Earth, 2025
Zac slouched in his chair, the blue glow of the computer screen illuminating his tired face. Another night of procrastination, homework pushed aside for manga chapters and gaming sessions. The clock read 1:37 AM. School tomorrow would be brutal.
Yet he couldn''t sleep. For weeks now, a persistent idea had nagged at him, a One Piece fanfiction concept that wouldn''t leave his brain. He''d never written anything creative before, unless you counted half-hearted English assignments.
"Let''s just try it," he muttered to himself, opening a blank document. Not knowing how to write a novel, he decided to skip the plotting, world building, and character creation for now.
The cursor blinked accusingly at him. He typed ''Chapter 1'' and then stared at the emptiness below it.
Three false starts and two hours later, Zac had managed to hammer out the barest skeleton of an idea. His protagonist would be a normal guy—relatable, ordinary—who transmigrated into an alternate One Piece world. No godlike powers, no system, no special abilities.
Just one unique twist: the main character would have two bodies sharing one consciousness. A perfect clone, essentially. Not particularly powerful as far as transmigration tropes went, but it felt... different.
"Should''ve given him observation haki from the start," Zac mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Or made him Gol D. Roger''s secret son or something."
His eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute. The document saved automatically as he closed his laptop and stumbled toward his bed. He didn''t even bother changing out of his clothes.
"Tomorrow," he promised himself as consciousness slipped away. "I''ll figure out the world-building tomorrow."
Sleep claimed him instantly, his mind drifting into dreams of vast oceans and endless adventure—unaware that the half-formed character he''d created was about to become his new reality.
If only he had plotted more or given his MC more cheats… Without knowledge of the alternate One Piece world, and with his only cheat being a second body, Zac would have to start from ground zero and slowly work his way up from there.
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North Blue, Ravencall Isle, 1384
Kain''s perspective — (The story will be told through either Kain''s or Talon''s(Kain''s clone) perspective with very few switches… Since this is a One Piece fanfic, I do plan to occasionally shift focus to other characters during key moments—especially individual fights—to fully explore their perspectives and growth.…)
Kain Crowe sat on the rocky outcrop overlooking the slate-gray waters surrounding Ravencall Isle.
Thirteen years had passed since Zac''s consciousness had been divided between two vessels: his own wiry frame with tousled dark brown hair and thoughtful green eyes, and Talon Drake''s stockier build with straight black hair and expressive brown eyes.
Two separate bodies housing a single consciousness.
He found comfort in knowing he wasn''t navigating this world alone. Two fellow orphans had become more than friends—they were his brothers in all but blood.
Ash Creed, with his perpetually disheveled auburn hair and that gleam of mischief in his hazel eyes, could extract laughter from even the bleakest situations.
Then there was Redd Thorne, towering over them with his neat sandy blonde hair and contemplative steel-blue gaze, forever the stabilizing influence when their escapades veered toward recklessness.
Watching over their makeshift family was Garik Stone, the broad-shouldered and heavily bearded man who''d given four orphaned boys a home. Behind the old man''s intimidating exterior and commanding presence beat a heart of surprising tenderness.
Kain traced a pattern in the loose stones with his fingertip as he contemplated the peculiar gift his situation offered him. Though he inhabited the body of a thirteen-year-old, the memories and wisdom of Zac—his true self from Earth—provided a unique lens through which to view this world.
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Yet for all his transplanted knowledge, Garik Stone consistently humbled him, teaching him ways to view the world that he hadn''t thought possible.
The old man had taken in four orphaned boys and shaped them into something more than mere survivors. His weathered hands guided theirs with weapons training, his gruff voice imparted history lessons, and his piercing eyes taught them to read people''s intentions before words were spoken.
. . .
The afternoon sun dipped lower toward the horizon. Kain stretched his lean frame and stood, deciding it was time to return home. Their cabin waited deep within the forest—a testament to how far they''d come.
He still remembered when Garik had delivered his ultimatum when the last of them had turned ten: survive or perish. The four brothers had faced hungry predators, violent storms, and their own desperation during those early months. They''d huddled together in makeshift shelters, nursing wounds and sharing meager meals.
But gradually, surviving became living. They learned to anticipate the forest''s rhythms, to hunt efficiently, to build structures that withstood the elements. What began as a brutal test evolved into pride as they constructed their cabin—log by log, nail by nail.
When Garik finally returned to them, his nod of approval had meant more than any praise could express.
Now their days followed a reliable pattern: mornings for physical training, afternoons for academic study, evenings for practical skills. Under Garik''s tutelage, their minds expanded alongside their strengthening bodies.
. . .
Kain descended from the rocky outcrop, following the familiar trail through the dense woods toward their cabin. The scent of pine and salt air mingled as he walked, his footsteps crunching on the needle-strewn path. He couldn''t help but smile at the predictability of what awaited him.
As he pushed open the wooden door, the cabin''s interior confirmed his expectations. Ash remained sprawled across his bed, limbs tangled in threadbare blankets, snoring softly.
Redd sat hunched at his desk by the window, his pencil scratching methodically across the pages of his leather-bound journal—a morning ritual he never missed.
Talon, his clone, like him, liked to get fresh air in the morning and was currently walking back to the cabin at a leisurely pace.
. . .
While the two bodies shared the same soul with everything that came with it, luckily for Zac, he was able to choose when he wanted to merge the souls/memories.
Most of the time he just kept the two souls unmerged, which essentially allowed him to live two lives, while when the souls were merged, it felt more like he was one large soul controlling two bodies.
He did have to merge his soul at least once a day or he would start to feel incomplete, but other than that, there were no other problems.
. . .
Kain glanced at the position of sunlight streaming through the cabin''s small windows. Training would begin soon, and Ash showed no signs of stirring. With a mischievous grin, Kain grabbed the wooden bucket of yesterday''s rainwater they kept for washing.
He crept toward Ash''s bed, bucket in hand, and with a swift motion, emptied its contents over his friend''s sleeping form.
"What the hell, man!" Ash bolted upright, auburn hair plastered to his forehead, hazel eyes wide with indignation. Water dripped from his chin as he glared at Kain.
Kain couldn''t suppress his laughter at the familiar scene. "Get up, it''s about time to start training."
"Fine," Ash growled, wiping water from his face, "but quit doing that... how many times do I got to say that?"
Ignoring the empty threat, Kain retreated to the common room. He settled into one of the hand-carved chairs, waiting for Garik to return from tending his garden—another morning constant in their carefully structured lives.
. . .
Kain watched the cabin door, tracking the passing minutes with quiet impatience. Nearly half an hour had elapsed since he''d returned when the door finally swung open. Garik''s broad frame that stood at 9''8 ft (2.92 M) filled the entrance, but something in the old man''s bearing made Kain straighten in his chair. (In case you forgot, One Piece heights are all over the place…)
The usual commanding presence remained, but beneath it lurked something unfamiliar—hesitation.
"Boys, come gather around," Garik announced, his stance unnaturally stiff.
Kain exchanged glances with his brothers. This deviation from routine, no immediate call to training, confirmed his suspicion that something significant had changed. He dragged his chair forward, noting how Talon, Ash, and Redd mirrored his movement, forming a semicircle before their mentor.
Garik stood before them in uncomfortable silence. His weathered face shifted through expressions as though wrestling with unspoken thoughts. Kain resisted the urge to prompt him, knowing better than to rush the old man''s deliberation.
Minutes stretched like hours until resolve hardened in Garik''s eyes.
"Boys, I got some good news and some bad news," he finally declared, voice finding its familiar strength. "The good news is you four will finally be on your own and can do as you like.….. the bad news is I''m leaving..."
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[Kain’s current stats: (This isn’t a system, just a way to keep up with his progress)
Physique: 4.93(0.1 - 1000) — avg adult citizen 1 — Physique = (Strength, Speed, Constitution)
Stamina: 5.07(0.1 - 1000)
Haki: None — Will eventually be split up into armament, observation, etc.
Devil Fruit - None — Devil Fruit ex - Blank-Blank Fruit: 3.4%(0.1 - 100% Unawakened) then (0.1 - 100% Awakened)
Rokushiki: None — Will eventually be split up into Soru(Shave), Geppo(Moon Walk), etc.]
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[Talon’s current stats:
Physique: 5.01
Stamina: 4.95
Haki: None
Devil Fruit - None
Rokushiki: None]
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I''ll try to do this every five chapters.
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