I don't Own One Piece

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 1 Week into training
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Sweat trickled down my face as the tree crunched behind my head. The woman in front of me grinned sadistically as she retraced her arm. She didn't have a weapon, and she didn't need one.

"You barely dodged," She commented, making another swing with her blackened arms. "You need to be faster."

Stumbling, I dodged each of her attacks. This was only the first week and I've never felt closer to death so many times. Arisu did not hold back, and fighting her felt like a fight for survival.

"How the hell is a old woman like you so damn strong and agile?!" I demanded, wincing as another tree went down.

She smirked at me, "How the hell is a young girl like yourself so slow? Surely you should be faster than I?"

I pointed a finger at her accusingly. "You're a monster! Clearly!" She probably belonged in the same tier as Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy.

She chuckled, flicking her purple hair over her shoulder. "Thank you. But, you know, flattery won't get you anywhere."

"How the hell did you take that as a compliment?!" I demanded.

"Shush," Arisu demanded, "now, all you've been doing is dodge my attacks. All week. I want to really feel your strength. Hit me."

I paused, blinking. "Eh?"

Did she really ask me to hit her?

"You're too young to be hard of hearing." She rolled her eyes, that famous scowl on her face once more. "Hit me." I swear I saw a glint in her eyes.

"Okay, you're the teacher." I shrugged, throwing my fist out towards her stomach. However, I should have known she was up to something. From the open invite to the glint in her eye, to the damn smirk on her face.

Still, being the idiot I am, I went for it. When my fist connected, two things happened.

First, I'm pretty positive my fist did not hit flesh, it was rock hard. Leading me to believe Arisu had definitely coated her stomach in Haki.

Secondly, something collided with my face and sent me flying. It wasn't until I hit my third, or was that the fourth, tree that I felt the pain.

Not only was my face throbbing quite painfully, but so was my hand. Of course my whole body felt the abuse, though it hardly compared to my face and hand.

"What the hell." I winced, not wanting to stand back up.

Arisu waved the dirt in the air away from her face as she walked towards me. "Well, you didn't thin I was just going to take that hit, did you? Never take abuse, never. Besides, you were supposed to dodge that hit. Seeing as you failed at both, I've decided."

Why was I getting an uneasy feeling?

"No more slacking!" I'm trying to figure out when I was apparently slacking. "Day and night you better be prepared! Even when we're not here in the forest I'll attack. Either you dodge, or attack back. This will be your only warning."

Well damn.

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"Your drawing aren't bad." Arisu hummed, squinting her eyes at each picture. "But I don't feel the emotions. It's just an empty picture."

That was new.

Once we had finished our physical training, we took a break to continue my art training. Which really meant we pulled out our supplies and sat on the ground which we had just trained in. I've quickly learned that the forest close by served as both a battlefield and a classroom. This was the only time I was appreciative of the newly formed tree stumps Arisu had made by throwing me around during training.

I frowned at the woman, my eyebrows furrowed. "You don't fell the emotion?"

She looked at me, shaking her head. "No. Sure, your picture is realistic and the shading is very nice. But, I don't get any feeling from it."

All week she had just given me tasks. Giving me multiple things to draw. Finally she had stockpiled my sketches, and was giving me my critique.

However I was completely confused. So yeah, it's going great.

"Listen." She said, placing my pictures back in the folder. "A true artist must be able to instill feelings in everything they create. A musician must be able to move people to tears with their sound. A chef must be able to bring nostalgia to a dish. A writer must be able to manipulate their readers feelings. And with every picture you draw, anyone should feel what you're trying to get across."

"This picture," She held up one I had drawn of my first meeting with Luffy. "What did you feel?"

I remember. I had just gotten a memory, which Luffy had sparked with his hat.

"Many things." I shrugged, "I was shocked, curious, and excited."

A small smile tugged at her scowling face. Compared to Mamoru, Arisu smiled a little more. "That's what I should feel when I look at this. There are no words to explain anything on this picture, so you need to make sure to get all of those emotions into the picture."

Then she held up another picture. It was the picture she had asked me to draw that brought sadness to me. It was the last time I really saw my brother. His back was towards me, and he was exiting our fort.

"What did this symbolize?"

I swallowed, shifting my eyes downward for a second before looking back at her. "Sadness."

She nodded, softly placing the picture down. "Well, I'll get you there. Soon, you'll be able to move people to tears with a picture like that."

I didn't see how, but I knew it was possible. Since every image I had ever seen from Arisu had definitely made me feel something. It was one of the reasons why she was the best.

When I looked back at the woman it was too late. The air was knocked out of me as a fist landed on my stomach. Thankfully, it wasn't haki infused, though it still sent me tumbling back.

Sitting up I glared at the woman, "Really?! That was a low blow!"

She shrugged, her eyes half open as she blew a raspberry.

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"Faster!" Arisu demanded as she swung at me with increased speed. Following her instructions, I moved faster.

Then, I attacked.

Whens she reached back to hit me again, I ducked under her fist. While I was under her arm, I shot my own fist upward.

Of course, the damn woman dodged the attack with no problem. And course she sent her own fist crashing down on my head.

I groaned as I collapsed onto the ground. My head throbbing from the abuse. Some part of me feared she was going to make me stupid from the repeat trauma to my skull. Rubbing the spot she had hit, I let myself sit on the ground as I noticed she hadn't made another move to continue.

"I said move faster." She shrugged as she noticed my groan. "Now then, I want to see this devil fruit of yours."

I frowned, still rubbing my head. "Ah, I thought you said I couldn't use my weapons."

"I didn't say I want to see your weapons, I said I want to see your devil fruit." She rolled her eyes. "We get to weapons once you can handle yourself without them."

I shrugged, "I mainly use my devil fruit to help enhance my weapons."

"What a waste." She sighed, shaking her head. "I suppose I'll be forcing you to use it more then."

The way she smiled didn't settle well with me. It was almost like she was looking forward to this training. If she was looking forward to it, then I might be screwed.

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Sundays, I have just now decided, are great. Sure training is everyday, and I was beyond sore, but I got an hour completely to myself. An hour I could use to walk around town and explore.

Throughout the past week I've found that the town has different sections. Arisu lives towards the middle, where each section meet and intermingle. On one side were the musicians. That section is filled with music day and night, and pairing with the musicians were wonderful dancers. They were working on perfecting their moves, being able to dance to any beat. It was a beautiful sight to see, as all the dancers danced in sync.

On another side is the chefs. Apparently the whole island is filled with 'mouthwatering scents'. This side doesn't operate 24/7 unlike some others. Instead, bakeries open around four in the morning, and close around noon. then the restaurants would open an hour after the bakeries close, and stay open until one in the morning. The timing worked out well, giving everyone a chance to stop by, no matter what time they preferred.

I wanted to get Sanji some recipes from them, I think he would like that.

Another side is filled with actors, writers, and designers. I haven't gone much to that side, and it's the most expensive. Arisu explained to me it's the island's biggest money maker, since anyone that lands here typically wants to see a play or buy pretty clothes. This side typically works during the day, and I have only seen the writers work during night as well as day.

Finally there's the last part. The side that I belong to. Where every home and building is painted or sculptures are added to it. By far, this side was more colorful and abstract. Some buildings even being shaped weird as part of the artist's special flare. Much like the musicians side, it feels as though the artist's don't sleep. Some take inspiration during the day, others during night.

Overall this island is beautiful. I love every part of it. It made being beaten to a pulp not so bad.

Currently, I was walking through the musician's side. My eyes studying each dancer's outfit. Some looked to be from traditional cultures, dancing to upbeat music as they swayed their colorful dresses back and forth. Others settled for more comfortable clothes, such as tight fitting shorts and shirts.

This was something I would love to draw. The movement was beautiful, and drawing the dresses looked absolutely fun.

As I peered closer, my eyes glanced at one of the musicians. Well, more like the reflection in their instrument.

My eyes widened as I realized a familiar purple haired woman was charging at me with blackened fists.

"Shit!" Quickly, I grabbed the closest weapon by me by instinct. Which happened to be a dancer's brightly colored fan. Really, it wasn't a weapon, but it would have to do for now. "Sorry!"

Turning around, I opened the fan and flicked my arm around. A huge gust of wind flew at my command, knocking everyone back a few feet. Even Arisu fell at the gust of wind.

The music faltered and everyone gathered their bearings, their attention on Arisu and I. When the woman stood, I raised the fan again. It was pathetic, but she had taken my weapons when I tried to take them back earlier.

Arisu glared at me, fixing her hair. Then a smirk grew. "Zahahaha!" She held her stomach, "Good! That worked out nicely! You actually stopped me for once!"

I let out a sigh, relaxing my stance. Even with my hour to myself she tried to attack me. How annoying.

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End of Chapter 47!

Alright, here's the first week of training for Katsu! Clearly, she has a long way to go.

Next chapter will be a six month time skip, as will the rest until we reach the end of the 2 years! Is there anything you guys are looking forward to? Any predictions on what she'll develop?

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