Otherworldly || One Piece Fanfiction

V | Training

"Seriously, you're enjoying this way too much!" A feminine voice exclaimed in exasperation and annoyance as its owner, a certain silver haired girl, swiftly tilted her head to the right to avoid a swing, just barely dodging it.

"What do you mean? It's training," An obviously amused voice replied in what he believed to be an innocent tone, swinging the Haki-coated sheath again. The female moved her head to the back to dodge the blow. "You're getting better at this,"

The man, Shanks, could practically feel Aella roll her eyes from behind her blindfold. "Yeah, I kinda have to if I don't want my face turning into freaking plum."

Shanks laughed, "All you have to do is dodge five hundred consecutive blows. So far, you've managed to do one hundred and three before getting hit, which isn't all that bad considering you only started training six months ago."

"What a long, painful six months they were. And you aren't even letting me touch my swords."

"As soon as you get this aspect of Kenbunshoku down, we can move on to Busoshoku, which is when you'll get your swords back."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with already,"

Aella focused her senses and ducked her head under another swing, determined to not let Shanks get another hit in before she at least reached one hundred ten. This was how her training had been since she boarded the Red Force; either Shanks, Benn or Yasopp would swing at her while she's blindfolded and trying to dodge, each blow being faster than the last. Though she is much better using Haki to locate and sense things than to evade attacks, but she's getting there.

She sure preferred Benn over the other two, though; Shanks didn't hold back at all (the guy even incorporates Haoshoku Haki to add more pressure on her. Calmness is needed to use Kenbunshoku, and with a superior willpower pressing down on her, it was really hard to concentrate. She was that close to passing out the first few times) and Yasopp held back too much-- but she was still grateful for the training, no matter how hellish it could be at times.

And don't get her wrong, getting used to this new world was by no means easy. She missed some of the accommodations her old provided her, namely the internet and technology in general, but Aella was good at adapting and sailing with a Yonko --even if it is temporary-- reassured her and gave her some confidence she didn't realize she needed.

She was grateful for having met the Red Hair Pirates.

_-_-_

The Red Hair Pirates were at a winter Island, hanging out in one of the caves in the mountains. Aella, who had finished her Busoshoku Haki training for the day, was outside the cave in a thick fur jacket while reading a book with a hot cup of coffee in her hand.

Suddenly, her senses started prickling, Color of Observation alerting her to someone approaching where the crew was. She closed her book, put her coffee mug on the snow and turned to the slope of the mountain to check who it was, seeing as she was on watch duty at the moment.

Her lower half disappeared as she flew up and forward (getting used to how weightless her legs were was damn hard, by the way), making sure to stay out of sight. As the girl scoped out the terrain, her eyes locked on an orange spot trekking through the snow with at least ten other blobs following it. She quickly realized that the orange thing was a cowboy hat, a hand holding it in place to keep it from flying away in the harsh chilly winds.

Aella's eyes widened when she acknowledged the fact that she recognized who it was and she wanted to smack herself for not noticing sooner, seeing as the signs were all there; this is a winter island with a snowy mountain terrain, and a certain pirate crew had been making a name for themselves over the last few months.