Blizz was starting to feel the progress in his chakra control. It had been a week since he had mastered the basic tree walking jutsu, and half way through the water walking jutsu.
Blizz was beginning to get a real sense of mastery over his chakra control, and while it hadn't been an easy ride, he could feel the progress in his every step.
"Ouch, I lost focus again," Blizz muttered, rubbing his foot where it had slipped just a second ago. "I'm almost there. Just need one more day, and I'll perfect it. Easy."
He stretched and looked down at the large crate of water that now dominated the center of his room. His room, which now also had a fair amount of water splashed around it, thanks to his 'perfecting' of the jutsu. There was a faint dampness in the air, and he could practically hear the walls sighing in disapproval.
The sea, of course, was out of the question. He wasn't about to risk sinking into the depths and getting stuck there, unable to save himself due to his Devil Fruit weakness. So, the crate was his solution. A simple one, but effective. It wasn't much different from a mini pool, but Blizz was proud of the ingenuity.
When he first started, walking across the crate had been more of a flail than anything else. The water kept rippling beneath him, and his feet had a terrible habit of slipping. But he didn't give up. The first day, he barely made it a few steps before falling flat on his face. On day two, he was able to take a few more steps, but his footing was still shaky. By day three, he could walk across without slipping at all. Day four? He was running across it. And now, on day five, he was doing a little dance, spinning in circles without ever losing his balance.
"I'm practically a true ninja at this point," he muttered, looking down at the crate like it was the greatest achievement of his life.
But it wasn't just about walking on water. It was about mastering his chakra control. Every step felt like a small victory—each time he successfully walked the length of the crate without falling, his confidence grew. Every time his chakra settled into his feet, it was a reminder of how far he'd come.
With a satisfied nod, he moved forward, each step more stable than the last. The crate barely shifted beneath his weight as he walked across it. Blizz couldn't help but grin as he slowly moved back and forth across the crate, testing his limits. In just a week, he had completely mastered the Water Walking technique.
But there was more. As his chakra continued to flow through him, Blizz felt an intense surge of power, almost like his body was absorbing the energy of the elements around him. Something was happening. It wasn't just chakra control anymore—it was as if his body had learned the elemental techniques themselves. The memories of six jutsu—Fire Bullet, Water Bullet, Mud Spore, Wind Breakthrough, Static Shock, and Body Flicker—flooded his mind.
He dropped to his knees, overwhelmed by the surge of knowledge. The techniques were there, ingrained in his mind. Each jutsu was clear, like a vivid memory he could instantly access.
"Alright, I think that's enough water-walking for today," he said, stepping off the crate and wiping his brow. "Let's move on to the fun stuff."
He sat down cross-legged in the middle of his room and closed his eyes, recalling the techniques he'd inherited—the Fire Bullet, Water Bullet, Mud Spore, Wind Breakthrough, Static Shock, and the Body Flicker. He could already feel the weight of each technique in his mind. He wasn't fully prepared to start them just yet, but the knowledge was there.
"Okay," Blizz said with a smirk, "It's time to see what you've got."
Blizz stood in the middle of his room, staring down at his hands. He was ready to take his training to the next level. The Fire Bullet jutsu. A basic technique, but one that packed a punch. Or at least, that was the idea.
"Alright, Fire Bullet," Blizz muttered to himself, placing his hands together in the familiar hand signs. His mind was focused, his chakra pulsing in his veins. He could already feel the heat starting to build up in his palms. "Let's make this work."
With a sharp breath, Blizz exhaled, releasing the built-up chakra—and poof!—a small, unassuming puff of flame shot from his hand. It was small at first, like a candle flame, but it was there.
"Ha! I did it! Fire Bullet!" Blizz grinned, admiring his success. "That wasn't so bad."
But, as with all things Blizz tried, things didn't go exactly as planned.
The small flame, now free from his control, hovered a little too close to a pile of old papers on the desk. The papers caught fire almost instantly, bursting into a blazing flame that spread faster than Blizz could process.
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Blizz screamed, eyes widening as the fire began to lick at the edges of his desk. "That's not supposed to happen!"
His hands flew up in panic as the flames jumped onto the nearby curtains, which were now billowing with orange embers. The walls seemed to glow with the light of the growing fire. The room was quickly becoming a furnace.
"I didn't even mean for this to get out of control!" Blizz shouted, running in circles like a headless chicken. His room, which had once been a place of quiet focus, was now turning into a literal fire hazard.
"Why did I think Fire Jutsu in an apartment was a good idea?" he groaned. His thoughts raced faster than the flames now spreading toward the walls. "I already have a broken wall. I don't need to add a fire to the mix!"
In a desperate bid, Blizz darted toward the crate of water in the center of the room. He grabbed the sides of the crate and tipped it as fast as he could. Water poured out like a waterfall, but it wasn't enough. The flames were too fierce, too widespread.
"Oh no, no, no!" he panicked. "Think, Blizz, think!"
Then, inspiration struck.
"Water Bullet!" he yelled, taking the stance for the water jutsu he'd recently learned, pointing his fingers toward the growing fire. The flow of chakra surged through his fingers, and in the nick of time, a large burst of water shot out and doused the flames.
The fire sputtered and died, leaving only smoke in its wake. Blizz stood there, his chest heaving, his heart pounding in his ears. The room was still warm, but it was no longer on fire.
It took couple of water bullets to put the fire down
He let out a shaky breath and wiped the sweat off his brow. "I swear, next time I'll just stick to practicing the Body Flicker. Less fire, more sneaky ninja moves."
Blizz glanced around the room. The damage was minimal—just a few charred spots on the wall and the curtain's fabric now resembling an old, crumpled piece of paper.
"Well," Blizz said, eyeing the crate of water with a sheepish grin. "I guess I owe you one, buddy. You really saved my behind there."
He sat down on the floor, staring at the aftermath of his accidental chaos.
"Maybe I should start practicing in a more open space next time, like… outside," he muttered to himself. Then, a pause. "Or maybe I should just stop messing with fire altogether."
Blizz chuckled at his own ridiculousness, running a hand through his hair. "Guess that's what happens when you combine fire with inexperience. Oh well, at least I'm learning, right?"
He surveyed his room again. It would need some cleaning up. And possibly a couple more repairs. But at least he knew he had a backup plan now: the crate of water, his trusty savior.
"Fire Bullet, 1. Blizz, 0," he sighed, but with a grin.
Blizz stood amidst the smoke, staring at his now-waterlogged room. It wasn't just the walls and curtains that had suffered; his floor was covered in a small lake of water from his crate. The aftermath of his "successful" training session was a chaotic mess, one that only he could manage to create.
"Great. Just great," he muttered, surveying the wreckage. His desk was charred on one corner, papers scattered about, and his once-pristine carpet was now a soggy mess. The water from the crate had spilled across the floor, soaking into his rugs and causing everything to stick to the floor in a damp, unpleasant way.
Blizz sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Alright, first things first: clean up the mess."
He grabbed an old towel from the bathroom, then knelt down to wipe up the excess water. The towel quickly became saturated, and he tossed it aside before grabbing another. It seemed the water was everywhere. He could almost hear the floorboards creaking beneath the added weight of all the moisture.
"Okay, how did I let it get this bad?" he muttered to himself, scrubbing the floor with increasing frustration.
As he wiped down the carpet, a loud squelch echoed through the room when his hand brushed against something that definitely wasn't waterlogged paper. Blizz glanced down to find his training equipment—well, what was left of it—drenched.
"Oh, come on! Not my scrolls!" He hastily picked them up, trying to wring them out as best as he could. His frustration was building.
Once he had cleaned up what seemed like the last of the puddles, Blizz surveyed the damage. His room was a wreck: charred walls, soaked carpet, and a distinct smell of smoke still lingering in the air. The floor was dry for the most part now, but the humidity in the air made the room feel damp, almost like a sauna.
"Definitely not my best day," he said, giving a small chuckle to himself as he sank back onto his bed. "Fire Bullet: 1. Blizz: 0."
He let out a deep sigh and flopped back, staring at the ceiling. The air felt thick, and for a moment, he just lay there, thinking about how much more peaceful his training would've been without the fire—and the water—and the mess.
"Well, that's… fantastic," Blizz muttered to himself, surveying the chaos. His fire jutsu had left burn marks on the walls, and his crate of water had spread across the room, soaking everything in its path. His furniture looked like it had been through a natural disaster, and the smell of smoke lingered thick in the air.
Blizz kicked at the damp carpet and sighed. "Great. Just what I needed. I already can't afford to pay rent, and now I'm going to need a full renovation."
His stomach dropped at the thought. His wallet was barely holding together. There was no way he could afford to fix all this.
In a split second, his eyes darted toward the door, then back to the wreckage.
"Maybe I can just… pretend I'm not here? Slip out the back and hope the landlord doesn't notice the giant hole in the wall?" He eyed the door again. "I could leave, maybe take the coffee shop route for the rest of my life… start a new identity. Yeah, that sounds nice."
He paused, considering the idea. The thought of running away to a simpler life where no one expected him to fix anything was oddly tempting. He imagined himself in a quiet, remote village, far away from responsibilities, living off selling cheap coffee and reading the newspaper all day.
Blizz snapped out of his fantasy as he glanced at the soaked carpet again. "Okay, reality check. I can't just disappear. No one's going to fix this for me. I'll have to work something out."
He let out a groan and dropped to the floor, sitting on a corner of his bed with his head in his hands. "What am I supposed to do? Sell my soul?"
It wasn't like he had a backup plan. All he had was the mess, a bunch of soaked training gear, and an increasingly shrinking bank account. "I'll just… sweep up the water. Yeah, water doesn't cost money, right? The floor can dry… eventually. I'll just keep pretending it's not happening. That's a valid life strategy. Right?"
With a sigh, he began the process of cleaning up, wringing out a towel and trying his best to mop up the water from the floor. The towel quickly became heavy, and he tossed it aside to grab another, cursing under his breath as he wiped down everything. But no matter how much he tried, the dampness lingered in the room, an ever-present reminder of his chaotic fire training.
Finally, when he couldn't bear the thought of mopping up the same puddle for the hundredth time, Blizz threw his hands up. "Okay, screw it. I'm out of here. I'm gonna go to the coffee shop and figure out how to become a pirate or something, and just leave this disaster to fend for itself."
His decision made, Blizz grabbed his jacket and wallet and quickly made his exit, stepping over the broken remnants of his apartment. As he slammed the door behind him, he smiled. "Best decision of the day. Time to disappear and leave all my problems to future Blizz."
A few minutes later, Blizz found himself in a small, cozy coffee shop on the corner of a street. It was warm inside, the scent of fresh coffee beans filling the air. Blizz made his way to the counter, ordered a coffee, and sat at a small table by the window, the comforting buzz of the café around him.
He took a sip of his coffee, feeling the warm liquid calm him down a bit. He pulled out the newspaper he had bought on his way there, wanting to catch up on the latest news. Flipping through the pages, his eyes caught something that made him pause.
A headline read: "Blackbeard Pirates Attack Drum Island."
Blizz raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so it's already happened ."
He leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. This was all stuff he knew. He'd watched it unfold in One Piece—watched Blackbeard's rise to power, and now it was happening in real time. He knew what was coming next.
"It's the beginning of a very long, chaotic ride," Blizz thought, glancing out the window. "First Drum Island, then what? Oh right. They'll hit up Ace. They'll start chasing high bounties. And eventually, Blackbeard'll go for the Shichibukai status."
Blizz sighed, setting the paper down. "I wonder if he's already eaten his Devil Fruit… the Yami Yami no Mi. of course he did and the poor thatch he was a good guy.. well i think.
The more he thought about it, the more Blizz realized how inevitable the rise of Blackbeard was. His devil fruit power, his ambition, the way he played the long game—everything pointed toward him eventually being a major player on the world stage.