Anselm woke up feeling energetic. He was ecstatic. 'I never felt so energized after a night's sleep. So this is what a normal body feels like... I guess eating processed food, breathing in polluted air with microplastics, and living with Narcolepsy wasn't good for the human body after all.'

Truth be told, Anselm didn't actually mind the transmigration. He was an individual in love with nature, justice, power and the thought of one person becoming strong enough to defeat thousands. He wasn't a masochist by any means but he was motivated to train. Which was why he subconsciously felt happy. But he soon wouldn't feel the same way after training.

After tending to the campfire and feeding it for the day, he had wolf meat and some purple fruit for breakfast. He then checked upon the new wolf fur marinated in the animal fat slurry overnight. After washing it, it became soft and warm. He then stretched it and left it to tan. Then he finally got to training.

Anselm stepped outside and went to the pond. Looking at his reflection, Anselm noted some positive changes. Anselm Anderswelt has a striking face, blending the innocence of childhood with hints of burgeoning maturity.He is not typically handsome by any means but has a striking appearance. One, that someone will never forget. His auburn hair is thick and slightly tousled, giving him a slightly rugged look. His facial features are well-defined and cheery yet has a hard outline complimenting his mature demeanour.His eyes were large and expressive, his iris being a vivid shade of green.They are set slightly wide apart. The intensity in his gaze suggested cautiousness and intelligence far beyond his years. His eyebrows are naturally arched and well-defined.Anselm's nose is small and straight, perfectly proportioned to his young face. It has a slight upward tilt at the tip.His cheeks are somewhat rounded, giving him a youthful look. It was longer the gaunt look of malnutrition. However, they also show the faintest hints of definition, hinting at the physical maturity present in the rest of his body. His lips are full and naturally pink, with a slight bow shape. For his age, Anselm has a surprisingly strong jawline, more defined than most children his age. 'Damn I look like one of those online lookmaxxers.'

Overall, Anselm's facial features come together to create a visage that is memorable and somewhat striking. 'Keep improving your looks like this and one of the Celestial Dragons might just send a buster call to force you to be their sex slave.' Anselm grumbled "I really need to train".

Anselm already had a rough idea of what he was going to do.

'The One piece world has muscular hypertrophy and increasing physical power blow for blow, just like Earth. The only difference is that Earth had a limit on how much a person could grow in size and power. If i follow a hardcore plan from earth and take ample rest, I could explode in power. I might also have to try a hand at meditation. I know Haki is pure fighting spirit and willpower. It comes through training and fighting, but i have a feeling, it's like ki and chakra. I'll meditate for one hour straight every day for a week. If i don't get any results nor sense anything, i'll go back to just training physical power. '

'Besides Garp said that, he would turn off armament haki while training his punches because it won't help in increasing physical power. While I don't have a teacher, we all have to start somewhere. Owing to this world's explosive physical recovery skills, I'll divide my training everyday to punching trees, kicking them, meditation and hunting for food. I'll have to punch as hard as I can until I go numb. Then I'll meditate for an hour. I'll go hunting and capture the prey. In the evening, I'll kick till the equivalent of almost breaking both my legs. This is to numb my bones and do shin conditioning. If Sanji was able to kick up giant crocodiles with his feet, and Zoro was able to play hacky sack with buildings, then with enough training, i'll be able to reach that level.'

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And thus began the training. Anselm began punching a tree in a clearing in the forest. He threw it while trying to maintain perfect form. Soon enough his right hand turned red. He began pondering over topics to maintain an equilibrium and hand out punches for hours without getting bored.

'Bruce Lee once said "I fear not the man who practiced 10,000 types of kicks but he who practiced the same kick 10,000 times.'" I'll need to apply it to all four limbs. But i still need variety. I think i'll practice a left hook, a right jab, a left side kick and a right roundhouse kick. The next day, i'll switch the sides. These 4 basic attacks are enough for now. I really need a sparring partner, but for now i'll have to use animals. There's also the body strengthening training. I need to bruise all parts of my body to raise my endurance. I'll have to construct some sort of huge contraption that'll hit me with a wooden log or something. Man this is stressful as hell. I think i'll start to count my punches now.'

As the morning went on, Anselm's right hand completed only a 1000 repetitions before bleeding. He then proceeded to finish the other 9000 punches by shadow punching. After that, Anselm washed and cleaned up his right hand. Soon after, he got to working on his left hook. He started to get bored but kept through with it, gnashing his teeth and enduring the pain.

It was soon afternoon and Anselm was done with his fists. He soon moved on to meditation. He wanted to sit under a waterfall like in the comics and movies but unfortunately there were no rocks under it to sit on. He resorted to sitting near it. The falling water soon attuned to his ears. He began by closing his eyes and trying to sense mysterious energy or force inside his body.

After what seemed to be an hour, Anselm got up dissatisfied with the results. He let out a dejected sigh. 'This is really frustrating. But then again, it's only been one hour so far. I'm not certainly a genius nor am i constantly in the middle of life threatening danger. Haki is supposed to be someone's latent willpower. This energy is supposed to reside within us. Most pirates only obtain it through fighting. But since Luffy was able to achieve it with fighting giant beasts and Rayleigh's tutoring, i'm guessing it's almost impossible to sense it through meditation. ALMOST. There are a few exceptions i believe. Aisha that little girl from Skypiea and a few others manifested it very early in their lives... What if most pirates gain Haki through fighting, because that's the only way they know how to access it? What if theoretically people could gain Haki through meditation and tuning in with their inner subconscious. I certainly find it plausible.' Anselm decided "I should extend the meditation to 2 hours everyday from now on".

'It might prove really useful in the future, if i know my body's heart palpitations and breathing patterns inside out. I should also do squats. I seem to remember kid Zoro squatting with a huge boulder on his back. While i don't want to be that extreme, i have to push my self to the limit. I'll do the push-ups, squats and other bodyweight exercises at Night. For now, i need to head out to hunt for my food.'

Fetching his satchel for collecting fruits and corpses, Anselm headed out. It was soon evening and Anselm came back with a satchel half full with fruits and another wolf on his shoulder. This time, it was Anselm who took the poor wolf by surprise, landing on his back from a tree branch, with a kick enhanced by his bodyweight. He was quick to grasp its mouth shut and snap its neck. It was an easy kill this time. Anselm quickly shut down his urge to scream primally and returned with caution, making sure to wash the wolf by the stream to lose the smell.

Returning home, he checked upon the tanned skins. All 3 of them were stable with no signs of deterioration. Putting the pot to boil water, he soon skinned the wolf. He was getting better and better at it.

Soon he got to his practicing his kicks. He managed to repeat only 500 times before his legs started to hurt like crazy. He made the slurry again and submerged the new wolf fur in it. He then set the new wolf heart to slow cook and reheated yesterday's wolf meat.

While the cooking went on, he started doing pushups as slow and controlled as he could. Due to his lithe but weak body, he stopped around 30. He then held a stone with sizable weight and started squatting. He got to 20 until he reached failure.

After washing himself in the pond, Anselm had his dinner with some fruit dessert and soon went to sleep.