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

Tesoro's lips twitched when he saw that all four of them opposed his suggestion. He took a deep breath and was about to start arguing when Roy's voice came from the direction of the platform: "Tesoro, come here for a moment."

Tesoro flashed and transformed into a bolt of lightning, appearing on the high platform.

Roy walked up from the entrance of the high platform.

He looked at Tesoro's angry expression and a half-smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Alright, stop arguing with them."

Tesoro looked displeased: "Boss, I..."

"Alright."

Roy waved his hand, sat down next to Hancock, and beckoned Tesoro to sit down as well.

"Come here, let's talk about something serious."

Roy's tone was calm, yet it carried a composure that made both sides in the dispute involuntarily restrain their emotions:

"Let's put aside who will be the head instructor for now. I have a question to ask first."

Savi and Tezzolo exchanged a glance, each taking a step back, but their eyes still held a defiant spirit.

"How are the warriors of Amazon Lily different from the recruits we trained before?"

Savi blurted out:

"The foundation is weak. Although these female warriors have combat experience, they have almost no systematic training."

The entry rate for mastering the domineering style is very low; most people's physical skills remain at the instinctive stage.

"Anything else?"

"Environment," Charon began. "Snake Island is surrounded by the sea. The calm zone means there are no ocean currents or sea monsters to interfere with the warriors' combat experience, which is limited to sparring on the island and hunting in the near sea."

They lacked experience fighting against them and were ill-equipped to adapt to unfamiliar environments.

Roy nodded: "So, we need to add combat simulations to the training plan?"

Charon replied, "It's already being arranged. Kazami will be in charge of simulating sword fighting, and I've added underwater combat training to the close-quarters combat drills."

"That means that each subject, including basic physical skills, swordsmanship, grappling, and sniping, has its own training plan and assessment standards, while also taking into account the coordination with actual combat simulations."

Roy turned his gaze to Tezzolo.

"Who should be assigned to coordinate this?"

Charon did not hesitate: "Originally, I planned to have Savi take on the role. Savi has the most solid physical foundation and the most accurate grasp of the overall qualities of the warriors."

Savi scratched his head: "But to be honest, physical skills alone are already keeping me busy enough. If I were to coordinate the cooperation between the four subjects, I really wouldn't have the time."

Roy looked at Tesoro and smiled: "Did you hear that?"

Tesoro paused for a moment, then realized what he meant: "Boss, you mean...?"

"I can give you the title of chief instructor, but when it comes to the specific teaching subjects, those four people have the final say."

Roy spoke casually, but everyone present unconsciously straightened their backs.

"Your task is to coordinate the progress of each subject, control the overall pace of training, and handle any unexpected situations that may arise during training, not to go down and teach new recruits how to punch."

Tesoro fell silent.

He certainly understood Roy's intention in saying those words.

It wasn't because the four of them, including Savi, questioned his teaching abilities, but because Beehive Island's trade network and transactions with the major powers of the New World were almost entirely maintained by Tesoro alone.

He could be called back to the New World at any time by Stella's urgent call to handle a sudden order, and while he was away from the island dealing with matters, training had to continue as usual.

He pursed his lips, but finally nodded: "Okay."

Savi initially wanted to argue his point, but he paused when he heard Roy's subsequent statement that "the subject-specific teaching of the four Savi students should not be interfered with arbitrarily."

He then relaxed his clenched fists and grinned at Tesoro: "Hehehe! Chief Instructor, remember to submit the planning form on time."

"Shut up."

Tezzolo's answer was concise and to the point. He then looked at Roy, who had already walked back to the reef, picked up the old fishing rod, and casually waved it behind him.

The subtext of that gesture was clear to everyone present.

The arguments are over, the decisions are made, now it's time to get to work.

The next day, the large-scale special training camp on Nine Snake Island officially opened.

The first batch of warriors who completed the blood pulse transplant were divided into four groups according to their talents and areas of expertise, and officially began systematic special training.

From morning till night, the training ground was filled with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons. The female warriors, who had just undergone genetic remodeling, began the most intense training period of their lives.

This period of time will be spent in sweat and bruises, which will earn you the strength to stand firm on the vast ocean.

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After the training camp got on track, Roy had a lot of free time.

His days on Snake Island became extremely routine—every morning he would go fishing on the rocks by the sea, and at noon he would sunbathe and take a nap on the beach.

In the evening, he would take a stroll around the training camp to check on the training progress. Occasionally, he would have a couple of drinks with Tezzolo in the evening, and then go back to the guest room that Grandma New had arranged for him to sleep.

The female warriors of Amazon Lily went from initial awe to gradual acceptance of the legendary pirate emperor, and now—

Every time Roy passed by the training field, he would stop training, straighten his back, and bow. His eyes no longer showed only fear, but more of a heartfelt respect and curiosity.

They all knew who was responsible for all the changes happening on the island.

Blood pulse transplantation, instructor team, training system—all of these were arranged by this man who always seemed to be fishing.

As the Empress, Hancock is busy handling the affairs of Amazon Lily every day, as well as overseeing the progress of bloodline transplantation across the island.

But she would always make time to see Roy every day.

Sometimes it was early morning, just as Roy sat down on the rocks by the sea, Hancock would appear beside him with a plate of snakeberries and grilled fish, a specialty of Amazon Lily.

Sometimes, in the afternoon, when Roy was lying on a beach chair with his eyes closed, a shadow would quietly move over his head—that was Hancock holding up a parasol.

Sometimes, in the evening, when Roy was watching Savi train the new recruits at the training field, Hancock would be standing behind him without him noticing, holding two glasses of snake fruit wine, a specialty of the island.

She never bothered Roy on her own initiative.

She simply stayed quietly by his side, occasionally saying a few words, or sometimes just sitting there in silence.

Sometimes Roy would wake up to find Hancock still sitting on the rocks next to her, with a half-finished government scroll in her hand, the ink long since dried, and she hadn't bothered to refill it.

Sandasonia and Marigold always hid behind the coconut trees in the distance to spy on them.

Whenever Hancock replaced Roy's cold tea with hot tea, or secretly sprinkled an extra layer of spices on Roy's grilled fish, the two sisters would cover their mouths and laugh so hard their shoulders would shake.

Grandma Niu saw it all too.

This old woman understood Hancock's thoughts better than anyone else.

Sometimes, when she passed by Hancock's study at night, she would slow down and see the fifteen-year-old girl, after finishing her scrolls, resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly out the window at the small building where Roy lived.

"What a tragedy," Granny New would sigh each time, then walk away leaning on her snake-shaped cane.

But she also knew that Hancock's feelings were not a child's momentary impulse.

Years ago, Roy rescued her from the Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise, and now he's personally escorting her back to the island to assume her throne.

This dependence and admiration, which grew out of fear and despair, had long been deeply rooted in Hancock's bones.

Grandma Niu only hoped that this good intention would have a good outcome.

However, seeing Roy's completely oblivious expression, she could only continue to sigh.