One Piece: Starting with Coercion and Enticement of Nami

Under the night.

The forest was both quiet and noisy, with corpses of all sizes lying everywhere, like a slaughterhouse. The air pressure seemed to be low all around, and the only sound was the cooing of a dozen vultures feeding there.

They were not loud, but they had an eerie quality, and because of their noise, they had long since blended into the rotting flesh on the ground.

And they are the successors, countless generations later.

Perhaps it was because the birds in front of them had told them that eating was fine, but they shouldn't make noise.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the air, and the wind couldn't dispel it. After resting for two hours, he was "recovering" and his energy was back to normal.

Swordsmanship (Practice Makes Perfect 26 → 113/200)

[Unarmed Combat Techniques (Beginner Level 5 → 9/100)]

[Self-Recovery (Beginner 1→2/10)]

Close the light curtain panel.

The turmoil in his eyes gradually subsided.

After finishing a crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside bear paw, Tote let out a satisfied burp, got up to stretch, and looked out into the deeper, more secluded forests in the distance.

"It's time to go hunting in deeper places."

"It's not good to stay here any longer."

Carrying his sword, Thoth's figure disappeared from the spot in no time.

In the quiet mountain forest, under the bright moonlight, a fishy smell wafted in the air, and humming sounds came from not far away.

Following the sound, Tote found several plump wild boars in a clump of grass. Adjusting his breathing, he suddenly charged out as he approached.

While Tote was killing pigs and hunting wild animals, in a luxurious restaurant on the top floor of a town center in the seaside port town...

Norton and the first mate appeared there, and sitting in the chair opposite them was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair wearing a purple suit coat.

He is Morgan William, the head of the Morgan family, the biggest gang in town.

Controlling the underground forces on several surrounding islands, after several rounds of drinks and dishes, Norton slammed his glass down on the table with a thud, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold glint in them:

"I wonder what Morgan's men wanted to do with us brothers?"

Shouldn't we just leave each other alone?

Morgan, a gilded cigar dangling from his lips, squinted at the two men and suddenly chuckled softly:

"Mr. Norton, do you know that you are in a very dangerous situation right now?!"

They wantonly slaughtered civilians, and the bounty on their heads skyrocketed, yet their own strength was not commensurate with the bounty.

With a great deal of treasure on board, countless hyenas are now eyeing your heads in the waters around the East China Sea!

The Navy, bounty hunters, your colleagues, and even underground forces like us.

You are now a plump and juicy fat sheep!

Norton's gaze turned cold, and he immediately sneered, "Want to give it a try?"

Morgan raised both hands, looking helpless, and said:

"No, no, no, I'm a businessman. Fighting is too much trouble. I'm only here to point out a good path for Mr. Norton, not to cause you any trouble."

Norton fell silent upon hearing this, while the first mate beside him seemed lost in thought. Morgan, on the other hand, waited leisurely, exhaling the rich smoke from his cigar with a contented expression.

After a while, Norton spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What do you want me to do?"

Morgan smiled slightly: "As I've said before, I'm a businessman."

Mr. Norton's treasure must be hard to sell, right? You can exchange your treasure for Baileys with us, and we can provide you with all sorts of timely intelligence.

For example, when the navy attacks you, provide them with their flight routes and manpower in advance.

And what about this exchange rate...?

Bang!

Suddenly, Norton slammed his hand on the table and stood up, looking at him with a cold gaze:

"My head is right here. You think you can get my money for nothing? Dream on."

After saying that, he got up and left.

Seeing this, the first mate gave Morgan a helpless look, nodded kindly, and then quickly chased after him.

Morgan exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled: "That first mate seems to be much smarter than the captain! It looks like we could try to win him over."

As for the original captain... hehe!

After clapping three times, a burly young man dressed in ordinary clothes emerged from a private booth and bowed respectfully to Morgan.

"Father."

“Dalvin, you heard our conversation just now. Norton Cargo is recruiting. You and a group of brothers will join in batches. Then talk to the first mate about the new captain and our Black Gloves.”

Darwin's lips curved slightly. "Yes, Father, I love watching those foolish pirates!"

Morgan sighed and pressed his temples. "Remember to be careful, although I don't think those peasants can hurt you in the slightest."

Watching his eldest son, whom he was most proud of and who had just graduated from the martial arts academy, leave, Morgan William slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"We can't let a bunch of mudskippers stir up trouble in this great age!"

Standing by the window, gazing at the waves rising and falling along the shore, a slow, wide smile spread across his face.

"It's just a fragment of a sea monster."

011. Some achievements!

Early the next morning.

On the outskirts of the port town.

In a hotel, in a private bathroom.

He wore ordinary, loose men's clothing, and his short, greasy orange hair was deliberately tousled.

Her pretty face and exposed skin were smeared with a slightly dark wheat color.

Nami touched her chubby chin, carefully examining her reflection in the mirror—a face so different she was no longer recognizable—and then chuckled.

"With my agility, I should be able to sneak in. I heard that after this recruitment, they will hold a fight to select the squad leader."

All the officers on board will be outside then, and that will create an opportunity!

Those bright orange eyes immediately crinkled into a smile. "6% certainty."

A night of hunting in the wild.

In the tall, sturdy forest, the dense foliage blocks the morning sunlight, making the environment appear dark.

In a jagged pile of rocks, Thoth watched quietly as a giant python, as thick as a human head, struggled and writhed violently after its head was severed.

Pressing his chest, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air; the massive impact of the python's tail whip, which had carried a full ton, had left Thoth slightly out of breath.

They gathered firewood from all around, lit a fire, and threw a heavy piece of python torso onto the fire to roast.

Arriving at the foot of a cliff not far away, a mountain spring gushes out from a crevice in the rock.

After washing his face and clearing away the weeds from the spring, Tote bent down and drank deeply of the water.

After drinking half his fill, Tote plopped down on a nearby bluestone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A light screen panel appeared in front of me.

Swordsmanship (Practice Makes Perfect 113 → 187/200)

[Unarmed Combat Techniques (Beginner Level 9 → 15/100)]

[Self-Recovery (Beginner 2→3/10)]

In the deep forest at night, wild animals roam in packs, and thanks to Toth's diligent search,

The results were remarkable.

"My swordsmanship proficiency is just 13 points away from advancing to the next level, which should be possible before noon. Moreover, by tomorrow afternoon, my unarmed combat skills should also reach the 'practice makes perfect' level."

While waiting for the meat to be roasted, Tote squinted to replenish his energy, inhaling the increasing aroma of charred meat in the air.

Two hours later.

I've eaten terribly burnt python meat.

Thoth left there and encountered a group of wild boars in another forest, where he also spotted elk.

A dismemberment case occurred.

Continue to wait passively for opportunities to come to you.

noon.

—Aww!

Amidst the mournful cries,

A pack of wolves eyeing the fresh meat was swiftly slaughtered by Tote. With a thud, he kicked the alpha wolf away, then Tote took a step to the side and cut the last remaining wolf in half with his sword.

Looking around, there were still four severely wounded wolves lying on the ground, howling incessantly.

After a few breaths, the second-to-last wolf was defeated, and as a faint warm current flowed from his body...

Suddenly, a system notification appeared from the depths of my consciousness.

[Note: Your swordsmanship "Practice Makes Perfect 200/200" proficiency has reached the maximum value. Your swordsmanship skill will automatically advance.]

[Hint: Your swordsmanship skill has improved from "Practice Makes Perfect" to "Slightly Accomplished"! Gain +1 to Constitution! +1 to Strength!]

[Hint: Your swordsmanship is "Slightly Accomplished" 0/500. The next level is "Mastered".]

Power surged continuously from within his body, and the enhancement of his attributes began to comprehensively strengthen Thoth's physical strength and musculoskeletal power.

Breathing, with a strange frequency and rhythm, emerged from Thoth, and the evolution of swordsmanship began in Thoth's consciousness.

Unlike the saying "practice makes perfect," this method imprints basic swordsmanship into one's mind and body, forming a fundamental instinct that allows for effortless control.

A swordsmanship skill at a certain level of proficiency involves focus and concentration, concentrating all one's strength on the sword and unleashing power from it.

Understand how to apply power.

It's not just about physical strength, but also a rough extension of one's beliefs and will.

Thoth blinked, and his aura was gradually imbued with a sharp intent.

The sword in his hand was still a sword, but it had become different, as if an inanimate object had been gradually imbued with a spirit.

The use of the sword is no longer simply about ordinary swinging, but has gradually begun to seek its meaning from the outside world.

Thoth clearly digested the various sword techniques insights that surged into his mind.

His body was filled and adjusted with marks that seemed to come from a long period of sword training.

Looking out his hand, his knuckles were long and distinct, and the sword hilt fit perfectly in his hand.

At this moment, Thoth gripped his sword, slowly raised it, and power surged from within his body.

Whoosh!

A sword was suddenly swung out, a cold light spilled out, and at the same time, a strong wind howled as it blew out.

"The application of force, the rudimentary form of sword energy?"

Thoth understood at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, the light screen panel appeared.

property:

Body: 9.1 → 10.1

Force: 8.1→9.1

Min: 8.1

Fine: 10.1