The valley outside Loguetown was Arthur's sanctuary. Far from the bustling streets and watchful eyes of marines, he carved out a life of silence and discipline. Though he had inherited power from the system — Haki, swords, and the Disaster Disaster Fruit — he refused to flaunt it. In this world, strength without caution was suicide.
Arthur's plan was simple: train, grow, and wait.
Daily Discipline
Arthur woke before dawn each day. His mornings began with grueling physical drills: running through the forest trails, lifting stones until his arms burned, and practicing balance atop narrow logs. He knew that flashy powers meant nothing without a strong foundation.
By midday, he turned to swordsmanship. The Seven Star Sword and Shusui gleamed in the sunlight as he repeated basic stances, swings, and footwork. The system had given him the experience of a two-handed swordsman, but Arthur understood that borrowed skill was hollow without repetition. He drilled until his muscles remembered every strike.
At night, he meditated. He focused on the pulse of Haki within him, awakening it slowly, carefully. Observation Haki sharpened his senses — he could feel the intent of a bird before it took flight. Armament Haki hardened his skin in brief flashes, enough to block a falling branch. Conqueror's Haki, however, he buried deep. That power was too loud, too dangerous.
Fruit Experiments
Arthur tested his Disaster Disaster Fruit in secret, cautious not to draw attention.
- Wind: He learned to create small gusts, enough to scatter leaves or push a wooden dummy.
- Lightning: Sparks danced across his fingertips, controlled into harmless crackles.
- Gravity: He experimented by making stones heavier or lighter, careful not to collapse the ground beneath him.
- Gold: He discovered he could coat small objects in golden dust, a strange ability he suspected had hidden potential.
Each element was powerful, but Arthur restrained himself. "If I show too much, I'll be hunted before I even set sail," he whispered.
Two Years of Growth
Time passed quietly. Arthur became a familiar figure in the valley, though few in Loguetown noticed him. He occasionally ventured into town, playing the role of a harmless orphan. He joked with merchants, acted clumsy around marines, and even pretended to be weak when challenged. His innocent smile and funny remarks made people underestimate him.
But in the shadows, he grew sharper. His sword strikes became precise, his Haki more refined. He could now sense danger before it arrived, and his body was hardened through relentless training.
Foreshadowing the Future
One evening, Arthur sat by the river, staring at his reflection. "Marineford… two years from now, the world will shake." His eyes narrowed. He knew the timeline, the battles, the chaos that awaited. If he revealed himself too early, he'd be crushed in the tides of history. But if he waited, trained, and struck at the right moment… he could change everything.
He chuckled softly, scratching his head. "For now, I'll just be the pig. Let them laugh. When the tiger shows its fangs, they won't be laughing anymore."
Closing Scene
As the second year drew to a close, Arthur stood atop a cliff overlooking the sea. His swords rested at his side, his body stronger than ever, his powers simmering beneath the surface. He looked harmless, even silly, as he hummed a tune and pretended to trip on a rock. But inside, he was ready.
"Two years of silence," he murmured. "Now the world begins to move. And when it does… Void D. Arthur will move with it."
The waves crashed below, carrying whispers of adventure. Arthur smiled innocently, hiding the storm within.
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