Every practice session left him strong, and every day he felt more sure of what he was capable of, drawing on the raw energy of his extraordinary body and putting it into eachgesture.
Other than physical training, Jason immersed himself in reading books and stories about the One Piece world. He learned about the expansive history of the Grand Line, its legendary pirates like Gol D. Roger, who sailed its waters, and the Marines who tried to uphold justice. His knowledge deepened, and he began connecting the dots between his past and present lives.
He researched the Four Emperors, the notorious wars that had painted the worldred, and the politics of this complex world. The more he read, the better he understood the dynamics of this new life—the transactions, the backstabbing, and the maneuvers that controlled the game of power. His quick thinking, cuttingly sharp and insightful because of his Ultimate Talent, began plotting that was large and grand, every choice more heart-poundingthan the last.
Throughout his training, Jason often looked back to his previous life. Memories of the orphanage and the loneliness he experienced flashed through his mind. The hardships he endured as a child spurredhis resolve; he had been given a second chance, a new life with possibilities, and he was determined to grasp them.
His bond with his parents also grew stronger as they set out on this journey together. He could see the pride in their eyes, and it gave him an excessive sense of purpose. He wanted to be the man that they believed he could be—a great warrior worthy of their lineage.
As he trained, Jason glimpsed the future he dreamed of—a future of adventure, wonderful friends, and the allure of the sea. But more than anything else, he longed to carve his own fate and leavebehind a legacy that would resonate acrossthe world, one that would make his parents proud.
With every training session, with every lesson learned, Jason solidified his resolve. He was no longer Silvers D. Jason; he was going to be somebody to be reckoned with. And as the sun fell below the horizon on another day of training, he felt a sense of assurance. The world was out there, and he was ready to take it.