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Law opened his eyes. Humid, stuffy, constricting—those were his first thoughts as he stared up at towering trees and an odd conglomerate of a lizard and a bird screeching above him.
Where was he?
What had happened?
The last thing he could remember…. He couldn’t.
“You died a most tragic death."
Law looked around for the wispy voice, but saw nothing.
“With regards to your last wish, I have sent you back in time. You are now twenty-four again, when you first entered the Grand Line. The only change this time around is that your friends think you drowned after your defeat of Bacca and thus are living peacefully on Swallow Island, when in fact you are currently on the Grand Line island of Little Garden.”
Law opened and closed his mouth. The cogs in his mind creaked as he tried to take in the information overload told to him by a voice that only he seemed to hear.
“Who are you?” he asked first. “Why can I hear you?”
“I have long forgotten my name,” the deep, feminine voice replied , “I, along with others, was slaughtered during the Void Century, and in hopes of aiding future generations, from our souls grew Treasure Tree Adam, from which the Ope-Ope no mi you consumed was born.”
Law’s jaw dropped, and this time, it didn’t close.
“You knew this at the time of your death,” the voice continued, “which is why I tell you now. Certain…circumstances around your time of death allowed me to regain some of my power, my consciousness, and upon meeting you, my bearer, one who reminds me much of myself back then, I could not ignore your last moments.”
Law struggled to keep up. “Wait, w—”
“I do not have much time remaining.” The voice grew steadily fainter. “I cannot tell you more about the fierce battle in which you passed. This lifetime, I hope you can live freely.”
“I did live freely,” Law cut in with a scowl.
“Perhaps.” The voice seemed amused. “Live more freely, then,” she corrected, voice barely a whisper now, “without the shackles of your past. I did the best I could with my limited power. Until the day you come upon the truth once more, I bid you farewell, Trafalgar D. Water Law.”
“Wait, you haven’t explained shit!”
There was no response, and Law growled in frustration as he tried to piece together all the information, as well as the memories he did remember.
He remembered everything up to the battle to take down Kaido and Big Mom. Whether they won or lost was beyond him, and everything after that was gone, though he did get the sense that he’d died later on; that meant that they’d successfully defeated two of the Yonkos, did it not?
Possibly the most important thing, though, was his last wish.
Where he was, when he was—they were both connected to his ‘last wish’, a wish he didn’t remember, not to mention the woman had mentioned that he’d died ‘a most tragic death’.
Fantastic.
He’d died tragically while thinking, 'wow, I’d really love to be stranded on a shitty humid island without my crew who think I’m dead as some sort of tiny weird creature'.
That’s right.
He wasn’t even human.
Standing up, he was about as tall as a blade of grass—though, to be fair, the grass here was wild and unkempt—and when he looked down at his limbs and body, they were just…white.
White and made of a somewhat soft material—no genitals, no body hair, no anything, except for his tattoos, which looked somewhat out of place.
Who was he kidding—everything looked out of place.
The trees, the plants, the creatures, himself —there wasn’t a single item of familiarity, granted when it came to the trees, it was more his angle of vision and size that made the trees look tall and ominous.
Thankfully, his Kikoku was strapped on his back—shrunk to a miniature size, of course—and a little sack around his neck that contained a…red pill?
It was most likely of great importance.
After strolling around for a bit, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he still retained his skills and abilities from his devil fruit abilities to his Haki to his technical skills, e.g. his combat and swordsmanship.
Not that it particularly meant that much in this form; he could only create a Room slightly bigger than himself, which was about one and a half feet in diameter and maybe two feet vertically. Maybe.
He supposed it was better than nothing, but at the same time, could he get any more useless?
Apparently so, because when he finally found a river that led out to sea, he looked down to see a mushroom, the mushroom cap almost identical to his spotted white cap he’d worn at Punk Hazard.
He was a mushroom.
His face and body were gone.
He was just a weird talking swordsman mushroom. With arms and legs. And a sword. And fucking eyebags.
How did he still have eyebags as a mushroom?!
His conclusion was, he was done for.
Nevertheless, he trained as the days passed, both to keep himself in shape and improve. He couldn’t possibly improve things like his swordsmanship, but he could improve his Haki and his stamina.
He had to improve his stamina; as a somewhat weakish mushroom, he was bound to be running away from enemies a lot, one of which was a triceratops that he was currently sprinting for his life away from.
There were two giants that lived on this island as well—Law saw and heard them clash everytime a volcano erupted—but he stayed away from them, mostly because they seemed to reside near very large dinosaurs.
Large vegetarian dinosaurs.
Law was just trying to survive; it’d only been a week and he’d already had more near death experiences than he could count on his fingers.
Which was eight, because he only had a thumb and three fingers on each of his ‘hands’.
They were really more along the lines of tiny paws, his ‘fingers’ were so tiny.
He wasn’t even going to talk about his feet; they were so small he didn’t even have toes or claws or any sort of grip, and so it was with very little surprise when he tripped over a tree root and rolled a millimeter away from getting stomped on.
With much concentration, he managed to create a Room and waited to get stomped on again, lopping off the triceratops’s foot just as it entered his small ass Room but before it hit his head.
Law darted away and breathed a small sigh of relief when the triceratops toppled forward, landing on its side, and sheathed his sword.
After many similar scenarios as the one before him, he sometimes got the feeling that living in this godforsaken place had made him exceedingly more reckless and much better at precarious timings.
Was that a good thing?
Questionable.
“Whoa!” an extremely familiar voice yelled from right behind him. “Vivi, did you see that?!”
“The dinosaur?”
“The mushroom! ”
Before Law knew it, none other than the Strawhat Captain had picked him.
“Mugiwara-ya,” Law greeted before thinking about it.
Spending his days as a mushroom had turned him into an idiot, apparently.
Luffy’s jaw dropped and his eyes practically bugged out into a comedically shocked expression. “A talking fighting mushroom?!”
Law grimaced. “Stop yelling in my ear. And don’t grip me so tight. What’re you going to do if you rip me in half? I’m a fucking mushroom.”
“Hey, hey, join my crew!” Luffy exclaimed with stars in his eyes, ignoring Law in typical Luffy fashion. “Zoro’s gonna love you! Ah, he fights with a sword, too. Three of them! Vivi, Vivi, look!”
A girl with blue hair approached, dismounting a duck wearing a chullo.
Law glanced at her in surprise. “Ah, Nefertari,” he blurted, his memories catching up with him faster than his mouth did.
He didn’t know her, but he remembered reading about her in the newspaper at some point…. A kidnapping? Law couldn’t remember.
Of course, the pressing issue at hand was the now extremely suspicious princess staring at him.
“Who are you?” she asked. “ What exactly are you, and how do you know my name?”
“…I’m just a mushroom,” Law replied.
Luffy laughed, but Vivi didn’t, so Law added, “I used to be a human.”
“Ehhh?! You used to be a human?!” Luffy laughed even harder. “How’d you get turned into a mushroom?”
Law shrugged, but then he remembered he practically didn’t have shoulders. “I dunno. I just woke up a week ago as a mushroom.”
Vivi seemed to still be very guarded, so Law added in a deadpan voice, “I’m just a well-informed mushroom, so don’t tear or eat me, okay? It’ll hurt.”
Luffy laughed so hard he rolled on the ground. “You don’t sound like you care. You’re such an interesting mushroom! What’s your name?”
“Trafalgar Law.”
“Tra—Traf— Tra-guy!” Luffy finally beamed in a moment of severe déja vu.
Apparently in this lifetime, Luffy also couldn’t pronounce his name.