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

Kuina and Roy flew out of the side gate of the palace and sped towards the training ground.

The training ground is located on the cliff edge at the northern end of Beehive Island, in the quietest area of ​​the entire island.

The sea breeze blows up from below the cliffs, carrying a salty, damp scent and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

On the edge of the cliff, a huge black rock is stuck with an exaggeratedly shaped black knife.

Black Blade - Night.

Hawkeye Mihawk sat cross-legged beside the knife, his eyes slightly closed, the brim of his white fur hat swaying gently in the wind.

In the center of the training field, two figures are engaged in fierce combat.

Trafalgar Law wields the cursed sword, Onikiri, the power of the Op-Op Fruit flowing through its blade, each strike possessing the sharpness to cut through space.

His opponent was a pink-haired little girl who looked only five or six years old. She carried a training sword almost as tall as herself on her back, yet her movements were surprisingly agile.

Rebecca dodged Luo's horizontal slash, flipped in the air, and thrust her training sword toward Luo's shoulder.

Luo dodged to the side, and Ghost Cry flicked his wrist, the back of his blade striking Rebecca's sword precisely, deflecting her attack.

The two exchanged blows, their swordsmanship skills were still immature, but their basic movements were already quite solid.

Roy landed with Kuina at the edge of the training field.

Luo and Rebecca stopped moving at the same time.

"captain."

Luo stopped wailing and nodded to Luo Yi.

Rebecca ran right over, her little face beaming with excitement.

"Uncle Roy!"

Roy smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Rebecca has grown taller, and her swordsmanship has improved a lot."

After exchanging greetings, Roy led Kuina toward the edge of the cliff and toward the figure sitting cross-legged.

Hawkeye opened his eyes as Roy approached.

Those hawk-like golden eyes lingered on Kuina for a moment, then turned to Roy, their tone helpless.

"It's another newcomer you brought back."

"That's right."

Roy pushed Kuina in front of him and patted her on the shoulder.

"Guina".

"He's from the Isshin Dojo in Shimotsuki Village; his swordsmanship talent is quite good."

"I happened to come across it during my trip to the East China Sea, so I just brought it back with me."

Hawkeye sized up Kuina for a few seconds, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Ame no Habakiri sword at her waist.

"It's just that my physique is too weak."

"However, we have bloodline transplantation technology on our Beehive Island, so this is not a big problem."

After Roy finished speaking, he smiled at Hawkeye.

"So, are you going to take it or not?"

Hawkeye did not give a direct answer.

He stood up and pulled out the black sword Night, which was stuck in the reef. After thinking for a moment, he put Night on his back.

Then he casually picked up a training wooden sword from the weapon rack next to him.

"Attack with all your might!"

Hawkeye's voice was calm, devoid of any extraneous emotion.

Kuina took a deep breath, knowing that the test had begun.

He drew his Ame no Habakiri.

Without a word, Kuina gripped the knife with both hands and assumed a starting stance.

With a light touch of the toes, without any unnecessary words, go all out.

Kuina's speed is already top-notch among her peers. Her footwork is clean and crisp, and her slashes are sharp and precise. She has brought out the basics of the One-Sword Style to the fullest.

The Heavenly Feather Blade drew an arc in the air, aiming straight for Hawkeye's throat.

Hawkeye didn't dodge; a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He raised his right hand and skillfully pointed with the wooden sword.

The moment the blade collided with the wooden sword, Kuina felt as if her sword had struck a wall.

It wasn't hardness, but an indescribable feeling of oppression.

The wooden sword bore no trace of any domineering aura; its pure sword intent alone completely sealed off her full-force attack.

"Again."

Hawkeye said.

Kuina gritted her teeth and struck again.

Second knife.

The third strike. He was deflected.

The fourth strike. The attack was interrupted before it could take shape.

The fifth cut, the sixth cut, the seventh cut.

Guina's breathing became more and more rapid, but there was no sign of backing down in her eyes.

The eleventh cut.

Her swordplay suddenly changed, no longer adhering to standard dojo swordsmanship, but instead employing a more flexible and unconventional technique—

She forcefully twisted her wrist in mid-air, and the Tenyu Habakiri grazed Hawkeye's wooden sword in an arc, slashing at his shoulder from another angle.

This strike already showed hints of her own unique swordsmanship.

After Hawkeye blocked the blow, he sheathed his wooden sword.

"Your swordsmanship fundamentals are very solid."

His voice remained calm, but there was a barely perceptible hint of approval in his tone.

"But the focus of our efforts is too narrow."

Your teacher teaches standard swordsmanship, striving for perfection in every strike.

But in real combat, perfection is a weakness.

If your opponent anticipates your perfection, you're doomed.

Kuina was panting heavily, her hands gripping the knife trembling slightly from exhaustion.

But she tried to stand up straight and listened carefully to every word.

"but--"

Hawkeye turned around and sat cross-legged back on the rock.

"You have good judgment. I don't dislike ambitious people."

Upon hearing this, Roy's lips curled into a smile.

He knew that Hawkeye had agreed.

"Then it's up to you."

Roy patted Kuina on the shoulder.

"Practice hard."

"Once you've established yourself here, I'll let you make a phone call with Koushirou."

Guina, who had been panting heavily, suddenly looked up upon hearing this, her eyes lighting up.

"Is it really possible?"

"certainly."

Roy smiled, turned and walked out of the training field.

"But before that, you have to become stronger."

"So strong that even Koushirou was impressed."

Kuina gripped the Ame no Habakiri tightly and nodded vigorously.

As Roy walked out of the training field, a scene involuntarily flashed through his mind—

Many years later, Zoro stood on an island in the New World, facing his childhood friend whom he thought was long dead.

What kind of expression will appear on that green algae-covered face?

Roy's smile deepened.

I'm really looking forward to it.

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After leaving the training ground, Roy went straight to his office.

Pushing open the door, I saw three stacks of documents piled on the desk, each stack half a meter high.

The top document was dated two weeks ago and had already accumulated a thin layer of dust.

He sighed, sat down behind his desk, and began to look through the documents one by one.

Most of them are routine reports.

The training progress of the genetically engineered soldier force, the order delivery of seastone weapons, the monthly financial reports of the trade network, and the governance plan for the newly incorporated islands.

With Crocodile and Tesoro watching over things, all he has to do is sign his name.

After finishing the last document, it was already dark outside the window.

Roy leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to sort through the gains from his trip to the East China Sea.

Luffy has already eaten the Gum-Gum Fruit.

Or to be more precise, Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Nika Form.

Shanks lost his arm just like in the original story, and the straw hat was handed over to Luffy.

Ace and Luffy's growth trajectories are developing in the predetermined direction, and with the training insights he left behind as a foundation, these two kids have a much higher starting point than in the original work.

Eleven years remain before the real story begins.

Eleven years later, Luffy leaves the East Blue and enters the Grand Line, the Straw Hat Pirates fighting their way through countless challenges.

Ultimately, this triggered a storm in the New World that changed the entire world order.

Beehive Island must be prepared before then.

It's not preparation for defense, it's preparation for a counterattack.