Iron , Blood And a Quiet Ticking
It was the sound of breaking wood that pulled Kira out of his thoughts.
Not a crack. Not a groan from some tired scaffolding.
But the sharp, screaming snap of a beam shattering under force.
And then—shouting.
Men yelling. Tools dropping. Heavy boots stomping the dock.
Kira's eyes shot open.
From his spot behind the warehouse, he sprinted toward the sound without hesitation, vaulting over barrels, cutting around the corner of the shipyard.
What he saw made his jaw tighten.
The shipyard was in chaos.
Two ships were docked—one of them unfamiliar, smaller and clearly modified for speed. Several armed men had spilled onto the pier, weapons drawn. They weren't Marines. Their clothes were mismatched. Their faces unshaven. Their grins wide and hungry.
Pirates.
Turlo stood near the shop entrance, holding a heavy wrench like a club, shouting at the apprentices to fall back. Two of the kids were huddled behind overturned crates, terrified.
One of the pirates grabbed a hammer off a bench and smashed a half-built rudder to pieces.
"This ain't your place!" Turlo roared.
The pirate laughed. "Now it is!"
Kira stepped into view.
Turlo saw him. "Boy—get outta here. This ain't your fight!"
But Kira didn't stop walking. His steps were steady, slow. Measured.
The pirates noticed him—one of them, taller than the rest, grinned and raised his sword. "Look, boys. A hero."
Kira cracked his knuckles. The weight in his limbs pulsed like lightning.
"Not a hero," he muttered. "But you just made this personal."
[side Quest triggered - "Defend the Shipyard"]
Objective: Neutralize hostile attackers
Bonus: Protect Turlo and all apprentices
Reward: EXP, Credits, Bonus Loot (varies by performance)
The first pirate lunged, swinging a chipped cutlass at Kira's side.
Too slow.
Kira shifted his weight, ducked under the swing, and slammed his fist into the man's gut like a piledriver.
CRACK!
The pirate's body folded in half midair before crashing into a stack of planks.
[Enemy Defeated – Brutal Impact Bonus: +15 EXP]
Another pirate yelled and charged with an axe. Kira sidestepped, grabbed his wrist mid-swing, and twisted it until it cracked—then drove an elbow into the side of his face.
He didn't use a stance. He didn't need one.
He was the stance.
Another tried to stab from behind.
Kira felt it coming.
He spun, catching the attacker's wrist, and headbutted him clean across the jaw.
Blood flew. The man dropped like a stone.
Nine more came at once.
This time, Kira didn't wait.
He charged, fists slamming into ribs, jaws, shoulders. Every strike felt like thunder. One punch caved a man into a wall. Another sent someone flying over a bench.
The last pirate tried to run.
Kira was faster.
He grabbed the back of the man's collar, yanked him back, and threw a clean uppercut that lifted the guy off his feet and straight into the dirt.
Silence fell.
The shipyard was wrecked. Tools scattered. Boards broken. But Turlo was unharmed. The apprentices stared at Kira like they were seeing something else—not just a dockworker, but something heavier.
Something dangerous.
[Quest Complete: Defend the Shipyard]
• Enemies Defeated: 12/12
• Allies Injured: 0
• Shipyard Damage: Moderate
• Performance Rating: A+
Rewards:
• +300 EXP
• +2,500 Credit
• [Loot Crate – Combat Tier I] x2
• Passive Skill Upgrade: [Unarmed Expertise I → II]
• Bonus Trait: [Brute Reputation – Minor (Shells Town)]
[Status Update – Level 6 → 8]
Turlo walked over, wrench still in hand. He stared at the pile of unconscious pirates, then at Kira.
"You hit like a sea train," he grunted.
Kira shrugged. "I can do better."
Turlo stared another second, then spat to the side. "Hell of a time to be humble. You just saved my shop, kid. Next time someone messes with us, I'm pointing them at you."
Kira smiled faintly. He didn't need thanks.
He needed to grow.
He looked at his fists—knuckles bruised, but solid.
There was no turning back now.
——
The world kept turning.
Ships came and went. Marines patrolled. Pirates whispered and sailed.
And somewhere inside Shells Town, in back alleys and forest clearings, Raven D. Kira was becoming something more.
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[Time Skip – Three Months Later]
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Daily Routine:
• Wake up before dawn
• Physical conditioning (running, bodyweight circuits, resistance training)
• Combat drills (fistwork, evasive maneuvers, takedowns)
• Questing (errands, training sessions, bounty retrievals, escort work)
• Meditation & system optimization at night
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[Level Progression ]
Level 10 Reached – MAJOR PERK UNLOCKED
→ Perk: "Limit Breaker I" – Temporarily exceed stat limits by 25% for 30 seconds (Cooldown: 2 hours
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Level 25 Reached – MAJOR PERK UNLOCKED
→ Perk: "Iron Soul" – Permanent +10 to Willpower, resistance to mental manipulation, and immune to fear-based effects
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[ Status ]
•Name: Raven D.Kira
• Title: Transmigrator
• Race: Human
• Age: 21
• Affiliation: Pirate
• Bounty: None
• Level: 27 (EXP: 120/5000)
•Credits: 7000
•Stat Points Available: 0
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Stats:
•Strength:44
•Agility: 37
•Stamina: 40
•Perception: 32
•Intelligence: 28
•Willpower: 38
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• Dodge Technique I → II
• Battle Instinct I → III
•Quick Learner I → IV
•[Martial Arts IV: 12% Mastery]
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The fists were no longer just weapons. They were extensions of his will—blunt tools of precision and destruction. His dodging became instinctive. His punches struck harder than most low-tier devil fruit attacks. And every time he leveled up, the rush of energy made him feel closer to something legendary.
Kira didn't stay hidden.
By the second month, small-time bounty hunters and pirate scouts had come sniffing around the island. Some were looking for easy marks. Others came asking about "the fighter in the east dock."
Kira made sure none of them left smiling.
He didn't kill. Yet. But he made sure they remembered him.
Word spread.
He even started crafting his own training gear, weighted gauntlets and ankle bands using ship scrap. Turlo caught him at it once and just shook his head.
"You're gonna punch yourself into the ground, boy."
"Then I'll punch my way back out," Kira said, grinning.
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-Interlude: A Quiet Ticking-
The quest was a quiet one.
Help an old carpenter gather wood from the outskirts of town. No danger. No thrill. Just the sound of wind through the trees and the weight of logs on his shoulder.
Kira liked it that way. It gave him time to breathe.
By the time he returned and the carpenter clapped him on the back in thanks, the sky had turned orange, and the system softly chimed in his mind.
[Quest Complete: Gathering for the Old Oak ]
Credits Earned: +100
EXP Gained: +140
Bonus Reward: Memory Echo Item ]
That last part made him stop walking.
A small light shimmered in the air in front of him. No sound. No box. Just a flicker, like a falling star.
And then something cool and solid slipped into his palm.
He looked down.
A wristwatch.
Simple. Thin black leather strap. Silver face. A faint scratch across the glass.
His heart stopped.
He knew this watch.
He turned it over—and there it was. A tiny engraving on the back, worn by time:
"To my Kira – Don't be late for your dreams."
– Mom
His hand trembled.
He hadn't seen it in years. Not since—
Not since the funeral.
She gave it to him when he turned sixteen. Said it wasn't expensive, but it was important. Said she wanted him to have something that always told the truth—time, she said, doesn't lie.
And then, she was gone.
He closed his fingers around it like it might vanish again. The wind whispered through the trees, and for a moment, he thought he could hear her voice in it.
The system chimed again
[Item: Mother's Watch –Origin World]
No combat function. Sentimental value: High
"Time doesn't forget. Neither do we."
Kira sat down on the edge of the dirt path, the watch clutched in his hand, his breath shaky.
He'd forgotten her laugh. Her cooking. The way she'd always pulled him back when the world felt too loud.
But not this.
Not this.
Kira sank down on a patch of grass by the roadside, the sunset painting the sky in orange and violet.
The watch ticked quietly in his hand. Not loud. Just enough to hear if you really listened.
And he did.
He listened.
For a long time.
——
When he stood again
The road was empty, the town lights flickering in the distance, and the only sound was the faint tick of the watch on his wrist.
He didn't rush.
Each step felt a little heavier—but not in a bad way. It was the kind of weight that reminded you something mattered. That you weren't just moving forward… you were carrying something with you.
He glanced down at the watch again.
Still ticking.
Still here.
Just like him.
Maybe this world would never give him all the answers. Maybe the system wouldn't explain why it gave him that watch—why now, why this way.
But Kira didn't need a reason anymore.
Some things…
Some people…
They stayed with you.
Even after they were gone.
And as he walked back into the quiet of Shells Town, the shadows stretching long behind him, Kira knew one thing for sure:
He'd make her proud.
-End of Interlude-
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System Quests Summary (Past 3 Months):
• Completed Daily Quests: 86
• Side Quests: 12
• Mini-Boss Quests: 2
• Combat Wins: 36
• Combat Losses: 0
• EXP Earned: 13,600
• Credits: 19,800
• Loot Crates (Uncommon): 27 opened
• Loot Crates (rare): 3
• Loot Crates (epic): 1
• Loot Crates (Legendary): 1
• Skill Tokens: 3 used (Unarmed Skills +1 Tier Each)
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"Time for the big crates,"
The system interface flickered to life as Kira stood before the five crates arranged in a line. Each one pulsed with a distinct hue—cool blues, a violent purple, and finally, a box that shimmered gold like a fragment of the sun.
[Opening: Rare Loot Box ]
•Item: Lightweight Combat Cloak – Rare
[Opening: Rare Loot Box ]
•Skill Module: Elbow Break I – Rare
[Opening: Rare Loot Box ]
•Perk: Second Wind – Rare
"Yeah, didn't expect much. Let's just open the epic already."
[Opening: Epic Loot Box ]
•Perk: Fighter's Focus – Epic (Unlocked)
Increases reaction speed by 10% when outnumbered or below 50% health.
"Not bad actually"
"Okay okay—legendary crate, don't let me down!"
[Opening: Legendary loot box – Call of the Deep]
•Item: Hoshigami – Great Grade Sword – Legendary]
One of the 21 Great Grade swords. Forged in starlight. Whispers only to those with will strong enough to listen.
He reached out.
His fingers brushed the hilt—and the moment they did, it felt like the blade breathed.
A hum climbed up his arm, not mechanical—alive. Not cold—resonant.
When he unsheathed it, the steel shimmered with faint celestial light. Not glowing, not flashy—honest.
The kind of weapon that didn't just kill—it remembered.
"Sadly, I'm no swordsman… maybe someone in the crew can use it."
——
The system remained steady—rewarding routine, sharpening the edges of his potential.
And all the while, far to the south, a young man in a straw hat was sailing across the sea on a tiny boat, laughing at the sky.
But Kira didn't know that.
——
The wind smelled like salt and something heavier—change.
Kira stood shirtless on the rocky cliff overlooking the sea, fists wrapped in tape, sweat dripping down his back. His body was hardened, sculpted by months of grinding. But inside, something still gnawed at him.
He wasn't made to follow orders.
And he sure as hell wasn't staying docked forever.
That's when he turned from the cliffside to head back—when he saw her…
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