The wind howled as the boy stood firm, his muscles tensed with each swing. "Hoo! Hoo!" His voice echoed across the rocky shore as he lifted a massive dumbbell, ten times his own weight, and swung it with practiced force. Each motion sent gusts of wind whirling around him, as the boy tirelessly continued his workout, his determination unwavering.
Sweat streamed down his chiseled body, dripping to the sand beneath him. At 1.9 meters tall, with broad, defined muscles, he looked every bit the part of a seasoned warrior. And yet, this boy was only fourteen years old.
"Fourteen thousand!" he grunted, his arm beginning to tremble under the strain. With a final grunt, his arm buckled, and the hundred-ton dumbbell crashed to the ground with a deafening thud.
"Ugh! I'm exhausted..." the boy panted, collapsing to the sand, his muscles quivering. Despite the fatigue, his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Three thousand more swings than yesterday!" he muttered to himself, grinning. To the average person, this would be impossible, but not for him. He had just swung a hundred-ton weight 14,000 times—something that most could never dream of achieving.
This world he now found himself in was far from ordinary. The boy—Charlotte—had once been an ordinary man from Earth, but fate had other plans. He had been thrust into the world of One Piece, a place where strength and willpower reigned supreme. This world was no stranger to him; he had spent countless hours watching the anime as a child. But this wasn't just some fictional world anymore. It was real—and now, it was his reality.
Charlotte had been transported into the body of a ten-year-old boy, a mere child. He had no idea how or why it happened, but the moment he woke up in this strange world, everything about his life was different. He was no longer on Earth, and this place—this New World—was dangerous. Pirates roamed the seas, and danger lurked at every corner.
Even worse, Charlotte was stuck in the heart of the New World, a place known for its unpredictable dangers, and he was stuck with the body of a child who had no real experience in combat. To make matters worse, he had arrived years before the events of One Piece truly unfolded, which gave him a tiny window of time to prepare himself before the world erupted into chaos.
His new life began in a small coastal town with just over a thousand people. The village was relatively safe, thanks to the nearby presence of the G-8 Navy base. But Charlotte wasn't naive. He knew all too well that pirates could strike at any moment, and being unprepared would lead to his demise.
In his previous life, Charlotte had been a mercenary. He was no stranger to violence and the harsh realities of combat. But even with his past experiences, adapting to a world like One Piece was a terrifying prospect. As a mercenary, he'd earned his fair share of scars. However, it had been a reckless choice—he never imagined that a simple decision to join a group of mercenaries during his summer break would lead him to such a life. And that life had ended in an explosion—an unexpected encounter with a grenade that had torn his body apart before he lost consciousness. The next thing he knew, he had woken up as a ten-year-old in a strange world.
The boy whose body he inhabited had a tragic fate. He had been swept away by a wave while fishing, thrown against the jagged rocks, and left for dead. It was then that Charlotte—having "dove into the magpie's nest"—found himself in control of this new life.
Yet Charlotte was no coward. He quickly assessed the situation and made a plan. There was no time for fear or hesitation. He had watched One Piece religiously in his past life, and now that he was in this world, he intended to take full advantage of his knowledge.
But simply surviving wasn't enough for Charlotte. He wasn't about to be just another face in the crowd. He wanted to make a name for himself, to carve his legacy into the annals of history.
The first step, of course, was training. He had seen the strength of the characters in One Piece, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. Swordsmanship, body training, and the mysterious powers of the Devil Fruit were all paths to power—but Charlotte wasn't convinced the Devil Fruit was the way to go. There were too many uncertainties. No, his focus would be on physical prowess and swordsmanship.
His first goal was simple: to strengthen his body to the limits. With the memory of Zoro's legendary training methods in his mind, Charlotte began his grueling daily routines. Lower body explosive exercises, dumbbell training, and bodyweight exercises were just the start. He had seen Zoro's progression and was determined to follow suit, even if it meant pushing his body to its breaking point.
The swordsmanship was another challenge. Charlotte wasn't concerned with being a master swordsman right away, but he was determined to wield a blade well enough to defend himself. His strategy was simple: keep practicing, keep swinging, and eventually, he would improve. He knew that hard work could overcome any obstacle.
As Charlotte began his training, the village around him seemed to take little notice of his rapid progress. He had already healed from his injuries faster than anyone could have imagined. It was almost as if his body had started adapting to this world's strange rules. The people in the village believed this was normal, but Charlotte suspected something deeper at work—something connected to the sea kings he had heard about in One Piece.
Eating meat from sea kings—large, mythical creatures that roamed the oceans—had worked wonders for Charlotte's recovery. But he wasn't foolish enough to think that was the only way to grow stronger. He had to train, to hone every skill, and to prepare himself for the inevitable battles ahead.
As he took a breath and prepared to begin his next set of exercises, Charlotte's mind raced. He was in a world where power was everything, and he wasn't about to sit idle. He would push himself, learn, and fight for the future he wanted. He wasn't just going to survive—he was going to thrive.
The One Piece world was dangerous, but Charlotte was determined to make it his own.