The boy could be seen dragging the Trex's big ass body inside a cave. He found out that, in fact, he was strong enough for that shit.
His body was, in fact, built different. Oh well.
Once in the cave, he began to cook the Trex, using his fire to do so.
He used this as some sort of control exercise. Trying to burn the beast like this—was it hard? Yes.
The Trex's skin was hella tough, but he kept going. Oh yeah, gutting the Trex took the most time. As a past surgeon, he was kinda familiar with the organs in a living being's body, even if his specialty was in humans.
He assumed that the majority of the rules would still apply here—at least he hoped so.
So, removing the anus alongside other glands he didn't even know existed, he noticed something: the beast was low on fat. We talking hella low on fat.
He furrowed his brows a bit—there was barely any fat, which wasn't good. The body needed some level of fat; stuffing it with only protein wasn't that great.
He would need something more fatty. If dinosaurs existed on this island, he needed to hunt some herbivores. Carnivores weren't it.
None of that mattered now.
Using his fire, he roasted the meat thoroughly. He had his shit done medium-rare. He didn't have any spices.
His ancestors truly must be screaming at him.
But he was hungry, and that was all he had. Eventually, he would walk around this island and find shit, telling if they were edible or not by trying them.
"Is dino meat even edible?"
His belly grumbled. Shit—guess he couldn't even get an answer to that. His hunger required an immediate solution, and he had to answer it... fast.
He groaned a bit.
He was so damn hungry.
Opening his mouth to proportions that shouldn't be humanly possible, he began chomping down on the meat.
Crunch
Crunch
The meat was tough, which was to be expected from dino meat. Yeah, his mouth was able to tear through it like it was a hot knife going through butter.
The food tasted decent—not the best he'd ever had. You know, he went from eating food with spices to this shit. It was aight, but he was hungry, and a hungry man wasn't a man who had the right to argue if the food was good or not.
As long as it didn't poison him or kill him, he was aight.
His initial thought was to eat some meat and dry the rest up for later.
But... after 30 minutes or so—
As he lay on the floor looking like an inflated balloon—
He realized something... there was nothing left. He ate everything. Even the bones were shattered between the might of his powerful teeth.
Oh... nice.
His eyes slowly closed as he dozed off to sleep.
His body slimmed down to his slim build as he slept. The logic of this world made no sense, but oh well, to each their own.
Inside of his body, his hungry cells devoured the nutrients sent to them. Some of that extra calorie was turned into flame and used to boost his durability, while the rest was used to heal his body. Considering he wasn't too injured, it didn't take much.
The rest went into fat storage.
His body seemed to be quite efficient with everything. As he laid there and slept, he grew slightly stronger.
—Time skip—
When the sun hit his face the next day, he felt very groggy. Shit, he was in the middle of a good-ass dream and this sun woke him up—what a dick.
Getting up from bed (the ground), he yawned, stretching his body a bit. His wings also stretched with him.
He gazed at the sun a bit, his eyes looking a bit lazy.
He surprisingly still felt somewhat full.
"Okay, so first I need to make sure I can get enough food. Next is good water. This cave could work as a shelter for now..." He thought of his goals. They were decent, and once they were met, he would start training. More like he would train as he tried to find them—plus finding a water source would help greatly in learning water ninjutsu.
If he remembered correctly, the glorious Tobirama Senju was highly proficient in all five basic elemental releases—Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, and Lightning—along with Yin and Yang Release.
Guy's blood type was also A.
Don't worry about why he knew that—he was a good fan of the guy. May have done pixel-measurements to find some stuff.
His goat was like 182.3 cm or 5'9" for the Americans.
Well, Kairo shouldn't be too far off.
Kairo stood up... hm, something was off.
He walked to a nearby wall and began measuring himself. Let's see.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9..."
"9 f—10."
He blinked. Why the fuck was he 9 feet 11 inches tall—or 277.6728 cm for anyone using the metric system?
His only guess was that Lunariens were taller than the average guy... still.
He was only 15—would his full height be like 15 or 20 feet or something?
He'd rather not think about it.