An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 64 The Prison and the Sea (A memorable scene tomorrow, be sure to read on)

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Suddenly, the dark sky opened up, letting in a burst of light.

What's going on? Is it already morning? I need to get up and do my special training right away...

Breathing in the long-awaited fresh air, Luca couldn't wait to stick his head out of the barrel.

Looking at the vast ocean before him, Luca was completely bewildered.

WTF? What am I doing here? I... I've time-traveled again?!
As the drowsy feeling faded, Luca's memories began to resurface, with scenes from the previous days playing out in his mind like a montage.

Rewinding to a few days ago, after defeating the King of the Coast, it embarked on its journey on the Grand Line aboard the Sailing Ship, amidst the cheers of a group of elves.

Unfortunately, before it had even been sailing for a day, it encountered the worst weather that navigators feared most—a super storm.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the dog was on the boat, the boat was on the waves, the waves were tens of meters high.

Tens of meters high waves surged in, and Luca's "Sailing Forward" broke apart under the weight of the waves as soon as it set sail.

It's obvious that this ship is a complete shoddy construction project, and the dog in charge of building it must have taken kickbacks from the materials.

Before he could even berate the Royal Security Captain for taking kickbacks from the ship's construction fees, Luca, in the final moments of crisis, had a brilliant idea: he crawled into a wooden barrel on the ship and narrowly escaped disaster.

"Man!"

As soon as Luca looked up, he saw a black, hard-boiled egg that had lost its voice and was making a strange noise.

Luca was also startled, but it quickly looked closer and realized that the other party was actually a person!

Yes, he was actually alone!

You see, in this world of the Navy King, all the intelligent beings Luca had encountered before were elves; this was the first time he had ever met a real human.

Looking at the two-meter-tall black man with a bald head and a striking iced tea-inspired hairstyle, Luca couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What the heck? You're here too?!"

This creature looks so familiar; it's one of the standard bio-automated farming tools used in the old Calculation Wood Farm.

The opponent's solid muscles and tall stature were top-notch in their eyes, far superior to that of Dog Hao, who groaned and complained after picking a few cotton.

Although Luca didn't know where this thing came from, it always felt that this thing shouldn't exist in this world.

With a helpless, wry smile, the tall Black man spread his hands and began his self-introduction.

“Man! What can I say? I was just on a helicopter with my family to a party, when suddenly the helicopter went out of control, and then everything spun around and I ended up here. Oh, f***ing, this is a nightmare…”

Black lines gradually appeared on Luca's forehead.

A black man with a Los Angeles accent; it seems like something strange has infiltrated the film set…

However, it didn't have Mo Zhen's rich thought process and didn't know how to make a sarcastic remark for a while.

Looking around, Luca found himself on a rather large three-masted ship.

It seemed that the wooden barrel I was riding in had been salvaged by the people on the ship as supplies.

Observing the dark red stains on the ship and the marks left by various knives, guns, and cannons, Luca immediately realized that this place was not simple.

This might be a... pirate ship!

Upon thinking of this, Luca's "Heart of Justice" began to stir.

As a loyal dog aspiring to become the King of the Navy, it would never let any pirate on the Grand Line escape.

So it grabbed the iced tea-style packaging of the man in front of it and asked with righteous indignation.

"Tell me the truth, who are you? If you don't, I won't be polite!"

Forced by Luca's righteous indignation, the other party seemed to recall some past events and almost reacted by covering his head with his hands.

But his extensive experience calmed him down immediately.

He revealed a resolute gaze and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"My name is Kobe, and I am a basketball player."

Koby...

There was no reason, just a strange intuition, but Luca always felt that the name should be given to a pink-haired, watermelon-headed, four-eyed guy.

This strange feeling vanished in an instant, Luca then asked.

"Basketball player? What's that..." When Luca mentioned his identity as a basketball player, Lao Da revealed his signature bright smile.

That cheerful smile tinged with a hint of helplessness is hard to resist no matter how many times you see it.

Then he began to speak eloquently.

“Man! What can I say? Before I came into this world, I was the best basketball player in the world, everyone called me Lao Da…”

Kobe sat down with his back against the mast, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the calluses on his palms.

Those deep and shallow lines hold the secrets of two decades of ups and downs in the stadium.

The sea breeze brushed past his ears, and in a daze, he heard again the creaking sound of the iron gate of the training hall opening at four in the morning.

The sound of metal door frames scraping against the ground, mixed with the cold morning fog of Los Angeles, is the unchanging start of every day.

My memory suddenly jumped to that humid summer night in 2006, under the dome of the Staples Center, where the shouts of the fans crashed against my nerves like waves.

With five minutes left in the third quarter, he stared at the scoreboard, his jersey already soaked with sweat and clinging to his back.

The moment possession changed, he started from the baseline, changed direction, accelerated, his ankle made a dangerous cracking sound in his shoe, and the basketball in his hand turned into the most deadly parabola in the instant he took off.

The clearest memory is of the night of his retirement game in 2016, where the No. 8 and No. 24 jerseys hung side by side on the locker in the locker room, and the championship rings gleamed warmly under the lights.

He looked at his 38-year-old self in the mirror, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hiding the exhaustion after countless jump shots, yet he could still hear the voice in his heart: "Fight for the last time, like the first time."

The 60-point comeback, the trembling of the fingertips during the final shot, the choked-up chants of the entire stadium, and the words "Mamba out" as they left the court—that was the end, but also immortality.

It seemed that he had found someone to confide in in this foreign land. Lao Da talked endlessly about his glorious years, starting from Los Angeles at four in the morning and going straight to the helicopter that took him to this other world.

This resolute black man choked up several times when he talked about the years he spent sweating on the basketball court.

Because he knew he might never be able to hold his beloved basketball again.

Although in the end Luca still didn't quite understand what basketball was all about, he knew that the man was definitely not lying.

Because his eyes lit up when the other person mentioned basketball.

This is the look in the eyes of someone who has dreams.

Moreover, from the other person's words, Luca understood that the other person, like himself, had also traveled here from another world.

In a sense, they are the same kind of people.

This similar situation gave it a strange sense of belonging to this man.

"Very well, Kobe, then let me ask you, are you a champion of justice? Can I trust you...?"

After a three-second silence, a myriad of complex emotions flashed across Lao Da's eyes, and then he spoke with mixed feelings.

"I think I am."

In the instant their eyes met, Luca calmly and frankly confessed.

"Very well, then I'll tell you, I'm a navy officer!"

For a moment, Kobe's bald head trembled, revealing a look of surprise.

"What? The Navy! So... you're a cop in this world, oh no, a policeman, right?"

Although Luca considered himself a security guard in the strictest sense, he couldn't bear to disappoint Kobe when he saw the hopeful look in his eyes.

So it nodded firmly.

"That's right, so please tell me everything you know, and I will seek justice for you!"

"Oh, man! How crazy! I never thought I'd be saved by the Navy one day..."

As he spoke, Kobe began to put on a mask of pain, his expression gradually losing control, tears streaming down his face as he choked back sobs.

"This ship is a pirate ship ruled by a terrifying fat woman named Alvida. Everyone on board is ruled by her iron rod. After arriving here, she beat me to my knees and forced me to be her hardworking slave!"

At this point, this once robust and imposing man, brimming with masculine hormones, began to tremble, his legs shaking like a seventy-year-old man suffering from Parkinson's disease...

This...this person's yang energy has been completely drained by that terrifying fat woman! (Deep sorrow)

Just as the two were loudly plotting how to wipe out all the pirates on the ship, a soft, greasy voice slowly came from inside the cabin.

"Oh, my dear Kobe, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to come to my room right away?"

(End of this chapter)