Another Cycle
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Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday. I don't know. I had gotten a message from my brother to come at her funeral but I ignored it.
It was after all a suicide.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.
Philosophy was absurd and so was suicide.
But anyways mother had died. She never loved me and I never loved her back. She was a gold digger and I was just a tool for her to use and discard.
The relentless sufferings I had to endure since I was a child had bottled my feelings. My anger. My rage. My hate.
And I channeled all of that into fighting. I was a mixed martial artist. My record? 19 Wins and 2 losses.
It was a pretty good record. I wanted to go global to become a UFC fighter.
But it was all in vain.
It was a cold day in April when I got shot. I bled alone in the streets. The road was dyed by the same color as my hair.
And that day- I died.
.
...
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
I was a ship and I was a man. When my captain passed me on his hat and when I passed that very hat to him.
But it seems I won't leave to see my dreams come true. I laid bleeding and dying in the battlefield.
"Now I can't even tie my hand behind my back." I chuckled. I now missed both of my arms.
If there was next life I would surely protect my arms.
Another chuckle escaped my mouth.
'At least Luffy will have easier time.' I thought. I had managed to defeat my brother, his little knights and my father and also some of the navy.
I hope my crew escaped safely.
Sigh.
I don't have to worry about them.
I could feel death coming closer.
I closed my eyes and let death take me.
.
..
My consciousness merged. Karmic Energies became one again.
But I was not judged.
And I had still yet to escape this cycle. The cycle of Rebirth.
But I will and so my soul moved onto another body.
...But this time it was different I could remember my past life. Specifically the two life I had led- one as a normal man and another as a Pirate.
And so everything became dark and light came.
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Third POV
X755, Near Magnolia
Makarov walked through the forest. The West Forest. It was a large forest, over a rocky terrain surrounded by mountains.
It was his monthly routine to go patrol the nearby areas and this month he was doing the same.
"The guild's strength is declining." Makarov muttered. It was the truth. Sure, Fairy Tail was still the strongest guild in Fiore but the truth was Fairy Tail's strength was declining.
Counting himself and Gildarts. There were only two S-class Mages in the Guild.
Of course Fairy Tail's standards for S-class Mages were higher but it was still low.
But Makarov was not too worried. Gildarts alone was a wild card that Makarov was sure would grow much stronger.
'The brat is sixteen and already a walking calamity and he has yet to reach the peak of his Magic Power.'
Makarov thought. A smile bloomed across his face. Gildarts was a boy he had kind of raised himself.
Teaching him the basics of Magic.
He then thought about his own son. Ivan Dreyar. The boy was rotten. Makarov's smile vanished. He did not know how he raised him for the boy to turn out the way he did.
'I just hope he matures soon enough.'
Makarov strolled. His mind thinking about the Guild and how to make it better as a Guild and for the members.
Just then he felt it.
A wave of power he was not familiar with. The feeling of strong and the feeling of conqueror.
Makarov started sweating from the intense pressure. He rushed towards the place and there he saw a small treasure chest.
"What's this?"
He muttered and without hesitation moved to open the chest and there he saw the source of that wave of power.
A small red-haired baby with a name tag attached to his shirt.
"Shanks." Makarov muttered. "A wonderful name."
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