Answer for The rest of my kumi?

Shady Doctor

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Slavery of many races has always been a big market, even over a century ago. Unfortunately for Matrona, even though she had the blood of the mightiest race in history, her mother and father were somehow slaves to a cruel master. The man would perform all sorts of cruelties to the countless lives he “owned”, and treated them no different than he would a roach. Everywhere the man traveled, he’d make large numbers of sales, but to those whom didn’t get bought at each location, they’d be beaten half to death for being “worthless”. At some point the slave owner visited Arabasta, making sales all around the island. At this time, Matrona was just about to enter the world, as the owner and all his slaves traversed across a harsh desert. A lot of slaves simply died in the desert due to being weak from continuously being beaten, but Matrona’s parents stood strong. Her mother was near death also, yet she was also going into labor. She knew she wouldn’t survive both the desert and giving birth, but she wanted to give her child some sort of chance at life. Any chance outside of slavery. Soon enough, she had given birth to the young girl, but before she even gave her a name, she’d wrap Matrona up in a cloth and drop her into a nearby river they had been passing by. She didn’t know if the child would survive in the river or not, but she knew for sure that she’d die or live a horrible life if she allowed her to stay with the owner.

Fortunately for the newborn giant, she’d float within the river for a time before washing up in an unknown desolate area. After being washed up, the baby simply cried into the night sky; Though no one or nothing approached her. Her cries continued to echo through the darkness of the night until she finally cried herself to sleep, new to the world, nothing to eat, no one to watch over her, just nothing in the world for her.

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Years had passed and somehow the young giant had survived. Not only survived, but grew and thrived over the many hectic years that she spent alone. At this point she was still a child, being no more than an Adolecent or pre teen at most. Over the years she had ran into humans and other races that were traversing through the island, thus the small interactions she’d have with them every now and again would help her learn to speak on a minor level. Though it was tough for her to hold full conversations since she grew up alone outside of random encounters. Most of the people she ran into treated her badly, so her first reaction to most people was to engage in some sort of combat in order to protect herself. This lead to her killing countless people and creatures that came through the area she lived in.

Time went by with her doing the same things on a day to day basis; Hunting for creatures to kill so that she could have food in her stomach, protecting her lands from any sort of man or woman, and practicing words that she had heard over the years. Though she did the same things daily, this day would change how she would go about life. She’d be walking down the river she lived by, her legs engulfed in water as she pushed her youthful body through the weak tide of the fresh streaming liquid. Water would splash up with every step she took in the river, giving her upper body small mists of cool water that hit against it and cooled her down. This always cleared her mind and allowed her to think better as she practiced on her limited speech and words she knew.

Soon enough her carefree attitude and relaxed mind would shift into a defensive mindset. She had seen a man at the river; Though he didn’t have any noticeable weapons and seemed kind of elderly, Matrona didn’t discriminate when approaching someone in her territory and always approached with an aimless aggression. She had been tricked many of times over her time on the island and had learned her lesson at this point.

”Leave!!!”

The young girl shouted as she rushed the man at full speed, nothing in her mind besides taking out the threat to her livelihood. Water from the river created mini waves as she ran through and approached the man whom was evidently smaller than her. She’d attempt a huge over head hammer strike with both of her hands clasped together tightly as possible. The blow would land directly on the body of the elderly man whom she assumed was simply too slow to evade her mighty strike. Like the wild child that she is, she simply continues to throw wild blows over and over again, each of them hitting; Causing a massive smoke screen of dirt to build up as the ground surrounding the area began to break apart.

”Well little girl, you sure are more aggressive from this close. Maybe you need a timeout??”

The mans voice spoke calmly and nonchalantly as the dust began to clear from the area, while Matrona on the other hand had a shocked and confused look on her face. She was sure every single one of her attacks had landed, but the elderly man failed to even move from the exact position he was in, let alone be harmed by her attacks. What was this?

”Why the face little girl? You’re so big and strong. You’re used to crushing your prey huh? Hehehehe”

Matrona knew she was being mocked and her newly angry face would show that she didn’t like it at all. She’d cocck her fist back yet again to attempt an even stronger blow, but the old man simply took a deep breath and delivered a swift and powerful blow to the girls gut. She’d spit up blood immediately, which fell into the river leaving a huge crimson patch flowing through the stream. The huge child would fold under the pressure of the punch while her consciousness faded in and out numerous times in a moment’s notice. A feeling she never felt before was coming over her body. She had never been hit with such power. But this man was so fragile looking and elderly. How could he possess such power in a single punch? The old man didn’t stop there though. Using the same hand, he’d grip Matrona’a shirt and toss her giant ass across the terrain, sending the girl flying dozens of meters away before crashing into a dune of hard sand.

”Hmm. Twenty years since I saw you wash up on this river, yet you’re still pathetically weak hm? Guess I’ll return another time. You aren’t ready.... Matrona.”

”M- Matrona??”

She had never been called by anything beside “monster” or “girl”, so hearing someone call her by something besides that piqued her interest immediately.


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Matrona was extremely injured at this point, yet she willed her body to move and follow the old man as he walked away from the place she lived. She had no idea where he was going, but she needed to catch up to him and find out what he knew about her. He said he had known about her for twenty years. But how?

Matrona followed the man through many different desert like terrains; Some where heat struck her so bad she could barely keep conscious. While others nearly buried and suffocated her within sand storms. Throughout following the man, she caught up to him numerous times, only to be struck down before she could find out any answers. Most of the time she waited for the man to set up camp for the night and attempted to attack him while he slept so she could capture him and question him. It was always a failure, yet she continuously tried. It’s like the man had some sort of sixth sense. This was ridiculous. Someone so old and fragile shouldn’t possess such natural capabilities.

The same process continued for about five years or so; Her stalking the elderly man, attacking his camp, and being defeated. A lot of the time over the years, she was physically too beaten up from the confrontations to even hunt or get food for herself, so she would scrape up scraps from his camp whenever he’d change locations. Little did she know, he purposely left a decent amount of scraps so she wouldn’t simply die off. Finally one day, she was starving beyond any other point in her life and she felt as if she’d lose her life if she tried attacking the camp again, yet once night time hit, she approached the camp. The old man would be laying down, about to call it a night when he was approached by Matrona once again, but this time was different. The young Matrona would drop to her hands and knees in front of the mans pallet, body battered and bleeding as tears flowed down her face.

”*Sniff. Sniff* PLEASE SIR! Help me. I- I’m lonely. I can’t survive anymore. I- I - I need you.”

The man would get up out of his pallet on the floor and approach the young giant, placing his hand on her chin and lifting her head before speaking to her.

”Ahh, my dear Matrona. You’re finally ready. I’m sorry I allowed you to live in such a way for so many years. But once I saw you wash up in that river 25 years ago, I knew you’d be the one I pass my knowledge on to. You’re destined change this world my young warrior.”

Matrona simply looked at the man with tears still in her eyes as he spoke. What did he mean. Destined to change this world? How? She couldn’t find the words to speak back so she simply continued to listen.

”I just had to make sure that you experienced the hells this world could have. Make sure that such an upbringing wouldn’t destroy the good inside of you. Having a good heart and opening up enough to admit you need someone else besides yourself, after being treated horribly your whole life, shows me that you have the capacity to do amazing things. Now follow me. We’ll begin immediately after I get you back to health. Hehehehe.”

”B- Begin what?”

The man simply smiled at Matrona and walked away, hoping she’d be smart enough to follow along.

”The secret to why you could never beat me before, of course. Hehehehe”


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  • He finally trains her
Matrona and the man had traversed to a secret place he apparently built over his many years on the island. It seemed like a massive canyon of sand, with walls built around like some sort of protective barrier; While directly in the middle was a huge Lake and and a massive house. The house itself didn’t seem like it was made for normal sized people to be honest. How long was this man here to have built such a home for himself? It was insane to even think about. And WHY would he build such a large place.

As he said, he got Matrona right back to pristine health in no time, tending to her wounds and filling her stomach with feast after feast. She had never been treated with the kindness he treated her with now; He seemed like an entirely different man than what she thought he was.

Finally the day had come where Matrona would learn the secrets to why the man was so brilliantly strong. See, she had spent the last year with him not only recovering her body, but sharpening her mind by learning under him. He taught he how to speak better, how to read and much more in such a short period of time. It had a lot to do with his teaching methods, but apparently Matrona was like a sponge when It came to learning new things. She now spent every day on a unique routine of learning new things that he had to offer; Yet he never would say what his name was, simply told her to call him gramps. She was doing her daily studies when she heard Gramps calling from outside. He never interrupted her when she was studying, why would he today? Was there an emergency?

Matrona immediately dropped everything she was doing and burst out of the giant doorway which led to a makeshift training ground that she had yet to actually put to use. As she entered the training grounds in search for gramps, she heard the rushing sound of wind being broken through, which prompted her to look over to her side only to see the man whom she was looking for attacking her head on. She quickly began an evasion maneuver to get out of the way, but fell short before gramps landed a heavy blow in her right shoulder area. It sent her tumbling a few meters away before she caught her footing and slid across the ground into a solid landing.

”What the hell gramps???! I think - *wince* you might’ve broken my shoulder...”

”Ahhh you’ll be fine little Matrona! You’re real training starts now. It’ll take years on top of years before you can do anything even near what I can do, but you have a long ass life ahead of you, so you’ll fit this style of fighting perfectly. You think you had it rough before you met me? Well from this day on, I’ll put your mind and body through hell, all the while, I’ll slowly teach you the ways of JioKen!”

Matrona stood there huffing and puffing as her gramps spoke to her. What was he talking about? She understood the concept of beating her body into shape for growth of power. But JioKen? What was that?

”What do you mean by JioKen?”

Gramps smiled as he began to attack Matrona again. This time the blows seemed to come with more speed and with much more weight behind them when it came to terms of power. She was doing all she could to try to withstand the constant flurries of punches and kicks, but in mere minutes she was overwhelmed and put in a ditch. This would happen over and over again throughout the long days they spent together, only stopping to bath, eat, study, meditate and sleep. Outside of those things, gramps had set a rule that Matrona wasn’t allowed to do Anything else. Not until she had stored more “Ki” than he could. Whatever that meant.



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”Gramps! Check this out!”

The now extremely old and fragile man would slowly exit a huge door, using a cane to assist him in his slow approach to a nearby balcony. From the balcony he could see the now seemingly teenage (looks around 18) Matrona approaching with numerous large sea creatures in tow. It had been many many years, and the old man knew he was close to the end of his life. He was only human, so he knew he wouldn’t live long enough to see Matrona prosper in her life, but he had done all he can to help this world by creating a kind, yet powerful woman whom would change the world.

”Yo gramps! Check this haul out! Went to the beach at the far west of the island to get the good ones with a lot of meat!”

Gramps simply let off a slight chuckle while jumping down to Matrona’s side. It had to be at least 30 or 40 stories high, yet the brittle man was still capable of landing as if he was in his prime. Once he landed, he’d sit down in front of Matrona and start to speak to her.

”Hmm? So that means you’ve reached the point I’ve been waiting for... Traversing those deserts back and forth at the pace you did is abnormal, even for a giant in its prime... You must’ve indeed mastered the meditation process I’ve taught you, and stored plenty of Ki over these many decades..... Now I can - Let go. Show me the process one more time, Matrona. I want to see one last time.”

”Huh? What do you mean last time? No more training if I do it right?????”

Matrona excitedly got into a meditative position with her legs crossed as she sat down and began meditating. She felt the world around her as she emptied her mind and allowed her body to become a vessel for power. Gramps always said the key to JioKen was the time one spent in this world alive being channeled through the body and stored in the form of ki, which in turn empowered the body in ways that were unimaginable. She’d continue to meditate and store key, almost losing track of the real world and time as she had a completely clear mind at this point. Suddenly a nearby rock falling broke the silence and her eyes shot open.

”SEE gram - gramps? GRAMPS!!!!”

Sitting in front of her in his own meditative state was gramps.... or at least a husk of the body that gramps once occupied. All life, spirit and ki had left the body of the elderly man as he allowed all the ki to leave his body once he saw that Matrona had the style down pact. That was his goal. To pass on his knowledge to someone with a pure heart and loving soul. He knew she was going to grown into greatness, so he died happy. On the other hand, Matrona was alone again. It reminded her so much of her younger days, but it hurt even worse. Back then she was simply alone. Now she had lost the only person she had, and she was alone.

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