Fateful Encounter On Karate Island

"Nine hundred and ninety eight, nine hundred and ninety nine, one thousand," the young man said, after completing his mid-day warm up of punching the massive boulder three times his size just outside the dojo he'd spent the last few years training and living in. This young man was none other than Ares the Prodigy of Karate Island, a relatively well known martial artist and outlaw in the South Blue. The sky above the island was as clear as the ocean that surrounded it, the sun was shining and the breeze was minimal. It was a lovely day to say the least. The teenaged martial artist lifted the boulder and chucked it high into the air with one hand. On it's descent he threw a seemingly effortless jab at it, shattering it completely sending the debris flying. "Stronger.. I need to get stronger," he uttered.