One Piece: Reborn as Satoru Gojo

I was wheezing like a dying walrus, sprinting across the stupidly massive training field. Pretty sure I broke the land speed record—if, you know, my life depended on it. Which it absolutely did.

"You need to learn to control how much cursed energy you release," Gojo called out like he wasn't watching me get chased by demon wolves. "And never forget your eyes. It should be second nature!"

"Oh sure, let me just flip the 'don't-get-eaten' switch in my brain!" I shot back.

The field was like something out of a nightmare parkour course—walls, crumbling towers, random gaps in the ground—because apparently just running wasn't hard enough. Shadow wolves—three of them, each the size of a small car—were hot on my heels, their glowing eyes locked onto me like I was the world's tastiest chew toy.

"Shit!"

A fourth wolf slithered out of the doorway I was about to charge through. I skidded to a stop, pouring every ounce of cursed energy into my legs to launch myself in another direction—

CRACK!

Too much force. The wooden floor beneath me gave up on life, and I plummeted straight down.

The impact sent a fresh jolt of pain through my body. I barely had time to groan before a shadow loomed over me. Another wolf, mid-leap, jaws wide open.

I threw up my arms because, well, that's all I could do. My brain had just enough time to register, Welp, this is how I die, before—

Clap!

Everything froze. Literally.

Then the wolf disappeared. The whole training arena shimmered like a video game glitching out.

Gojo stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Not bad," he said, like I hadn't just almost become a chew toy.

The arena began dissolving. My breath came in ragged gasps as I flopped onto my back.

I doubled over, panting so hard I thought my lungs might just quit on me. "This... is the end... of the lesson?"

Gojo tilted his head, his blindfolded eyes practically sparkling with amusement. "Yep."

I groaned. "And... how long was I running?"

"Hmm. About two hours."

I stared at him, hoping my expression could convey the absolute betrayal I felt. "You're joking."

"Nope. Could've gone longer if you kept reinforcing your whole body. But hey, baby steps."

Baby steps? Baby steps?! I had been sprinting like my life depended on it, and he had the nerve to call it baby steps? I groaned again, this time with enough dramatics to win an Oscar. "Fine. What's next?"

Gojo's grin widened. Never a good sign. "Not now. You've got company."

"Huh?" I blinked, only now realizing there were people nearby. Right. My so-called saviors. Here to check on me or something.

"Thank you," I muttered, unsure what else to say.

"Sure," Gojo replied with a casual shrug.

"Yeah, and, lastly, tell me how I can get in here."

He tilted his head. "I didn't tell you? It's pretty easy. You just need to—"

Poof.

The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like it had personally wronged me.

"Noooo," I groaned, turning over dramatically. "Why now?"

"Huh?" came an irritated voice. "You. Why did Father even save such an ingrate?"

I blinked blearily. Hana. Of course.

"I— what? I was sleeping. This isn't about you."

"Yeah? Then why aren't you eating anything?"

I gestured weakly toward the bucket sitting way too close to my bed. "Because of the bucket."

She looked at it like it personally offended her. "And what does that even mean? Or is it your 'buddy' who told you not to eat?"

"What? No! I just— I'm not going to use this bucket as a toilet."

She wrinkled her nose like I had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. "And that's why you're not eating? Yeah, you must have been raised with a golden spoon, although I can see it in your face."

"What's wrong with my face?"

"Dump. And rich."

"What?!" I sat up, fully offended. 

Why is she talking to me like that? Why she didn't like my face? I look just like Satoru! And I wasn't ugly before, either! 

I am sure something just is wrong with her brain.

She folded her arms, unimpressed. "How long are you planning to not eat?"

"Until I can't walk."

She huffed. "Okay."

And then, with a note of irritation, she grabbed the food and stormed out of the room. Just like that.

I blinked after her. "What the hell was that?"

Okay, so maybe starvation wasn't the best plan, but I had other things to worry about.

Like my eyes.

Gojo said they were an even better version than his. I could see everything—without cursed energy. It was incredible. But also exhausting. Not the kind of exhaustion where you pass out immediately, but the kind like walking all day with a huge bag.

The strain was real.

But what was I supposed to do? Walk around blindfolded like Satoru? That was fine for him. But me? If I stayed in this village, how was I supposed to explain to everyone why I could navigate freely while blindfolded? They didn't even know about Haki.

I sighed. I didn't want to play blind.

So, instead of eating, or, you know, being productive, I spent all my free time thinking about things. Thinking about what to do next. Thinking about how to handle these eyes. Thinking about how weird Hana was.

Not that I had a ton of options.

But, hey. It was fine.

Probably.