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

"besides."

Roy looked at Kuina, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Honeycomb Island also has blood transplantation technology."

Simply put, it involves targeted enhancement at the genetic level—strength, speed, endurance, and resilience—to comprehensively enhance your physique and potential.

However, this technology has a threshold; whether it is suitable for you depends on your physical condition test results.

We'll discuss that when we get to Beehive Island.

As Guina processed all this information, she was overwhelmed with shock, but she never showed any sign of backing down.

"Mr. Roy—"

She suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with hesitation.

"Um?"

Why... are you helping me like this?

Roy looked down at her.

The girl tilted her head back, her pink hair fluttering slightly in the sea breeze, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of confusion.

From a young age, her father repeatedly instilled in her the idea that "girls can't become great swordsmen." Then one day, a mysterious and powerful figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, saving her...

They even wanted to take her to the world's top cultivation holy land—this favor was too heavy, so heavy that she didn't know how to bear it.

Roy looked at her for a few seconds.

He could have come up with some high-sounding excuses to brush it off, but looking into those earnest, almost obstinate eyes, he suddenly felt there was no need.

"Because you're a promising talent."

Roy looked away, his tone as casual as if he had just said it casually.

"I have seen many geniuses, but more of them died young than they became successful."

Some people lack talent, some lack luck, and many simply don't have the opportunity.

You're a talented and determined girl, and I happen to have the resources, the ability, and the time—so I just gave you this opportunity.

He smiled.

"Of course, there is another reason."

"What's the reason?"

Kuina pressed for details earnestly, as if she were memorizing some important sword technique.

Roy glanced down at her, a familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I've told you before, haven't I? I want to see what kind of waves you people, whom I've helped, can make on this vast ocean in the future."

Kuina paused for a moment, then laughed.

That smile carried the joy of a young girl being truly recognized for the first time in ten years.

The sea breeze blows from the East China Sea, carrying a faint salty smell and the scent of vegetation from the islands below.

The clouds drifted slowly beneath their feet, and occasionally a flock of seabirds would fly through the gaps in the clouds, their wings gleaming silvery-white in the moonlight.

As Kuina gazed at the ever-expanding horizon, she suddenly felt as if her heart, like the sky itself, was being stretched open by something.

The world is so big.

So she could go this far.

Just then, a strange sensation suddenly flooded her mind.

It wasn't sound, nor images, but an extremely precise flow of information—as if someone had directly inscribed knowledge into her consciousness.

The essentials of swordsmanship.

The slashing angle of the One-Sword Style, the offensive and defensive transitions of the Two-Sword Style, the power generation point of the Draw Sword Technique, and the specific application of Observation Haki in swordsmanship.

Then comes physical training—

The basic power generation method of the Navy Six Styles, the key points of muscle tightening in Iron Body, the foot pressure point in Moon Walk, and the muscle relaxation technique in Paper Drawing.

Every piece of information was incredibly precise and insightful, as if a master swordsman had personally practiced sword moves thousands of times in her mind.

Then they simply packaged all the essential information and gave it to her.

Kuina suddenly raised her head and stared at Roy with wide eyes.

"Mr. Roy—this, this is…"

"Just keep it."

Roy had one hand in his pocket, his expression casual, as if to say, "The weather's nice today."

"These things will save you a lot of trouble on Beehive Island."

Once you have a solid foundation, you'll be able to keep up with Hawkeye and Savi's training.

"If I get there and don't even know the most basic things, I'll feel ashamed."

Kuina opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that no words of gratitude were enough to express the feelings in her heart at that moment.

"I will use these to become stronger."

In the end, Kuina only said one sentence in a low voice.

Roy didn't turn around, he just raised his hand and waved.

"Once we arrive at Beehive Island, let our actions speak for themselves."

Kuina nodded vigorously.

The flight continued.

The boundless expanse of the East China Sea stretched out beneath their feet, with the occasional white sails of merchant ships gliding across the water.

As Kuina watched the ships grow smaller and smaller until they became just a few tiny white dots on the sea, a question suddenly popped into her mind.

"Mr. Roy."

"Um?"

"You mentioned 'Windmill Village' before, and also 'One Piece'—"

Kuina turned her head to look at Roy, her eyes full of curiosity.

"So what exactly happened?"

Roy turned to look at her, his expression turning extremely amused at that moment.

With that signature, slightly mischievous smile playing on his lips, he leisurely uttered a sentence:

You'll know when you get there.

Guina's words were stuck in her throat; she was both anxious and angry, but more than anything, she was filled with aroused curiosity.

"That same line again! Can't you give me even a hint?"

"cannot."

Roy's answer was crisp and clear, and his smile deepened.

The sea breeze whistled past their ears. Kuina stared at Roy's unyielding face for several seconds before finally giving up on asking further questions.

Forget it.

Anyway, it'll be here soon.

She turned her gaze back to the distant horizon, her mind replaying the sword techniques Roy had just shared with her.

The clouds churned silently beneath my feet, and the rising sun had fully emerged from the sea, painting the entire sky a dazzling golden-red hue.

Windmill Village, One Piece, the journey to the future.

Kuina took a deep breath, feeling the increasingly strong ocean scent carried on the sea breeze.

Whatever awaits her, she is ready.

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During the latter half of the flight, Kuina didn't say much.

With her eyes closed, she repeatedly processed the sword and physical techniques that Roy had passed on to her.

That knowledge is as if it were directly engraved into the depths of consciousness; there is no need to deliberately memorize it, as long as you recall it, it will clearly emerge.

But understanding and mastering it is another matter entirely; she needs to spend time figuring it out slowly.

Roy didn't bother her.

Only when the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn did he slow down his flight and tilt his chin downwards.

"arrive."

Guina opened her eyes and looked down.

The first rays of morning sunlight were streaming over the sea, bathing the small village below in a pale gold hue.

The village is small, with rows of wooden houses lined up along the coastline. In the center of the village, a windmill is turning slowly, its blades casting long shadows in the morning light.

The fishing boats in the port had just returned from the sea, and several fishermen were squatting on the dock mending their nets, humming a folk song about fishing in the East China Sea.

The whole village was quiet, as if it had been forgotten by time.

"This is the windmill village..."

Kuina murmured, then remembered what Roy had said earlier, and immediately looked up and asked:

"That 'One Piece' is right here—"

Before he could finish speaking, Roy had already used his telekinesis to lower her down to a wooden house on the edge of the village.

The landing was still light and nimble, with the soles of the boots making almost no sound as they stepped on the gravel.