One Piece: Starting with Coercion and Enticement of Nami

There are all kinds of boats around.

As the ramp was lowered, the ship's hull number D rushed into the town, but unlike last time, they were not there to plunder.

This is because the town has its own set of rules.

Under the bright sunshine, the sea breeze brought a lively atmosphere to the town.

At the fence.

Looking at the bustling streets, the people here seemed indifferent and unimpressed by the arrival of the pirates... However, Thoth could see clearly that feelings of disgust and fear were evident deep in their eyes.

Sea creatures. ∵€ They are truly a group that people hate, especially real ocean trash like Norton's Seafood.

Oh, right!

It seems like I'm now part of this Norton Ocean Park.

Without realizing it, I lost all interest in watching any further.

Upon reaching the stern, in this area that had been Thoth's territory for some time, Thoth continued his swordsmanship training.

Focusing on the sword and the coordination of body movements, as the initial level of swordsmanship has reached the halfway point of proficiency, a wonderful feeling is gradually emerging.

As I practiced using these basic sword techniques, they no longer seemed as rigid as before.

A kind of skill,

It is gradually taking shape.

006. Fully equipped with top-of-the-line hardware!

Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

It was 9:30 p.m.

At this moment, Thoth stopped swinging his sword. As his focused state dissipated, a wave of fatigue surged out.

Aches and pains spread throughout my body, and sweat streamed into my eyes, stinging them so much that I could hardly open them.

His heart was pounding, his mind went blank, his legs went weak, and he was panting heavily. Thoth suppressed his instinct to sit down and, with a rhythmic breathing pattern, adjusted himself.

This is a unique breathing method that you learn along with the basic swordsmanship.

It can greatly relax the body's muscles and adjust one's state.

A few minutes later, his heart rate gradually calmed down, and Tote slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, wiping the salty sweat from his face.

You can feel your body protesting, indicating a need to replenish salt and nutrients.

Despite my exhaustion, I made my way to the ship's restaurant and found the leftover food that had gone cold.

Seeing that the soup in the bowl was almost empty, Tote did not hesitate and picked up the bowl and gulped it down.

The unpalatable soup, mixed with mushy vegetable leaves, entered Tote's stomach, and he felt his body greedily absorbing these nutrients.

After finishing his soup, Tote looked at the cold fried rice and fried pork chops left on the table.

A moment later, he sat on the stool, clutching his stomach, and exhaled a comfortable breath.

The feeling of having your stomach full is truly wonderful; it's a feeling of being alive.

I can clearly feel the fatigue in my body gradually disappearing, and little by little strength is gradually growing from my flesh and bones.

Suddenly, Thoth's eyes flickered, and a strange, instinctive feeling arose, as if something had quietly appeared inside his body.

With a thought, the light screen panel appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Thoth clearly saw a brand new skill gradually being engraved on the skill list.

[Self-Recovery (Beginner 0/10)]

New skills, new possibilities.

Thoth was surprised and delighted, instinctively understanding a fact from this skill that was clearly designed for recovery.

The talent for "learning and gaining knowledge" has been activated.

The human body has the ability to self-repair, which is a physiological instinct that is constantly in progress.

My intense physical training that day had become a habit, and the nutritional replenishment I just received brought this physiological process to a peak at this moment.

This activates the body's innate ability to learn on its own, thus manifesting this special recovery skill.

Is it a conditional and preconditional form of self-learning based on objective instinct?

That's true. Skills like swordsmanship involve one's own subjective learning awareness, so it doesn't take long to master the skills.

However, there is no conscious effort to learn self-recovery skills.

It's like active skills and passive skills.

From this perspective, my talent, which I have "acquired through learning," must have other, deeper possibilities waiting for me to explore and discover.

From this perspective, the acquisition of skills through talent has a peculiar connection with one's own subjective consciousness.

Even if you haven't mastered the skill yet, it can already have a slight effect.

The continuous improvement of basic swordsmanship can also be seen as a gradual development of control over the body.

As Thoth practiced and his sensory system became stronger, he was able to perceive the changes in his body more clearly.

At this moment, the body's recovery efficiency is significantly enhanced compared to before.

The abrasions in my muscles and the cuts on my palms are healing at a slow but steady pace.

At this moment, Thoth glanced at the mess in the restaurant, twitched the corner of his mouth, then got up and left without looking back.

on the deck.

With arms draped over the railing, the refreshing, salty sea breeze caressed their faces. On one corner of the deck, four or five boatmen, their ears red from gambling, were left behind.

The loser hurls insults and curses.

The winner was grinning from ear to ear.

The streets not far away were bustling with activity, with colorful lights shining from the shops, creating a stark contrast with the dimness on the ship, like two distinct worlds.

For some reason, Thoth suddenly felt out of place. The awakening of his past life memories caused a shift in his perception.

Although he didn't dislike the seafaring culture, he genuinely disapproved of life on the ship.

The fusion of memories from two lifetimes, the clash and reconciliation of different values, and the feeling that Thoth could no longer stay on the ship, urging him to leave immediately, made him realize that he could no longer bear to stay there.

Human nature is to follow the light.

Nobody wants to be stuck in this filthy quagmire for the rest of their life.

Humans are social beings; even the most solitary person will crave like-minded companions.

Tightening his grip on the iron sword at his waist, Toth's legs moved involuntarily as he stepped off the boat onto the footboard.

But as soon as I got off the boat, I stopped again, a faint sense of bewilderment and helplessness rising in my heart.

However, soon, Thoth walked calmly and steadily toward the town.

V. Thoth's adventurous journey, the first step toward freedom, officially begins with this very step.

However, soon, as Tote walked down the street, his lips twitched. Without money, it was truly difficult to move an inch.

A skewer of fragrant grilled meat costs 120 Berries, a cup of milk tea costs 150 Berries. When Thoth saw the prices of a simple new outfit, he turned around and left.

She looked embarrassed, and her clothes smelled of sweat. Passersby all gave her disgusted looks.

Even the thugs on the street are dressed cleaner than I am.

What a waste of such a handsome face.

Thoth roared inwardly, "Make money, make money, and make money the hell out of me!" At that moment, he cursed the damned first mate in his mind.

His aura involuntarily turned gloomy, as if wisps of black energy were swirling around him.

Looking up at the sky, can't a super rich woman just fall from the sky?

The next moment, Thoth quickly dodged, and a slight thud was heard as a piece of poop fell from the sky, almost hitting him.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ouch!" rang out from beside him; Thoth had dodged and bumped into a pedestrian.

The pedestrian looked annoyed, and Toth apologized repeatedly in embarrassment. The pedestrian raised an eyebrow, covered his nose, and sneered:

"Can't you watch where you're going? Are your eyes just for breathing? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Whether in the past life or here, there is never a shortage of onlookers. Suddenly, the surrounding crowd retreated, leaving only two people on the street within a ten-meter radius.

The person Thoth bumped into was a blond young man who seemed to enjoy being watched and noticed. He even put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"I'm really annoyed right now. If you can't come up with a million Berries, I'll break your arm."

Upon hearing this, Toth sighed softly and looked at the young man opposite him. "Was this really necessary? I've already apologized to you!"

"Apologize?" The young man scoffed. "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a beggar-like piece of trash."

But at that moment, Thoth stepped forward with his right foot, exerted all his strength, and his tightly clenched left fist flashed out, landing heavily on his abdomen.

With that punch, the young man bent over and screamed. Then, Thoth turned his right foot, twisted his waist, and spun his left leg, striking the young man's face with the back of his foot. With a dull thud, the young man fell to the ground.

Toth stepped forward and kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling sideways.

In an instant, the man fainted.

Thoth's cold gaze swept over the onlookers, who immediately swarmed away, grabbing his blond-haired friend and dragging him into a side alley.

Throwing it on the ground, Thoth sneered:

"Does he really think he's something special?"

He bent down and pulled a wallet from his pocket. Opening it, he found a small stack of berries. By the light, he quickly counted them and, a few seconds later, exclaimed, "Tch! You poor bastard."

"You're asking me for a million, but you don't even have three hundred thousand yourself. Trash."

At this moment, looking at the young man lying in the alley, Tot narrowed his eyes as he gazed at his black leather jacket.

He then pulled it down, took a light sniff, and said, "Hmm, it doesn't smell bad."

He took off his only slightly damp coat, put on his leather jacket, and exposed his muscular, angular chest.

The leather jacket fit him surprisingly well, conforming perfectly to his body shape.

At this moment, a faint warm current surged from the depths of his body. With a thought, the light screen panel appeared, showing that his proficiency in unarmed combat had increased by 1. He then glanced at the young man who had only fainted.

"As it stands, as long as you can effectively use fighting techniques to defeat and crush your enemy, you can gain skill proficiency."

Furthermore, from the feel of the blows just now, Thoth could tell that this young man's physical condition was not too bad, and was a notch above the ordinary pirates on the ship.

Looking down, Tote didn't intend to kill him and soon left the alley.

On the street, Tote was carrying a set of young people's clothes. When he passed a garbage dump, he casually threw them in.

A moment later, he walked out of a clothing store and spent 10,000 Berries to buy a suitable outfit.

Carrying his shopping bag, Tote arrived at a hot spring shop in town.

You can comfortably soak in the private hot spring pool, which costs 10,000 Berries per person.

"It feels so good to feel like all the pores on my body have opened up!"

He used a towel to scrub the dirt off his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Thoth's body fully recovered. At the same time, a faint warm current emerged from his body, and a light screen panel appeared in front of him, showing the "Self-Recovery" skill.

Proficiency +1.

"Based on the previous skill level, it should take one effective physical recovery to increase proficiency by 1 point."

"So, does that mean I need to go through nine more effective recovery cycles before this skill can be upgraded?"

Thoth was filled with anticipation, thinking that if this recovery skill were to develop to a higher level, he might one day be able to do things like sit-ups.

Seeing that her skin had become slightly wrinkled from being in the water, she was taken out of the pool and soon arrived in the changing room.

Thoth looked at himself in the mirror.

He wore a brown stand-up collar short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, cloth shoes, and a black fitted leather jacket over them.

He had an iron sword slung over his waist.

Black hair and black eyes, harmonious features, high nose bridge, and sharp lips.