I'm an ordinary person, though maybe not all that ordinary.
On the Grand Line, I somehow had both parents alive and well, and a carefree childhood.
On my first day at the Marine training camp, the demon instructor ordered us to run a hundred laps around the field to warm up. That was the moment I woke from my dream and regretted everything. What kind of normal person could stay at a Marine base?
By the ninety-ninth lap, I was panting like a pug, clinging to the sleeves of the orange-haired guy and the sour-faced guy on either side of me so they couldn't pass. Who knew they'd dare fight back, grabbing me hard to keep me from coming in first.
Hah. What weak men.
Over the years that followed, I met all kinds of people. Some were humble and generous, some rebellious and unruly, some domineering and arrogant, and some calm and self-possessed. They all had different personalities, but one thing in common: they were strong.
I don't know why they like an ordinary person like me.
Everyone: What do you even like?
I thought about it and replied: That afternoon, many years ago, when my classmates and I kept tripping each other up.
Everyone: ...
The heroine is probably a simple-minded powerhouse whose stats are off the charts. All schemes are just flashy but ineffectual tricks!
Theme: Stay true to your original intentions, and you'll reach the end.
