As always, the waves danced upon the yellow sands, their rhythmic caress a gentle whisper against the shore. The sky, a serene expanse of cyan, stretched above, while the golden sun wove its delicate threads of light through the azure expanse.
Together, they crafted a living painting, where each crest of the wave and each ray of sunlight blended into a harmonious symphony of nature's beauty.
But I –the ever lover of nature– pay no attention to this magnificent sight as I already got bored of it.
'Well, staying alone on an island for a long time can do that to you.'
Instead, I focus on my current experiment/training. Which is, tree climbing.
While it is associated with the famous blond ninja in an orange jumpsuit as the most famous/infamous training in Anime history, it still applies to Hamon too, unfortunately.
"It is not Chakra training but Life-Magnetism It is not Chakra training but Life-Magnetism It is not Chakra training but Life-Magnetism It is not Chakra training but Life-Magnetism," I murmur in a low voice to try –and fail– to convince myself that I am doing something different.
Joseph Jostar and Caesar Zeppeli were able to master Hamon this way. Although the way they learned it was a bit more 'bizarre'.
Because there are no walls with slippery oil washing through them to make a hell-like climbing training, I will make do with tree climbing thank you.
'Even if I have them, I won't use them, I am doing this to pass the time not to kill myself. Moreover, maintaining and operating such a thing will be a nightmare.'
While wearing the double masks, I take a breath through the rhythm of the Hamon, walk to what I think is the safest/sturdiest tree for me to climb, and put my hand on it.
Sparks on the Hamon spread around me and I was able to stick my hand on the tree.
"Good!"
With the first step completed, I started climbing the tree.
The goal of the training is not climbing the tree itself, but to be able to use the Hamon strongly and long enough to climb.
My hands and bare feet have golden-like sparks of electricity sticking me to the tree while I am climbing it.
Which could sound cool, but I know it is not.
'I don't want to think about how I look when climbing because I know I look stupid. Think of something else, damn it!'
The Hamon has the feature of adhering or rebelling materials to the user. This could be used for a myriad of applications, like sticking to things to climb on various structures or pushing them to walk on water.
And now I am using the adhering aspect to stick to the tree and climb it, this could help me control my Hamon better.
Through, I was still half hugging the tree while climbing, as my control could fail at any moment. No one was stupid enough to think that I could do it easily from the first time.
'Even though there is only me on this island.'
As if I was jinxing myself, halfway through the tree, I started to feel like I was slipping.
Hugging the tree tightly and taking a moment to stop and calm myself. After a few deep breaths, I started climbing again more carefully and slowly this time.
"Yes Hachiman, safety first. Don't follow the idiotic rules of 'Youth'."
Leaving my inside joke aside, I don't want to fall no matter what. Although my physical condition was improving noticeably since I started training with Hamon, no need for me to test my limits like this, as this was clearly foolish.
'And if something happens, no one will help me. So there it is better not to push your luck, you know how that turns around for you.'
Close to the top of the tree, the space for me to put my hand was getting less and less, so I was hugging the tree more and more until I reached the top.
Reaching the top, I sigh at my accomplishment and look around the island.
Although it is not big, the damn place still has a beauty to it.
"…there are still no ships in sight."
It is now almost two weeks since I was kidnapped on this island. And I have not seen a ghost of a ship during all of this time, almost like this area was a no-ship zone.
'But is something like that even exist?'
Though I had no idea about that, I still kept looking around, hoping to see any shadow of a ship passing through.
It wasn't until I started to get really uncomfortable that I made my way down.
After reaching the ground I walked back to the camp with depressing thoughts in my head.
'No no, I can go on like that.'
Deciding that I can't keep being depressed like this. The best way for me out of this is a good delicious meal.
I open the tent and get to the Icebox I had, opening it and retrieving the rest of the fish I caught yesterday. It was a different fish from the one I hunted in the first time fishing –as this one is much smaller– but it was also very tasty, I have tried other types of fish too from this island and all of them are delicious.
'Which is not normal.'
This in turn sparked the questions inside my mind, is this island special or it is the sea? There is no way such a place exists with such exotic and tasty catches and no one hears about it.
Even with the possibility that the world is large, this is so abnormal. With the greed of people and such precious resources–Yes it is a precious resource–such things will not be kept hidden. And even if they hide one or two types somehow, what about nearly a dozen and maybe way more in this sea.
"This sea…"
Which makes one ask how they can hide this sea, how come there is no ship passing over from here.
As there is no way anyone can hide a sea, there are only two explanations in my mind.
The first is this sea or this place of water is so remote that no one even thinks of passing through here.
'But this explanation is not very convincing, as it not only does not tell me how no one has passed through here for two weeks. Moreover,'
I look at the Box that I now accepted as my cursed ghost.
'The first explanation doesn't tell me why such a thing even exists.'
"…"
The second hypothesis is this sea is not on any map I know of. Or more like this is a completely different worl-
"There is just no way."
I push the stupid thoughts out of my head, I am not in denial it is just that I am no longer delusional.
Such a thing is plain impossible, it only has a place in fiction not in real life.
'But so does the Box, right?'
***
The weather on the island was shrouded in an oppressive gloom as if the storm from two days ago had cast a permanent touch over everything.
Though it should have been noon, the sky was obscured by a thick, impenetrable layer of clouds that seemed to swallow all light.
The sun—if it existed at all—was hidden behind a dense, heavy cover of clouds, leaving the world in a perpetual twilight.
The remnants of the violent storm that had battered the island only hours earlier hung in the air, their aftermath a chilling reminder of nature's fury. The once amazing view on this island is now shrouded in a dismal haze.
"…"
To tell the truth, I was very scared of the storm. The waves covered the entire island, I was sticking myself to the rock in the middle of the island using Hamon to not be blown away by the wind. The water was reaching my waist.
There was a moment when I thought this would go on forever. The storm should be far away but it almost felt like I was in the middle of it. I couldn't even imagine a ship that could survive this storm.
'I hope there is. Otherwise, I am doomed.'
"Sigh…"
Looking at my now semi-restored camp, I just didn't know what to feel about that, everything was lost, the tent was the first thing to be lost of course, then all of the stored food and other items.
The only things that stayed was me –thankfully–was the gold pile I buried in the middle of the island, and the Box.
All the fishing gears are also lost as I didn't find them when I checked on to see them his morning, I had ordered them again but didn't set them up in the sea.
I was going to wait until the water calmed down and then set the fishing gears again, trying to work in this troubled weather will only spell disaster that I can easily avoid. I shouldn't take unnecessary risks for no reason.
'Shouldn't take unnecessary risks, huh?'
"I feel like I am saying this word a lot lately."
Nevertheless, it also was a wake-up call for me.
At any moment, this island could turn uninhabitable or become completely unavailable. I was staying here because I had no other place to go and I hadn't seriously thought of leaving the island. After all, it is suicide.
Who would leave the safety of the land for the unpredictability of the sea? This is the normal thought process that you don't need to think twice, but I forgot that my situation is anything but ordinary. And that could lead me to very dangerous circumstances.
Therefore, in conclusion, I should be ready and have a plan to leave the island at any moment, as I couldn't wait for a ship to pass by here forever.
And to up my chances of survival out there, upping my mastery of Hamon is necessary.
"Seriously, this thing is the reason I am alive now."
'And it could help me if whoever kidnapped me appeared, so I should resume this new training.'
There is a training I started the day before the storm started, the concept is about impeding something with Hamon and using it.
While I could use the items the main characters used in the series like Lisa's Muffler, I had another idea.
'A better idea.'
I take the Box to the water and fill it with seawater in one quick move, then Order something from it.
Opening the lid of the Box, I find an ammo box of rubber bullets inside.
Yes, rubber bullets.
Not just that, I also have a gun on the table near the tent as well.
I ordered the gun when I started this training before the storm happened, but then the storm swept that one away, so I had to get another.
Walking to the table with the bullet cartage, I take the gun in my hand and look at it.
On its barrel written [Walter P99,
'To be honest I didn't know what the model name was. I saw it in a movie and ordered it for my training.'
Not wasting any more time, I open the Ammo box and open the magazine of the gun with the rubber bullets.
After the magazine was full, I filled the other two magazines with bullets too, and walked to my makeshift shooting range.
Calling it a shooting range was a bit exaggerating, it is just a wooden board with a circle drawn on it with a marker pen.
Standing about 50 meters from the target, I take aim, remove the safety, and take a breath according to the Hamon rhythm.
'It is good that no one saw me when I was training with this thing for the first time, I almost killed myself.'
Then I slowly start to impede the rubber pellet inside the bullet with Hamon.
It was actually possible, the polymer proved to be very conductive to Hamon, and finding and embedding the rubber pellet was easy to do after some training.
The purpose of the training was actually this. To learn how to imbue Hamon into things and use them.
While doing that is easy with simple things like a wooden Bo staff or a muffler, I thought it would be better to use it with something like a gun.
As weapons, guns have the advantage of range and power, if they could be used with Hamon, many interesting things could be achieved.
Of course, the problem with Hamon is it could pass or be conducted through metal, but the metal could not hold the ripples. While there are some guns that are made of things other than metal, the bullets are all metal.
Making sure my aim was right I took the shot
BANG!
Then again.
BANG!
And again.
BANG!
I continue all the way until the magazine is empty.
"All the shots hit the targets. Yes, all the shots hit the target. I said that so it must be true. If anyone has objections can say it now… No one? None? Then I must be right."
With no more bullets in the magazine, I walk to the target and see my results.
Halfway to the target, I already know I achieved good results.
The wooden target was now full of small budding green branches.
By embedding the Hamon inside the rubber pellets, I can use the Hamon with the gun, and any overdrive technique could be used with it.
With the range and power of the gun, the possibilities will be a lot to make use of, even something like a healing bullet could be used.
Adding to all of that, I am also training my shooting skills. Truly, this is an all-win situation.
"Man, my genius is scaring me."
I am not a chunibyo, I am only stating the truth.
"..."
Right?
"..."
'...Fu*k...I think I am turning Chuni again...'
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A/N: My deep condolences for all who are stuck in other worlds with cheat powers. For you all gonna turn Chuni! Sooner or later!
Anyway, this is the fourth chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Thank you all for reading!
Have a nice day!