One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The Ark Proverb broke through the seawater and, guided by the deep-sea shipping lanes, headed towards the Sabaody Archipelago above.

Shortly after they left, in the royal palace of Fishman Island,

Jinbe held the Den Den Mushi that Roy had given him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Tiger...where are you?"

In the deep sea, huge shadows slowly drifted.

The Ark Proverb sailed smoothly through the deep-sea channel, its massive coating slightly deforming under the pressure of the deep sea, emitting a soft humming sound.

The air inside the ship is specially treated to maintain suitable humidity and temperature, but you can still feel the unique chill and pressure of the deep sea.

"Deep-sea navigation is truly amazing."

Yamato lay on the observation window, watching the various deep-sea creatures swimming by outside—

Glowing lanternfish, giant octopuses, swarms of jellyfish, and the occasional shadow of a sea king.

"I was also surprised when I first passed by here."

Charon stood beside her, pointing to a huge whale slowly swimming past the window.

"That's a deep-sea whale, capable of diving to depths of 10,000 meters. There are many such creatures near Fishman Island."

Cyrus and Scarlett were also experiencing deep-sea voyages for the first time, and both were captivated by the spectacular sights.

But Cyrus quickly refocused and continued practicing his swordsmanship on the deck.

Hawkeye gave him a heavy task—he had to master the art of cutting iron before arriving in Alabasta.

Therefore, Cyrus spent almost all his time practicing swordsmanship, except for necessary rest and meals.

"The 1300th time..."

Cyrus swung his sword at the sea stone alloy steel plate in front of him.

The blade struck the steel plate, producing a harsh scraping sound and leaving a shallow white mark, but the steel plate remained intact.

He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

It has been three days, and he has swung his sword more than three thousand times, but he still cannot cut through the specially made steel plate.

"Take a rest," Scarlett said, offering him a towel and water with concern.

Cyrus shook his head, his eyes resolute.

"That's not enough. Mr. Hawkeye said that the key to cutting iron is not strength, but 'intention'."

I must find that feeling…

Close your eyes and recall the scene of Hawkeye cutting through the steel plate.

That wasn't just a simple swing of the sword, but rather... a kind of will that seemed to "want" to sever the target.

"The sword is not a tool, but an extension of the arm, a vessel of will."

Hawkeye's words echoed in his ears.

Cyrus took a deep breath and raised his sword again.

This time, he didn't rush to swing the sword. Instead, he focused on feeling the sword in his hand, feeling its weight and balance, and feeling the connection between himself and the sword.

Gradually, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. The sword in his hand seemed to "come alive," no longer just cold metal, but a part of his will.

"cut!"

A flash of sword light.

There was no harsh collision sound, only a slight "hiss" sound.

The sea stone alloy steel plate was cut in half, the cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the upper part slowly slid off, falling onto the deck with a "clatter".

Cyrus stared blankly at the sword in his hand, then at the severed steel plate, unable to react for a moment.

"It...it's a success?" he murmured to himself.

"good."

Hawkeye appeared behind him at some point, a rare hint of approval in his eyes.

"You mastered cutting iron in three days; your talent is even better than I imagined."

However, this is just the beginning.

He pointed to another, thicker steel plate.

"Next, practice cutting iron while moving and cutting iron in battle."

A true swordsman can always unleash his full power.

Cyrus nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

Scarlett watched her husband's progress with pride in her eyes.

She knew how much effort Cyrus had put in—sleeping only four hours a day, developing thick calluses on his hands, and his thumb and forefinger cracking and healing repeatedly.

But she did not try to dissuade him, because she understood that this was the path Cyrus had chosen himself. As his wife, all she could do was offer her support and companionship.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the training field, Barrett was "instructing" Savi, Enel, and Pea.

It was supposed to be guidance, but it felt more like one-sided abuse.

"Too slow! Observation Haki isn't for escaping; it's for predicting attacks!"

Barrett threw a punch, which Savi narrowly avoided. The force of the punch grazed his cheek, leaving a burning pain.

"Enel, is your Cloud-Cloud Fruit only producing thunderclouds?"

"Roy arranged for you to read all those books, did you just waste your time?"

"What is the composition of the cloud?! Have you seriously explored it?!"

Pirates are not a game for you to play!

Barrett threw a punch, forcing Enel back, then pointed to the sky.

"Clouds don't just produce thunder!"

Cumulonimbus clouds, stratus clouds, cirrus clouds, cirrus cumulus clouds... each type of cloud has different characteristics!

You can create fog to obscure vision, and you can create hail for area-of-effect attacks.

It can create updrafts to alter the battlefield environment, and even generate acid rain to corrode enemy weapons and bodies!

"I...I just haven't had time to develop it yet!"

Enel gritted his teeth and struggled to block Barrett's punches.

The peas use their plant abilities to create various obstacles on the deck—

Vines entwined, carnivorous plants devoured, and poisonous stingers sprayed. But in Barrett's presence, all of this was easily destroyed.

"The application of these skills is too rigid! Plants are living things; we need to bring them to life!"

Barrett stomped on the spreading vines, crushing them with one foot.

Imagine them as your hands and feet, an extension of your will!

The three boys were scolded until they were covered in dust, but their eyes still burned with a defiant spirit.

Vera and Moria were also constantly using "Internal Forging" to try and catch up with everyone else.

Seeing this, Yamato was eager to try it himself: "I want to train too!"

Roy glanced at her.

"Yamato, you should be quiet. Your training schedule is different."

Come to my place this afternoon, I'll teach you how to use it in a powerful way.

Yamato's eyes lit up: "Really? Thank you, Boss Roy!"

Roy looked at the energetic girl and sighed inwardly.

Kaido's bloodline is indeed powerful. Although Yamato is young, her physical strength and Haki talent far surpass those of ordinary people.

If properly trained, they will undoubtedly become top-tier combatants in the future.

Moreover, having her on board can further strengthen the alliance with Kaido.

Although Roy doesn't fully trust his ambitious "ally," the Beasts Pirates are an important asset, at least for now.

Half a day of deep-sea sailing,

As the Ark Proverb accelerated, bright sunlight shone through the seawater, causing deep-sea creatures to gradually decrease and the water temperature to rise.

"We're going out!" Yamato shouted excitedly.

"We're back in paradise."

Stella confirmed the location.

"We are currently in the first half of the Grand Line, and it will take us three days to reach Alabasta."

Back on the surface, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Deep-sea navigation, though spectacular,

But the sense of oppression and the ever-present danger kept people on edge.

"Finally, I can bask in the sun!" Savi lay on the deck, enjoying the warm sunshine.

Pea carefully collected some unusual plant samples from the deep sea; these were valuable research materials.

Cyrus continued practicing his swordsmanship, while Scarlett helped him record his training data.

The newlyweds have already integrated well into the pirate crew's life.

Roy returned to the captain's cabin and picked up the latest intelligence about Crocodile.

Alabasta, a desert nation, is located in the first half of the Grand Line.

And this year's Supernova Crocodile appeared in Alabasta around this time.

"The Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit... allows the user to control sand and transform their body into an element, making them virtually invincible in desert environments."

Roy pondered,

"To recruit such people, you must demonstrate absolute strength to suppress them."