The m, Coby woke up early, stirred by a blend of excitement aermination. He was acutely aware of the physical limitations of his new body. In the simplest terms, Coby was far from the ideal image of strength and agility. He was short, chubby – a stark trast to the fit and active Kai Harrow of Earth. For Kai, this was uable. He was determio transform Coby's physique into something more befitting of the adventurous world he now inhabited.
Coby slipped away to the ship's celr, a pce rarely visited by the crew, especially at this hour. The celr was dimly lit, with crates and barrels stacked haphazardly. It was the perfect spot for a destine workout.
He began with basic exercises – push-ups, sit-ups, and squats. The movements were awkward at first, hindered by Coby's untrained body. But Kai's determination shohrough. Each push-up was a challenge, each squat a test of will. He could feel the burn in his muscles, a sensation he weled. It was a sign ress, of strength building in this new world.
As he worked out, Coby focused on the knowledge he had from his life as Kai. He remembered the training montages from various ahe grueling workouts that transformed ordinary characters into heroes. Inspired, he pushed himself harder, imagining the strength and skills he would o survive and thrive in the One Piece world.
Hours passed, and Coby's initial clumsiness gave way to a more trolled, deliberate series of movements. He ting, growing stronger. He could feel the potential within himself, the same potential that had turhe inal Coby into a formidable Marine officer in just two and a half years. With his cheat system, the Skill Weaver, he knew he could achieve even more.
As he rested betwees, Coby thought about the Skill Weaver. Now that he had earned some SP through observational learning, he wondered what else he could aplish. He o be strategic about earning and using SP. bat was the fastest way, but it was also the riskiest. He had to bahe need for strength with the need for caution.
Coby's mind raced with possibilities. He could use the Skill Weaver to s skills from the crew, learning from them covertly. He could also try fusing simple skills, creating something new and uo enhance his bat abilities. The key was to be smart and resourceful, using every opportunity to grow stronger.
As the sun began to rise, signaling the start of another day, Coby finished his workout. He was exhausted but exhirated. He had taken the first step towards transf himself from a meek boy into a capable, fident fighter.
Coby emerged from the celr, his body ag but his spirit undaunted. He resumed his chores on deck, but now with a new sense of purpose. Every sweep of the mop, every scrub of the deck was a step towards his goal.
As he was ing, Coby chuckled to himself, "Master Miyagi would be proud of me." But the moment was short-lived.
Hearing him chuckle, Alvida sauntered over, her heavy steps resonating on the wooden deck. "What are you ughing at, Coby?" Her harsh voice cut through the air, ced with a dangerous edge that made Coby's heart skip a beat.
Coby froze, mop in hand. He had momentarily fotten where he was, lost in the memories of his past life. Standing before him was Alvida in her formidable, pre-Devil Fruit form – rge, intimidating, and not someoo be taken lightly.
He quickly posed himself, l his gaze to avoid direct eye tact. "Nothing, Alvida-sama," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... just happy to be doing my job, Alvida-sama."
Alvida squi him, suspi evident in her eyes. "You're a strange one, Coby," she said, her tone mog. "Always so happy to scrub and . Makes me wonder if you're hiding something."
Coby's heart raced. Had he given himself away? He o be more careful, more in lih the inal Coby's character. "No, Alvida-sama," he said quickly, "I'm just grateful for the opportunity to serve."
Alvida snorted, seemingly satisfied with his response. "Well, keep w and maybe one day you'll be more than just a boy." With a final scrutinizing look, she turned and walked away, leaving Coby to his thoughts.
Coby let out a sigh of relief. That was close. He o blend in, to be the Coby everyone expected until he was strong enough to make his move. He gnced around, ensuring Alvida was out of earshot, then thought to himself, "Okay, Kai. Time to get serious."
He returo his ing, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about the limits of his cheat system, about the possibilities it presented. He could potentially s skills from the crew, but he o be discreet. He couldn't afford to draw attention to himself, especially not from Alvida.
As he worked, Coby pnned his steps. He would observe the crew, looking for opportuo learn new skills. He would tinue his physical training, building up his strength and stamina. And he would be on the lookout for any ce to earn more SP.
Days passed by, and Coby settled intorous routine. Each m, before the rest of the crew awoke, he snuck down to the celr for his workout. Push-ups, sit-ups, and shadowboxing became his dawn chorus. His body ached with the strain, but each day, he felt a little stronger, a little more capable.
During the day, as he performed his chores, Coby's eyes and ears were stantly alert. He watched the crew members, noting their skills and teiques. There was Roga, who had a knack for khrowing, his wrists flig with an effortless grace. Then there was Balto, whose brawny arms wielded a heavy hammer with surprising agility.
Coby observed them covertly, mimig their movements when he was alone. As he practiced throwing imaginary knives and swinging an invisible hammer, the Skill Weaver interface chimed in his mind.
[Observational Learnied: Khrowing Basics. 10 SP awarded.]
Excited by the progress, Coby tinued, fog on Balto's hammer teique.
[Observational Learnied: Basic Hammer Handling. 15 SP awarded.]
Eaew skill he observed and practiced brought a small but signifit reward. Over several weeks, Coby accumuted close to 205 SP. He felt a sense of achievement - he was no lohe powerless boy but someoh potential.
With his newfound SP, Coby decided it was time to s a basic ability. He chose ohat seemed most immediately useful in his current situation - Basic Stealth. It was a skill he observed from a crew member named Jax, who had a talent for moving silently and unnoticed.
Activating the Skill Weaver, Coby focused on Jax, who was quietly slipping around the deck, almost invisible to the untrained eye.
[Skill S initiated on 'Basic Stealth'. Analysis in progress… Skill essence captured. 200 SP deducted.]
The process left him with 5 SP, a signifit dent in his accumuted points, but the skill he gained was worth it. Now, he could move around the ship with greater ease, redug the risk of drawing unwatention from Alvida or the crew.
Over the few days, Coby practiced his ealth skill, blending into the background, unseen and unheard. He also kept up his physical training and tio observe and learn from the crew.
But it was not easy. Firstly, Coby, in Kai's sciousness, didn't have the base to learn advanced skills. He could only learn the basi his own. And sing advanced skills was too expehere weren't many people on Alvida's ship who possessed diverse skills. In fact, finding three different styles on Alvida's ship was already a miracle.
Instead, he focused on his physical training, which had already started to show results. Not only had he slimmed down, but he also began to form muscles, which he had to hide. He took inspiration from the master of disguise, Uncle Iroh. Coby ed a b around his stomach, creating the illusion of a belly, so others would assume he was still the chubby boy. But he was careful not to overdo it, lest Alvida think he was ing a lot of precious food.
Alvida was notoriously stingy with provisions. If she suspected Coby of overeating, it could spell trouble. So, aintaihe ruse of a soft, unassuming boy, while secretly honing his body and skills.
Eaight, uhe cover of darkness, Coby would remove the b and gaze at his transf physique. He was siderably taller, slimmer, his arms were firmer, his stomach ftter, and his overall strength had increased. He felt a sense of pride and hope. He was being someone who could potentially stand his ground in this perilous world.
By day, Coby kept his demeanor timid and submissive, blending into the ship's routine. He scrubbed the decks, prepared meals, and avoided drawing attention. But his eyes were always watg, learning from the crew's iions, their fighting styles, and their habits.
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