One Piece: Chaos Kong

Watching the monstrous form of Freyja leave the room by simply walking through the door, destroying it along with some of the wall, I chuckled to myself as I could tell it was taking a substantial amount of her will not to attack me.

"Hehe, make sure to repair the door; otherwise, I'll put you in a coma." Remarked Diddy with laughter while eyeing Freyja, who continued to ignore Diddy while walking down the hall.

With Freyja gone, I quickly finished the food that remained before exiting the room, heading toward the gym to train and continue creating my fighting style, which I've made slight progress in, but nothing substantial, unfortunately.

'I suppose creating a perfect fighting style will be difficult; however, I know for certain in the end, everything will be worth it!' Thought Diddy with a smile as he entered the gym, which still had a large hole in the wall from before.

Starting off with the usual strength training, which consisted of using heavy weights, I did my usual routine before finishing four hours later; with my strength training complete for the day, I took a slight break before I started practicing various techniques I had acquired from fighting dojo masters, against a metal dummy.

The main reason I started hunting dojo Masters is solely because I intend to gather as many different techniques and martial arts so that I may incorporate the best pieces of each martial art into my fighting style; however, even with my incredible talent for fighting, my idea hasn't proved to be easy. Attempting to combine a little over two-hundred different martial arts into one technique is already difficult, let alone individually breaking down each martial art and only incorporating the best pieces.

Worst of all is that I haven't even mastered all the available martial arts on this island, so I still have a long way to go, though I've already made decent progress in the past two years. I've created a total of sixteen weaker variations of my technique, which is supposed to allow me to fight opponents of varying sizes, unique abilities, and environments. However, there is one big problem, water; I don't have any way to effectively fight underwater, though thankfully, I already have a solution for that.

'Fishman; I've acquired only a little information on them, but if anyone will have a martial art that allows them to fight while underwater, it's them, without a doubt. Though locating one will be the hard part.' Thought Diddy as he punched the metal dummy while his heart powerfully pulsated, causing the metal dummy to get decimated instantly.

Looking at the destroyed metal dummy, I glanced at the sky, only to notice dusk was right around the corner, signifying how long I'd been training for as I had entered the gym relatively early in the morning. Figuring that was enough training for today, I exited the gym and headed to my room to take a hot bath; once I finished bathing, I left the manor and jumped into the dim sky while heading toward the dojo district.

As I ran through the night while observing the city down below me, I'd occasionally be assaulted with the stench of sex, causing me to grunt in annoyance since I knew Freyja was down there feeding on some men; I didn't really care what she did, I just found the smell to be annoying. Deciding to pick a dojo that wasn't within the range of Freyja's orgy, I looked around for a few minutes before settling on one of the few rare dojos where their martial art revolved around using a weapon.

Landing just in front of the dojo, I looked up at the sign, and although I didn't know why, I had a vague feeling this would be a unique experience.

"Staff Dojo? Plain name, but I can feel it luring me inside." Remarked Diddy with a curious expression as he entered the Dojo.

When I entered the Dojo, for some reason, I was slightly excited, which surprised me as the inside was just as equally plain as the sign; mats covered the ground, and that was it, well, except for the few people still inside the dojo, but since it was nighttime, it's expected. None of the people noticed me enter as they were deeply focused on their training, which was good for them, as it gave them a moment longer to live.

Spotting a rack of wooden staffs in the distance, I approached them since I was going to defeat the dojo master in his martial art; I'll obviously need to use a staff. Just as I neared the staffs, someone nearby noticed me and attempted to call out to me, though I didn't bother as his reaction was the same as nearly every human I've come across.

"The Dojo is currently closed, little boy if you– Ugh, a slave. Don't touch those, you filthy slave! Get out of here this instance, and return to your Master unless you wish to get beaten!" Said one of the dojo's disciples as he angrily approached Diddy with a disgusted expression while readying his staff.

Ignoring the soon-to-be-dead man, I reached my hand forward, grabbing one of the wooden staffs while wrapping my fingers around it; yet the moment I did so, my eyes dilated, and I became as still as a tree while holding the staff with my outstretched hand.

'W-What is this feeling? I just touched it, yet, it feels like I've just discovered a long-lost limb.' Thought Diddy while motionlessly eyeing the staff, not even responding to the dojo disciple that had neared him.

"What did I just say, you slave!? Don't touch the staff with your filthy hand!" Yelled the disciple angrily as he swung his staff at Diddy, hitting him in the back of his head with full force, causing his wooden staff to break the instant it collided with Diddy, surprising the disciple.

Only after the disciple had hit me did I finally snap out of my trance, and out of instinct, I pierced my arm straight through the man's chest as my hand exited from his back while I held his still-beating heart.

"W-What t-the?" Said the disciple as he dropped dead on the ground after Diddy retracted his arm from his chest.

Dropping his motionless heart beside him, I wiped my hand on my fur, coating it in a tint of red from the blood before I grabbed the staff with both hands and began spinning it around me in such mastery that one would believe I'd done this for years; yet the truth was, even in both of my lives, this is the first time I've ever touched a staff unless you're counting long tree branches I used to play with when I was a child.

As I was getting familiar with the sensation of using the staff, I sensed a few people rapidly approaching me, looking over at the disciples running toward me with apparent anger and hatred in their eyes; I took on a savage smirk as I got into a comfortable fighting stance while holding the staff. Once one of the disciples got close to me, they swung their staff right at me, yet even without taking into account the sheer difference in strength between us, his attack was predictable and easy to follow; swinging my staff at the incoming staff, I deflected the attack before swiftly slamming my staff atop his head with so much force that the staff in my hands broke as I caused a noticeable dent in the disciples head.

Tossing the broken staff, I clutched the staff I had just deflected and used it to block the incoming attack from two disciples while a third one attempted to stab me in the stomach, though it wouldn't do anything if I didn't move; I opted to push the two disciples away while swinging my staff at the third disciple's head, causing him just narrowly to miss me as my attack made him lose balance.

Since I didn't really have a way to kill the disciples without breaking my staff, I quickly approached the third disciple, who was in the process of standing up, and stomped on his head, causing his head to explode like a fruit. Grabbing a second staff, I threw it toward one of the incoming two disciples, aiming specifically at the neck as it's a vulnerable area on the human body; the staff moved at such a speed the disciple didn't even have time to blink before a wooden staff pierced his neck, and since it still had momentum, the disciple was carried along with the staff as it embedded itself deeply into the wall.

The last disciple seeing what's become of the three others, dropped his staff in fear and ran away, I would say that was a dumb decision, but he never had a chance to live the moment I arrived; appearing right before him, I grabbed his head with my hand and slammed him to the ground, causing his head to explode as well.

"Maybe I should use a weapon?" Muttered Diddy as he wiped his hand on his fur, dying it an even deeper shade of red.

Having finished off the useless disciples, I was about to go search for the dojo master, but right as I turned around, I spotted a middle-aged man wearing a gi with a black belt while exiting from a door in the back as he observed the dojo, specifically the four dead individuals before his gaze harden on me in calm fury.

"You. You must be the Dojo Hunter, I presume?" Asked the middle-aged man, relatively calmly as he slowly approached Diddy.

"I suppose you can call me that." Replied Diddy with a grin while looking up at the middle-aged man standing before him.