One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Bellemere looked at her two sensible daughters, her heart filled with mixed emotions, but she ultimately could not make a decision.

Seeing this, Ah Jian offered some kind advice:

"As Captain Yang Ming said, only the strong can prove what fairness and justice are. You wouldn't want your two children to experience something like what happened today, would you?"

Ah Jian, as expected of a seasoned simp who has secretly admired Bellemere for many years, deeply understands the thoughts of this older single woman.

Once Ah Jian pointed out the key to it, Bellemere suddenly understood and immediately saluted Yang Ming solemnly:

"Reported by Private Bellmer, former 234th Naval Division, I am ready to follow your orders."

Yang Ming nodded secretly.

Now, he can finally enjoy the treatment of having his body tremble and people from all directions bowing down to him.

Of course, Yang Ming's current military rank is still too low, and it will be a long and arduous road to recruiting big names.

But at least there's something to look forward to, isn't there?

Tina and her subordinates came and took away all the dejected fishman pirates. Yang Ming accompanied Bellemere to the small house where the three of them lived.

Although Ah Jian's strength was average, his years of experience at the grassroots level had given him a keen eye. He seemed to understand that Yang Ming wanted to tell Bellemere and the others something important, so he wisely did not go with them.

Real estate doesn't work on this vast ocean.

Even the poorest people could build a simple wooden house out of timber, not to mention that Bellemere had served as a private for many years in the navy and had some savings to buy a house and furniture.

The house has a front yard and a backyard. Although small, the house is fully equipped. Orange trees are planted in front of and behind the house. With a warm breeze in the middle of summer, the pleasant aroma of fruit immediately fills the air and is refreshing.

The house was a two-story building with bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Yang Ming sat down on the sofa, and Bellemere, who was always straightforward and couldn't keep her thoughts to herself, finally revealed all the doubts she had had along the way.

"Captain Yang Ming, I know my own limitations. I am not a genius, nor do I have any outstanding skills. Why would you specifically come to recruit me?"

Yang Ming glanced around and saw that Nami and Nojiko both looked nervous because of Bellemere's words, so he chuckled softly.

He pointed at Nami and Nojiko with one finger and said in a joking tone:

"If I said I came here for them, would you believe me?"

Bellemere looked at the young man who was not much older than her two daughters. Although Yang Ming was taller than his peers and had experienced a lot, he did not look like an eight-year-old child at all, but rather like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

Even so, the youthful naiveté of his age was still evident on Yang Ming's face.

"Pfft!"

Bellemere covered her mouth and burst into laughter, her ample bosom swaying from side to side, making her hard to ignore.

"Captain Yang Ming, you really know how to joke. If you were ten years later, when you've grown up, with your eloquence, even I might be captivated by your charm."

On the contrary, Nami and Nojiko, when they heard Yang Ming say this, although they looked disbelieving, were secretly delighted.

Now, after Bellemere's explanation, Nami and Nojiko's faces fell, looking like deflated eggplants.

Seeing the rich expressions on the faces of the two exquisitely beautiful girls, Yang Ming felt a secret pleasure, satisfying his perverse sense of humor that he would never share with outsiders.

Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said:

"I plan to set up an intelligence organization. The intelligence personnel do not need to be too strong, but they must have courage and insight, and be able to endure hardship and tolerate what ordinary people cannot."

"You will be the first employee of this intelligence organization. I will not treat anyone unfairly. I will give you a salary of 300,000 Berries a year. If there are any intelligence investigation projects, you can apply to me for special funds."

Bellemere had assumed that Yang Ming was there to explain the things he needed to be aware of when joining his team, and was using the act of looking down and drinking coffee to hide his excitement and nervousness.

But as Yang Ming explained the intelligence organization structure, Bellemere listened in stunned silence.

Build your own intelligence organization?

A salary of 300,000 pesos a year?

Am I dreaming?

Bellemere pinched the flesh on her thigh hard, the pain making her gasp. The pain confirmed that she wasn't dreaming.

Why would a naval lieutenant build his own intelligence organization?

Bellemere was a smart man; he naturally knew what to ask and what not to ask.

Moreover, Yang Ming saved her life, and indirectly saved the lives of Nami and Nojiko as well. For both moral and logical reasons, Bellemere decided to keep this doubt to herself and never let it out.

"Captain Yang Ming, if I may ask, does this intelligence organization have a name?"

Yang Ming raised a finger. The bright sunlight streaming through the window cast a soft glow upon him. His deep, dark eyes gazed at the woman before him, and he said calmly:

"dawn."

"This is the name of this intelligence organization."

"I hope that the Akatsuki organization can play a pivotal role in world peace and justice."

Under the radiance, Yang Ming's face was hazy, and his whole body shimmered with a faint white light, as if a god had descended to the mortal world.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the minds of Bellemere and her two daughters.

Years later, when Nami, now a member of the Akatsuki organization, infiltrated the Straw Hat Pirates, whenever she recalled that day, it still felt like a dream, so unreal.

The eyeball clone, hidden in the corner, silently closed its Mangekyou Sharingan, ending its mental influence on Bellemere and her two daughters.

The Akatsuki organization is crucial to Yang Ming's grand plan, so he naturally cannot completely trust someone he has only known for less than a day. Even though he knows from the original story that Bellemere is a trustworthy person, and that he has Nami and Nojiko as his weaknesses, he still needs to take necessary precautions.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Yang Ming left the cozy little house alone and returned to the three-masted sailboat, where he saw Tina with her arms crossed on the railing, gazing absentmindedly at the distant sea view.

Tina has become increasingly mature. Years of exercise have given her a slender figure with not an ounce of excess fat. Her waist is as thin as a willow branch. Yang Ming's gaze shifted downwards and he noticed that the shape of a kiwi was outlined on Tina's slightly loose trousers.

Tina remained completely unaware as Yang Ming approached from behind.

Yang Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he took out the Shatter King boxing gloves from his pocket.

These boxing gloves are useless to Yang Ming, but they can be given to Tina as a gift.

If Tina were to combine the destructive power of the Crush King gauntlets with her own Cage-Cage Fruit ability, there might be some unexpected surprises.

"Sister Tina."

Yang Ming suddenly spoke up, interrupting Tina's train of thought.

Tina turned around and saw Yang Ming holding a pair of cool-looking boxing gloves in his hands, saying:

"This is a gift for you."

The women in the navy don't prefer pretty faces. The moment Tina took a liking to the Crusher, she fell in love with the boxing gloves. And the moment she put them on, she was surprised to find that they fit her perfectly.

Young girls are naturally prone to sentimentality, and Tina's slight jealousy and unhappiness vanished instantly, replaced by a warm feeling in her heart. She thought to herself:

"As expected, my little man is the one who cares for me the most!"

Chapter 111 In my eyes, strength and weakness are measured in meters.

A warship slowly approached from a distance.

On the deck, a pretty young girl assumed a fighting stance, her fists clad in a pair of cool-looking gauntlets. With a low shout, she unleashed a powerful punch.

As the gloves of the Crushing King shimmered with a soft glow, Tina unleashed a burst of energy, creating a wave that surged several meters high on the sea surface.

Tina tossed back her sweaty hair, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement, and excitedly hugged Yang Ming tightly.

"Finally it worked!"

With his face buried deep in her soft embrace and a pleasant fragrance lingering around his nose, Yang Ming struggled to break free from Tina's arms, feeling happy for her improved strength.

Joelle Bonney sat on the railing, her bare feet dangling in mid-air. Her fair, tender feet were soft and her ten toes were like white jade pearls.

She rested her chin on one hand, her lips slightly pouting, watching the scene with some displeasure, secretly gritting her teeth.

"cut!"

"Does receiving gifts make you special?"

The thought that someone had completely forgotten her existence and hadn't even considered sending her a gift made Joelle Bonney furious.

Reason told Joelle Bonney that she and Yang Ming hadn't known each other for long and hadn't formed a deep bond; it was entirely her own doing, clinging to Yang Ming's side relentlessly.

But if a girl is rational, is she still a girl?

Seeing that Tina had begun to master the Crusher King equipment, Yang Ming also began daily training.

Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the deck, letting bolts of lightning strike him from the sky.

With each baptism of thunder, Yang Ming's muscles trembled slightly, tempering his body from the outside in, slowly enhancing his physical attributes, and developing himself into a monster.

The warships gradually approached the island where Shimotsuki Village was located.

This island was originally sparsely populated, with few inhabitants. This was because the island was small and lacked sufficient soil to grow crops, making it impossible for farmers to harvest enough food to survive. In addition, it lacked distinctive products, unlike Coco Yaxi Village, where people could grow orange trees to make a living. Naturally, few people settled here.

But one day, an uninvited guest arrived on this nameless island and established a dojo called Frostmoon. Because of the large number of disciples he recruited, many wealthy families from nearby islands and villages sent their children to Frostmoon Dojo to train in swordsmanship.

Over time, people got used to naming the island Frostmoon Island. As more and more people settled on the island, the original nameless village was renamed Frostmoon Village.

On the map of this sea area in the East China Sea, Shimotsuki Village is marked with very small text, and it is easy to miss if you don't look carefully.

Of course, generally no one would pay attention to this obscure island, except for those with ulterior motives.

On the cliff, a boy with green hair was training hard. He had a bamboo knife between his strong white teeth and held another bamboo knife in each hand. One end of the handle of the knife was wrapped with a rope, and the other end of the rope was wrapped around the branch of a towering tree behind him, from which hung a rock weighing several tens of kilograms.

"Hmph! Hmph!"

A fierce energy burst forth from his thin frame. The green-haired boy gritted his teeth, gripping the bamboo knife tightly. Even as large beads of sweat streamed down his face, he continued to swing the knife with all his might, his arms and teeth uttering indistinct sounds:

"123...256...359..."

Roronoa Zoro's daily routine consists of swinging his bamboo sword a thousand times.

This is simply unbelievable among people of the same age.

Even if you swing the knife a hundred times a day, it would be enough to overwhelm a pampered child, making them feel like their arms are about to be ripped off.

On the contrary, Roronoa Zoro didn't care about these things at all, and even added dozens of kilograms of weight to himself.

Perhaps this is why, despite the many years that the Shimotsuki Dojo has been established and countless disciples have been recruited, only Roronoa Zoro has become famous throughout the world.

So-called geniuses are 99% perspiration and 1% natural talent.

Mediocre people always see the dazzling side of geniuses, often ignoring the hard work behind their success.

Perhaps, when mediocre people see Roronoa Zoro training so selflessly, they might ask in return: