Lost In One Piece

I think you and I could use a little refresher on the timeline of Lost In One Piece, after all, six months have passed since this journey began, and if you've been following me from the start, you definitely deserve a clear, fresh recap. A lot has happened, and amidst all the twists and turns, it's easy to lose track. So, let's take a step back, piece everything together, and dive back in with a renewed perspective.

But stay with me the chapter is only beginning.

Time had lost its rigidity the moment Satoru Gojo found himself inexplicably hurled into this world.

One second, he was indulging in a pack of sweets with Nanami; the next, he awoke in darkness, confined in the suffocating prison of the Celestial Dragons.

What had started as a fleeting moment of confusion soon stretched into weeks of torment, and Gojo found himself enduring what no man, no god, should have ever suffered.

The first month of his new existence was hell.

Imprisoned alongside the broken and discarded souls of the world, Gojo had met those who bore the weight of oppression firsthand—Boa Hancock, Koala, Kai, Fisher Tiger, Jinbei, and even the legendary Silvers Rayleigh.

It was within these cold, suffocating cells that the first cracks in his unshakable confidence began to show.

Gojo was strong, but here, stripped of his powers, he was just another victim. He had never been weak before—never known powerlessness.

And yet, the cruel laughter of his captors, the lifeless eyes of his fellow prisoners, and the lingering scent of despair threatened to break even him.

One month. That's how long it took before Fisher Tiger led the great escape.

The chaos of that night still played fresh in his mind—fire licking the sky, chains breaking, blood soaking the pristine floors of Mary Geoise.

Gojo had never felt satisfaction quite like the moment he watched the fear on the faces of their oppressors.

The chains that had held him down snapped under the weight of revolution, and though his cursed energy had yet to return, he fought with nothing but his fists and his will.

From there, his journey aboard Fisher Tiger's ship lasted two weeks—two weeks of sailing through waters filled with stories of oppression, revolution, and blood.

It was within this time that he truly saw the weight that Fisher Tiger and Jinbei carried.

The world was cruel, far crueler than Gojo had ever acknowledged in his own.

But he had already resolved to move forward, to carve his own path in this new world.

They dropped him off at Ohara, the island of scholars, where he remained for two months.

Ohara had been an unexpected sanctuary.

For the first time since his arrival, Gojo found silence, knowledge, and, perhaps, a brief moment of peace.

He spent his days buried in books, indulging in theories of ancient civilizations, the Void Century, and mysteries that even he found intriguing.

But at night, the memories clawed at him—the torment of his captivity, the gnawing feeling of powerlessness, and the nagging question of why his abilities had yet to return.

There, he met Robin and Saul.

A child with too much knowledge and a giant with too much heart.