𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 | 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 ✔️

lives

Everything hurts. Her arms, her legs, her neck, her thighs, her throat, her abdomen, her nose, her head, everything hurts. She wants to stop- there's never been a harder training than this and with all the training she's been through, that says something.

There's sweat running down her neck and blood dripping from her nose yet she isn't given enough time before something is thrown at her whether it be a punch, a kick, or a knife. This training is different. None of his punches are light like before, none without the coating of haki and she isn't given water until the end of the hours of training.

When her father isn't present to train her, someone else always is, someone like a vice-admiral who is just as brutal as her father though thankfully not as strong, so she can actually attack or dodge their attacks from time-to-time.

When she returns to her bed for rest, Masayoshi barely has the chance to drop into her bed before she passes out and sleep for hours until the morning (about five hours of sleep), but despite the brutality of this training, she's grateful. It doesn't let her think about anything except surviving, doesn't give her any time for anything and when she falls asleep, she dreams of nothing.

It's a relief, since all of her dreams consist of a meadow of green, linked hands and quiet laughs with eyes of gold twinkling with admiration.

It hurts when she wakes up. None of her thoughts of him are ever happy, always sorrowful.

Even so, Masayoshi can't bring herself to regret ever meeting him. William had completed her, had been her other half, and she'd never felt so full before, and when he'd taken that half away from her when he left, she'd never felt so empty.

She loved and then lost William and the desire to be near him again is constant, but that's impossible so she will instead suffer endlessly. The pain of this training is nothing compared to the thoughts she would gather (prior to the training) late at night in the cells her father had placed her in on the journey back to headquarters. It was as if she was going insane, one could argue that it was the worst feeling in the world (it is to her).

But once more, Masayoshi will soon rather die than say she regretted meeting him.

"Get up."

Obeying is her only choice, but her body doesn't obey. A large and calloused hand roughly grabs her arm, pulls her up and steadies her. Her vision is blurry and breath is shaky, and just when she brings shaking arms up in front of her face in a pathetic attempt to defend her face from the approaching and darkened fist, something stops it.

Then darkness clouds her vision, and Masayoshi falls to the ground, unconscious.

"That's enough, Akainu." Garp's haki-coated hand is enclosed around the mans own coated fist. His gaze lingers on the young girl unconscious on the ground, a quiet rage in his eyes before they return to the stoic man in front of him.

Akainu is a rough and harsh man, he's aware of that. But for him to beat his own daughter to such a state... it angers him to no end. He has half a mind to beat the admiral himself, but that'll cause more trouble than he wants. Right now, his main focus was getting the young lass to a medical professional, or to the infirmary.

"What could she have done to deserve not only a demotion, but this as well..." After the black faded from Akainus fist, he released it and moved to protectively stand in front of the girl. "even if this is training, it's too harsh."

"You have no place to speak about the harshness of my training, especially when it is to my own child." Akainu attempted to advance forwards but Garp pushed him back. It only angered the admiral.