So… hi my names Sam and frankly i don't have a clue on what going, one moment I was just at the gym working out legs, doing a cheeky barbell squat, attempting to hit a new pr(personal record) with only 160kg racked on bare in mind I normally rep 140kg, so I wasn't expecting anything but when I attempted my rep I just felt my legs tear and I couldn't move them, so obviously I just faceplant the floor and the weight lands on top of my neck pinning me down, so by now you'd think my spotter would help me but as I forced my neck to turn around he has his headphones in looking at his phone.
So im just left there on the floor, not being aple to breath, left to succumb to my fate of dying in a place i love all because my spotter couldn't be arsed to do his job.
As im slowly dying on the floor I think back on my life wondering if it was even worth it, I mean im 17, overweight and a virgin, as I was finally getting my life back on track and loosing my weight it's cut short, what a waste of a life.
Just as im about to succumb to the lack of air and having my throat crushed by 160kg I finally see my spotter notice me, huh funny your late mate I'm dead now, sadly I didn't see what he tried to do next as my eyes started blurring and I just blanked out.
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The next thing I know I wake up to the Loud shouting of what sounds like men i mean I couldn't really tell I was still a bit out of it but I'd say they were most likely men shouting my head off.
So obviously I decide to get up and give them a piece of my mind, I mean seriously who inturpts a guy trying to have a nap, at least that's what I think I was doing but when I open my eyes the situation I see infront of me don't seem right I mean I'm from England so why's there a bunch of clearly Japanese heritage people screaming at some green haired teenager, and most importantly why can I understand them.
As I'm clearly confused on what's going on I try and think about what last happened but the last thing I can remember is being crushed by my squat pr, so after linking one thing to another I came to the conclusion that I have no clue what's going on.
But before I can continue trying to figure out what's going on the group of men, all oddly dressed in ragged clothes and armed with medieval looking cutlass, which now that I think about is also a bit odd, but anyway the most likely leader of the group swings his large curved sword which to be honest i don't know what it's called, at the green haired teenager from early but the kid pulley out a white garmented katana and frankly demolishes the guy all It took was for him to deflect the sword and slay the bandit looking guy in at maximum 4 secs, what is quite frightening to be honest.
But that's not the weird part the weird part is how the kid even had strength on par with the guy I mean the kid was at max 6 foot and had a scrawny looking physique I mean it's not like he didn't have any muscle its just he was nowhere near as big as the other guy, the other guy was like 7,6 what is insane in the
first place, and massive I mean imagine Eddie hall but just taller, that's what's he looked like.
And because of what the green haired kid did all the other rough looking guys obviously got upset and started chasing the green haired kid, but this didn't bode well for me as the kid started ruining my way without realising it, and me panicking heavily just didn't react quick enough so we end up colliding into each other.
I quickly separate myself from the kid and he does the same, I attempt to get away from the guys with big knives but then all a sudden he startes screaming at me" HEY where do you think your going big guy" and obviously I wasn't gonna take that lying down so I whiz around and turn to him"no no no, who did you just call big guy, you tryna to start something mate" I'll have you know im a perfectly healthy weight I think to myself"are you tryna start to something , your the one who knocked me over" he shouts at me "are you delusional mate you clearly ran into me I mean you was running in a strat line one sec and the next you turn and run into me, you directionally challenged lad" I retort back at him
"I am n…" he attempted to retort back to me but the rough looking guys who I'm gonna call the roughys had clearly had enough of us so one of them swung for the green haired guy,but greeny cleanly deflected and the guys cutlass goes flying through the air, at the same time another roughey swings for me aiming to remove my head from my shoulders but luckily for me the sword which had previously been sent flying through the air went Strat into the roughys abdomen.
But I don't get much time to think before another one comes to try get me which isn't surprising as the roughys are a group of roughly 20 men.
Thinking quick on my feet I grap the cutlass from the guys abdomen and yank it outta of him, luckily I'd watched enough shows to know how to hold a sword properly atleast I think i do.
So I hold the cutlass with my primary hand, my right hand and put my left into something similar of a guard and since I had no clue what to do with my feet I get into a pseudo boxing stance.
I tighten my hold on the metallic Steel in my hand and low-key panic at it's only just clocked that I might genuinely die right now, but I force my emotions down just like I always have and prepare to fight for my life.
The first life and death battle of my life kicks of with the guy doing a wide sweeping motion attempting to bisect me, but as the guy had clearly telegraphed it I managed to block the attack and with both of my attackers hands being used to hold his rather impressive long sword I took my chance and swung a clean left hook successfully shaken the guy, cause to be fair I do weight like 120kg myself, while the guy is stilll shaken I take the opportunity and stab my cutlass into the guys kidney, I hear him scream out in pain but it's not enough to finish him off, because he starts swinging wildly trying to take me out but because the the guy is disoriented he thankfully only scratches me slightly.
But even just that hurts like a motherfucker so I retaliate by stabbing him in the throat, clouded by anger at this random smuck trying to kill me I failed to take into consideration the other roughys, so one of them manages to stab me through lung and it's forces my brain back to the feeling of not being able to breathe, which causes me to pass out from blood loss and most likely a ptsd reaction on top of being stabbed through a lung.
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As my blearily eyes attempt to adjust I see a violent sun attempting to blind me, so I quickly sit up but as I look down I notice my blood covered cloths , and it all comes rusing back to me so I obliviously panic and quickly pat myself down trying to check the condition of my injuries but there's no wound on my skin just a light pinkish scar near my right lung.
I Quickly realised wasn't injured anymore somehow, so I look around attempting to assess the situation but instead what I see shocks me, bodies scattered across the place of our pseudo battle ground, and one man standing tall in the middle of it with light green hair and a dark Green bandana wrapped around his forehead, he was covered in the blood from his enemies,the man looked like a devil.
But in my downlow opinion he looked badassss, I attempted to stand up but my feet were still wobbly due to the extreme experience but the greeny quickly noticed the movement and upon realising it was the guy he had an argument with in the middle of a fight and not one of the roughys, he rushed over to check on my condition.
"Hey kid you good" I look up at him wondering why the change in tone but answer none the less " yeah I'm fine just a bit shocked is all" he looks me up and down and asks"are you sure, I saw you get stabbed during that fight"
I look at him strangely wondering why this random guy is worried about me" yeah i did but after I passed out I woke back up fully healed somehow lad"
The green haired guy didn't seem to believe me so I lifted the tattered remains of my shirt "look just a little scar now, I'm all good no need to worry" the guy gains a little smirk and says" as if I'd worry about you, but howd you heal that quick in the the first place?" He questioned.
"To be honest lad I've got no clue, in fact I don't even know where I am right know"
The guy looked at me strangely after I said that but replied anyway" we're in the east blue on a small island called… I forgot what it's called but it doesn't matter"
After I hear this answer I freeze as I have an inkling of what might of happened to me but I don't want to jump the gun as It could just be some guy pulling my leg I think to myself " seriously lad you ain't lying are ya" the guy seems to get annoyed at that" as if I'd have the efforts to lie to you " fair enough I think to myself as I stand up and offer my hand to the guy" well thanks for the information man I appreciate oh and the whole saving my life from the problem you caused, the names Samuel by the way but you can call me Sam"
The guy got agitated at my comment but seemed to think it wasn't worth is so he just sighed instead"it wasn't much of a problem anyway but good on you for defending yourself against atleast one of them even if yous swordsmanship ship is abysmal " he reaches for my hand and shakes it " the names Zoro, Rorano Zoro"
This was the moment my theory was confirmed is seems I've somehow died and transmigrated into the world of One piece and the first person I met was the one and only Zoro.
Chapter one.
Bare in mind people this is my first ever attempt of writing a story other then when I did creative writing way back in the day, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions please do inform me.