Blizz stood frozen in the corner of the docks, his hand still clutching the remnants of the strange fruit. The aftertaste was still horrendous—a bitter, sour flavor that lingered far too long, making his stomach churn. It was revolting, like something rotten that he had swallowed out of desperation. His gag reflex kicked in, and he fought hard to keep it down, swallowing the rest of the fruit with a grimace. He had to do it. One bite wouldn't be enough to give him the power, he reasoned. No, he needed it all.
The moment he swallowed the last of it, a jolt of power surged through his body. It wasn't just physical; it was mental, too. The world around him felt… sharper. His heart raced, and his senses buzzed with something new. The knowledge, the power—it came to him quickly, almost violently, filling his mind with strange and unfamiliar thoughts.
Chakra Chakra Fruit.
Blizz's breath caught in his throat. He stumbled back, his hand gripping the crate beside him as his mind scrambled to make sense of what had just happened. His heart hammered in his chest. No way… This is… from the Naruto world? Wasn't he in the one piece world was in some crossover world i hope not that would be some Messed up world
Jutsu. Ninja. The words echoed in his mind, too surreal to believe. But the power, the feeling inside him—it was undeniable.
His thoughts surged faster now, more coherent: Clone Jutsu, Transformation Jutsu, Substitution Jutsu… hand signs, chakra control… The memories were flooding into him, overwhelming in their intensity. He didn't know how he knew them, but it felt like a deep understanding—basic jutsu, the foundation of everything. He could almost feel the chakra flowing through his body, pulsing with each breath.
With a shaky breath, Blizz raised his hand and formed a few seals automatically. Rat, Tiger, Ox… His fingers moved with surprising ease, as if the knowledge of these hand signs had been burned into his memory. But even as he felt the jutsu stirring inside him, he knew he wasn't ready. He wasn't even sure he understood how to properly use chakra yet.
"I can't believe this," Blizz muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. His mind spun as he began to comprehend the magnitude of what had just happened.
This wasn't a dream. This was real.
The power was inside him, but it wasn't the same as the strength he'd gained before. This was a different kind of force—a spiritual energy he couldn't quite control. His body wasn't used to it, and neither was his mind. But the knowledge of chakra, of the basic jutsu—Clone Jutsu, Transformation Jutsu, Substitution Jutsu—and the hand signs came to him like a flood. He could feel the hand signs in his mind, each one etched clearly.
He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to steady himself. The power, the memories, the potential… It was all so much to handle. But he couldn't stop now. He knew what he had to do next. He needed to control this power.
Chakra control—that was where it started. He had to learn how to focus it, how to direct it. He remembered the Leaf Concentration, something he'd seen in the show once. He could almost picture the movement, the way the chakra needed to flow through his body. Tree Walking, too. He didn't need to start with something too difficult.
He looked around, seeing the familiar docks and workers who were still going about their business. They didn't notice him, but he felt… different. Everything felt different. He couldn't help but feel like they were all watching him, waiting for him to do something.
But there was no going back.
Blizz reached out and placed his hand on a nearby tree. He closed his eyes, focusing on the chakra flowing through his body. The knowledge of how to control it was there, waiting for him to access it, but it felt like it was just out of reach. He took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down, and began to concentrate.
His chakra stirred in his body as he focused, and slowly, his feet lifted off the ground. It wasn't much, but he felt the energy, the sensation of chakra pushing him upward. He exhaled sharply, his focus wavering for a moment.
He stumbled slightly, nearly falling, but quickly regained his balance. This is going to take some time… He knew that. He wasn't going to master chakra control overnight. But it was a start. At least now, he understood what he was dealing with.
He took another deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow, and glanced around to make sure no one had noticed his small stunt. He saw a few of the dock workers still eyeing him curiously, but they didn't seem to care too much. Blizz swallowed hard, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
He shook his head, trying to refocus. This wasn't the time for distractions. He had something far more important to figure out. Jutsu—chakra—training. There was no turning back now.
He'd need to keep this quiet, at least for now. People couldn't know what he could do, not until he understood it better. But the possibilities… He felt a sense of purpose growing inside him. This world, this power… There was something in it for him. Something he had to figure out.
The training had to begin now.
"Blizz! You're daydreaming again! Get back to work!" His supervisor's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Blizz quickly refocused, adjusting to the rhythm of the docks. But as he worked, his mind kept returning to the fruit and what it had done to him. What powers had he gained? What could he do with them?
As the day wore on, Blizz found himself struggling to concentrate. The memory of the fruit was fresh, and his mind kept drifting to the feeling of power he had experienced when he ate it. But what did it mean? He didn't know what chakra was or how to use it, but there was one thing he was sure of: something had changed.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. A worker approached, one of his colleagues from the docks, a man named Taro.
"You look off today, Blizz. You've been working here for a while now, and I can tell something's eating at you. What's going on?"
Blizz forced a smile. "Nothing. Just tired, that's all."
Taro didn't seem convinced, but he nodded. "Well, don't let it mess up your work. If you need a break, just say so."
Blizz appreciated the concern, but there was no time for breaks. Not now. Not when he had this strange new power inside him.
He finished his shift without incident, but every moment was filled with unease. The strange energy inside him seemed to grow stronger as the day wore on, as though it were calling out to him. The thought of training, of learning how to use this chakra, lingered in his mind.
By the time Blizz left the docks and made his way back to his temporary home, the sky had already begun to darken. He could hear the distant murmur of the city around him, the sounds of pirates and merchants, the hustle of life in Loguetown. But none of it felt real anymore. It was as though the world had shifted just a little bit out of place, and Blizz was no longer sure of his role in it.
As Blizz sat down in his room, a grin spread across his face, though it was mixed with disbelief. The fruit, the chakra, the memories—it was all overwhelming, yet exhilarating. This power, this new world, was at his fingertips, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline.
He placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath. Focus. He needed to make sense of it all. He couldn't just sit around; he had to learn to control this new power.
He closed his eyes, searching for the chakra inside him, the energy that now flowed through his body. It was like an electric buzz, pulsing and thrumming just beneath his skin. Though it felt foreign, it also felt… real. He could feel it building, ready to be harnessed.
He thought back to the jutsu he'd seen before—the basic ones. Clone Jutsu. Transformation Jutsu. Substitution Jutsu. They all came rushing back to him in a flood of memories. The names, the hand signs, the techniques. But that didn't mean he could just do them. The knowledge was there, yes, but the skill? That would take time.
Blizz shook his hands out, a little nervous. He was eager, but he knew he'd have to be patient with himself. This wasn't going to be easy. But hey, nothing worth doing ever was.
He placed his hands together in the first hand sign. Rat. No problem. He moved to the next one. Tiger. He fumbled a little, his fingers awkwardly shifting as he tried to recall the movements. His concentration faltered for a second, and the signs became a blur. Focus! Blizz thought. He corrected himself and tried again, slowly.
Ox. Yes, that was right. He took a deep breath, focusing on the memory of the hand signs.
He formed the final seal. The technique was there—he could feel it. He exhaled sharply, pushing the chakra out, ready to see what would happen. For a moment, nothing. He waited. His fingers tingled, but nothing moved.
Then, just as he was about to lose hope, the energy inside him surged. A small puff of smoke shot up in front of him, followed by another. The smoke cleared, revealing a figure—an imperfect clone of himself. The clone was wobbly, unstable. It was more like a blurry version of him, jagged at the edges, flickering like a poorly drawn character on a screen.
Blizz blinked in surprise. "What the…?" He reached forward, almost in disbelief. As soon as his hand touched the clone, it exploded into a puff of smoke. His heart pounded.
I did it, Blizz thought, still stunned. He hadn't expected perfection, but it was a start. The Clone Jutsu had worked, in a way. It wasn't the clean, precise clone he'd seen in the shows, but it was his first attempt. He could still feel the energy buzzing in his hands, a sign that the technique was real.
He sat back on his bed, breathing heavily, his mind racing. This is just the beginning, he realized. There were so many more jutsu to try, and this new power… it was his. But it wasn't going to be easy to control. He couldn't just jump into advanced techniques. He had to train, to practice.
What else could he do? Rasengan? Shadow Clone Jutsu? He could feel the possibilities swirling in his mind. But right now, he couldn't afford to get ahead of himself. He needed to learn control.
He stood up, pacing around the room. The Leaf Concentration Technique came to mind. He'd seen it in the show, a simple exercise to help a ninja control their chakra. If he could master that, he could do more advanced techniques later.
He went to the window, letting in the cool night air, and took a deep breath. Now, he had a purpose. The chakra flowing through his veins made everything feel more alive, more real. He didn't have to be a perfect ninja right now. He just had to take it one step at a time.
Blizz grinned. No more falling into the ocean for me, he thought. He could now stand on the water, walk on it like the ninjas he'd seen. That would make everything a lot easier.
With a renewed sense of determination, Blizz reached out and grabbed a couple of leaves from the tree outside. He returned to his room, sat cross-legged on his bed, and began to focus on the chakra within. The familiar energy hummed in his hands, urging him to harness it. His first steps would be small, but he could feel the power building within him, ready to be shaped.
I can do this, Blizz thought. I will do this.
The night stretched out before him. The possibilities seemed endless. But he had to be patient. It was a long road ahead, and he wasn't going to rush it. For the first time in his life, Blizz felt like he was on the path to something bigger than himself.