He needed to explore this island a bit more. So far, all he'd seen was being attacked by a T-rex and that was about it. When he learned the island inside and out, he would start exploring it while being blindfolded to train his Observation Haki or some shit like that.
He wanted to get strong—like Yonko Commander level or some shit like that—or at least strong enough not to be one-shotted.
He had four years to grind, and with his mastery system, he was sure he could make excellent progress in his power.
And maybe when he was 21, he could reach Yonko level. With that kind of power, he should be able to roam the sea freely. He also needed strong allies, because being Yonko level didn't mean he couldn't get ganked.
That's how Kaido was beaten—he got the jumping of a lifetime. Speaking of Kaido, when he got defeated, Kairo wondered if he should take the man's fruit. After all, it's not like the guy was going to need it when he was dead.
Being a dragon man while also being a Lunarian would do wonders for his durability, making him even tankier than he already was.
Or maybe the Goro Goro no Mi, to increase his speed further.
Hm... food for thought.
Though first, he needed to master his base Lunarian skills. He had fire, and when his flames were off, he was faster—but he guessed he lost his inhuman durability.
Which was probably why he would train his base durability to brand new heights, so that even with the flames off, he was still quite tanky.
So his goals for the first year were simple: learn the basics of Haki—the bare basics—and get a grip on his Lunarian skills alongside some of Tobirama's stuff.
Like this, he would be fine in the long run.
The question now was... what type of fighter would he be?
He was thinking of going for a long and close-range hybrid style—using jutsu to gain some distance, but also coming in close and personal to box.
Hm, Tobirama used a sword, so he guessed he'd be a swordsman or something. Considering he didn't have shit, he would start off with a wooden stick.
And work his way from there. He could get iron later.
He sighed a bit.
So much work to do.
And as if his system heard his plea, it awakened.
Quest Generated: "Forge the Flaming Blade"
Description: You refuse to be just another dead man in the jungle. In one year, you must learn the basics of Haki, tame your Lunarian gifts, and adapt Tobirama's deadly techniques to this new world.
Goals:
Flame-Off Durability Training — Reach dinosaur-tackle resistance level.
Basic Observation Haki — Sense hostile intent reliably.
Basic Armament Haki — Coat a weapon for 3 seconds.
Lunarian Control — Switch flames on/off instantly and partially flare. Flight.
Tobirama Template Progress — Perform at least one functional water jutsu in combat.
Side quest: Get yourself a home and food.
Reward: A solid fighting style foundation.
Failure: You failed at achieving your goal.
He blinked... so, no rewards like a jutsu or anything, just this.
No handouts at all. Oh well, guess he liked it this way—it forced him to work his body to the limit.
Okay, with his goals set, he began exploring the island. He was amazed by the things he saw—this place was so beautiful. There were giant dinosaurs practically everywhere, and even beneath the water he could tell every creature there came from a period that predated humanity.
This island itself was harsh. No one could possibly live here for long.
He doubted any human could do that.
From the skill descriptions of his race, he was better than a human at everything and should be able to survive things a normal human couldn't.
So maybe he got a bit reckless and started tasting the shrooms to see what kind of effect they had on him. After each shroom, he waited about three hours before testing another one.
While waiting, he would get on the floor and do 200 or so push-ups.
Sometimes, he would go to a nearby tree and start punching it over and over again.
Though he preferred punching the wall of a cliff—it was much harder. With his flames off, he just kept punching that shit like it owed him money. Like a horny teenage boy beating his meat, he was relentless. He never stopped, not even for a millisecond.
He would get stronger, sometimes going for hours at a time. His fists never really bled—his skin was simply too tough for that, his body simply too strong—which meant he could work even harder, pushing himself to his limits, giving himself rest, but also pushing the hell out of those limits.
He didn't care. He knew in this world, training actually paid off. And since he was born with an advantage, that was even more reason to push himself harder.