Five Days Later.
The sound of the sea waves going back and forth is still echoing in the background. After staying on the Island for more than a week, the sound becomes less annoying.
"Huff…huff…huff…huff."
While wearing the double mask and different weight gears all over my body, I run across the shore of the island at full speed, with sun-yellow sparks flowing around my body.
Five days ago, I was able to get the right rhythm of the Hamon, and I discovered that Hamon was real.
Honestly, any weeb will be over the sky knowing something like this, me included, but I wasn't so much right now.
Because that just sparked so many questions in my head about how that is possible? Why does no one know about this? Does whoever kidnapped me know? Where does the Box fit in all of this?
There is also the question of why no one discovered this before? Does the author of Jojo know about this? Is this why he stopped using Hamon in his Manga?
Is there a cult that discovered this out there, and they are practicing this in secret? Do vampires exist, too? Do they linger in the shadows and prey on people? Does that mean that my family is in danger? Where do I fit in all of that? What do they want from me? Will I-
'STOP?!'
I start picking up the speed of my running till that I am having trouble keeping the rhythm of my breathing.
Every time I dive into these thoughts, I use anything around me to stop myself from panicking.
And with the Hamon in my hand now, it is a good distraction from the questions in my head. Exploring it slowly will be amusing enough to keep me busy for a while.
When I was capable of getting the right rhythm for the mask for the first time after what I think was several hours of trying, a strange sensation appeared in my body.
If I were able to describe it, it was like I became a bucket of water, and the water was moving in waves all around my body.
After a bit of trying and getting used to it, the sparks started appearing around me. But it was dim, even when the time was night.
Remembering that Hamon needed a strong and capable body, with nothing else to do, I decided to do the thing I hated the most after working hard:
Working+out!
There was no need to complicate anything for me. With my masks on, I started running around the island in labs while looking out to see if there was a ship passing by.
Two birds, one stone.
After running for several laps, I dropped down on the sand, dead tired, but I kept the masks on.
This is when the magical thing happened.
A few minutes and I was ready to go again, almost like I rested for a few days.
I thought this should be the effect of the Hamon and started running again.
Two more rounds of this and I was certain, it was the Hamon.
My natural recovery now is way, way faster, there is no possibility for me to start running again after resting for a few minutes normally.
At least hours before I was up again if I was normal, though I wasn't a frail high schooler, I went to school on the bike every day, and I was not bad in other sports, but not like I cared much about them.
Yet that amount of workout will make me need to take it slow for the rest of the day, not to mention running again after a few minutes of rest.
What's more, when I started this. I was already feeling the effect of the earlier 'Box Fiasco'.
Actually, I only stopped the first time because of the hunger I felt.
My stomach rumbled like a dragon asking for its tribute. It made me very puzzled if I turned into some Shonen protagonist.
The Hunger attacks have become more frequent since then. I think it is because of my improved metabolism or something. Damn it! Science is not my strong point.
Later, my time in every lap was shortened by a lot, and that was the same with my number of laps before I collapsed on the sand. So I got this idea.
I ordered some training weights to wear while running, and the results were successful.
Which led to the current moment.
"Huff…huff…huff…huff."
With my camp in sight, I keep my pace until I reach it.
It was a simple camping tent I ordered from the first day to sleep in, it had enough space for me and more. But there is no more, it is just ME DIO- I mean Hachiman on this island, alone.
This tent was my base on this island, I kept all of my things here. Well, everything but the Box. This thing is following him even when I am running.
I look behind me, and yup, it is still there.
Taking off my weights and masks, I start to look at the sea.
"I think it is about time. Let's see what we got today."
Walking to my tent and after I opened it and got in, I took off my clothes and changed into swimwear. I also opened a bag on the side and took swimming glasses and an army knife with its holster and tied it to my arm.
Yes, an army knife, not just that. I also take a fishing harpoon from its cover and hold it in my hand.
So why all of that you may ask my nonexistent friend? It is because I am going to fish of course.
'I seriously need to stop thinking like this, this loneliness is driving me crazy...'
I have been fishing for a few days now, and I have to say it was a bizarre experience.
My firsthand knowledge about fishing came from the times I have gone fishing with my dad and some TV documentaries.
And because I fished with a fishing rod and on the seaside, not on a beach.
So all of my practical experience is not useful here, so I had to depend on the knowledge from the documentary for the try.
And oh boy, it was something.
Well, my story with fishing started out like this.
The second day on the island, I started to think of diversifying my source of food.
While I was still holding the noble dream of being a great stay-at-home dad, just depending on the Box as my source of food and water was not good.
As I have no idea where did this Box come from, and with keeping in mind the possibility of it being from the same person who kidnapped me.
It could disappear any time, and then I would be left alone on this island to die.
Not wanting to die, I will work for my food.
Only this once though, after I go back, I will laze around for a decade straight. And will find a way to get money from the government as a traumatized victim of kidnapping.
Monetizing your problem. Yeah, that will be the future.
As I have no experience of fishing in the sea like this, I would have to improvise with the documentary knowledge in my head.
The idea I settled on is a fish trap.
A fish trap is a mix of a net and a box, so it is a net in the shape of a box or a container of any kind. It is designed to be easy for the fish to enter and hard for them to get out.
This way, you can put them in water with baits inside them to attract the fish. The moment they enter to eat the bait, they become stuck inside and they can't get out. And all you have to do after is take the trap out of the water and you've got food.
The problem is that you have to put them in the water for a long time for them to catch something.
But that means it is less work for me.
So without further ado, I Ordered everything necessary from the Box, a foldable fish net in a cylinder shape, suitable fish food as bait, and good swimwear for me.
I swam into the sea until I found a suitable place to put the trap, and set it down in the sea by binding it with a rope to a very heavy weight.
Putting the fish food from the can inside the trap, the thing that should have been in crumbs came out of the can as a block.
'Should it be like this? Well, whatever!'
Returning to the surface, feeling grateful for all the swimming 'training' I did in middle school, I realized that I would forget where the trap was and I would lose it.
So I grabbed the Box that was floating around me, putting sea water in one side and asking for a floater with a weight and a robe connected to it.
Setting the floater close to the trap, I head back to the island.
All of that happened before noon. After returning to the trap later, I was shocked.
There is the net and it has a fish inside it, well, the problem is the fish itself.
It was half as big as the net, it was almost like an eel with how long it is, and it was struggling with its head stuck in the trap.
The moment I saw it, I thought this was a bust and returned to the surface. But the annoyance of all the planning I have made go to waste made me stay.
So again I asked Doraem-I mean the Box for a harpoon and dived back to finish off the poor thing and get my dinner.
I got close to the fish, and it was still struggling. After I got close enough, I stabbed it with the harpoon.
It struggled more intensely for a moment and then stopped completely.
Returning to the surface again to take a breath, I dived back down, untied the trap, and took it all back to the beach.
Honestly, it was tiring, after dragging all of the packages to the beach, I started another drama entirely.
Taking the fish out of the net was annoying, but opening it up and cleaning it was an entirely different beast.
My StoicHiki and QuickCookHiki were pushed to the limit. And by the time all of this was finished, the sun was already gone, and with it all my enthusiasm for the idea of fishing.
"This was really a bad idea. Do I really have to act all independent and shit? This is sucks."
Only after I took the first bite of the grilled fish meat did these thoughts go from my head.
It was delicious! Incomparably delicious! This Hachiman has never eaten anything like that!
"Maybe it is the spices?" It was the normal spices you put on your cooking. It shouldn't be anything special.
As a test, I tried one without any add-ons. Just the campfire and then straight to my mouth.
It too was delicious, so now what was going on? Although I have never seen this fish before, I am sure as hell that this fish is either a no-hunt, or something undiscovered. Most likely the latter.
Because if it were a no-hunt, the dish would be as expensive as hell, even if it were poisonous. Someone would have found a way to make it not, and the prize would be even more expensive, as it would need a special cook to prepare it.
During my musing, half the fish was gone before I knew it. And my stomach was left in a bless.
This fish was truly delicious, and all of this effort was worth it.
From then on, I started thinking about fishing again tomorrow. The fish trap was not that damaged, and I could still get the fish food. If this fish lives here, then it would be the best.
It is amazing how a bit of delicious food can do to a person. Just a bit of it, and I completely forgot all the trouble, and all I was thinking about was how to get more of it.
While I could still use the Box to conjure it. I still prefer to fish it myself, as it would be more beneficial to a loner like me to learn such a skill.
'Moreover, if I can find my way back to this island, I can use a portion of the money I get from selling the gold pile I buried on the island to open something like a fishing company, and sell these fish at a high price. Like this, I will be a billionaire in no time.'
These were my thoughts as I drifted into sleep that day.
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A/N: Whew, the third Chapter is done.
I am sure you have already noticed that Hachiman still hasn't accepted the fact that he is in another world.
No matter how I think about it, I can't imagine Hachiman accepting a fact with this magnitude without a huge shock.
But that's it for now!
Thank you all for reading and have a nice day!