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

In the conference room on Beehive Island,

Roy's core members sat around a long table.

Roy briefly explained the situation of G-1 and G-2, and then began to assign tasks.

"From today onwards, G-1 and G-2 will be our training grounds."

All new recruits took turns participating in combat training.

"Core members will take turns leading the teams. I want to keep the navy in the New World, constantly wearing down their forces."

Cyrus.

"Your floating fruit is responsible for transportation."

All participating troops are under your unified command. Once the fighting is over, withdraw; do not linger in battle.

Cyrus nodded: "Understood."

"Barrett, Mihawk, Tezzolo, Crocodile, you four take turns."

Each time, one person leads the team, while the rest remain on the island on standby.

If those old guys in the Navy dare to leave base, we'll teach them a lesson.

In the days that followed, G-1 and G-2 bases became the liveliest places in the New World.

Before dawn, the sentries at G-1 base spotted a dense array of ships on the sea.

The fleet from Beehive Island seemed to emerge from the darkness, a dark mass pressing towards the base.

The alarm blared throughout the base, and the naval soldiers jumped out of bed, grabbed their weapons, and ran toward the fortifications.

Cyrus stood on the flagship's deck at the very front of the fleet, his Float-Float Fruit powers covering the entire fleet.

All the ships, under his control, moved across the sea with an extremely uncanny agility, so fast that the navy's gunners could not even aim accurately.

"Fire!" At the command of the naval commander, the coastal defense guns roared to life.

The shells flew towards the fleet, trailing red flames, but most of them didn't even hit the ships.

Cyrus used his powers to deflect it, and it crashed into the sea, splashing up white sprays.

As the fleet surged to the outskirts of the port, Barrett leaped from the deck.

The White Tiger form is directly unleashed.

"Men! Follow me!"

Barrett punched the breakwater of the harbor, creating a large gap more than ten meters in diameter in the reinforced concrete structure.

Rocks flew everywhere, and seawater poured in through the breach.

The soldiers from Beehive Island behind him roared battle cries and surged into the harbor like a tidal wave.

On the eastern defensive line, a naval rear admiral drew his sword, intending to organize a counterattack.

Before he could even raise his sword, a pale green slash flew in from the horizon.

He was cleaved dozens of meters away, knife and all, before finally coming to a stop after crashing through several walls.

Hawkeye stood atop an abandoned lighthouse in the distance, while Black Blade Night pointed diagonally at the ground, his golden eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

Kuina, standing beside him, gripped the Ame no Habakiri, her eyes sharp. In the two years since the Marineford War, her swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds, but she had not had many opportunities for real combat.

The opportunity to learn from the world's greatest swordsman on the battlefield is incredibly rare.

"Look closely at the trajectory of that last slash," Hawkeye said without turning his head.

Guina nodded vigorously.

On the western flank, Tesoro's lightning strike silenced all the naval gun emplacements.

Golden arcs of electricity poured down like a torrential rain, precisely hitting the ammunition depots of every coastal defense artillery piece.

Explosions rang out one after another, and flames shot into the sky. He stood in mid-air, his hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as if he were strolling down the street.

After the attack ended, the powerful naval personnel stationed on the island finally arrived.

Barrett, Hawkeye, Tesoro, Crocodile, and Cyrus all came to greet them.

The remaining members of Beehive Island then engaged in a fierce battle with the marines.

The battle lasted for a full two hours.

The new recruits on Beehive Island took turns fighting under the cover of the core members, one wave after another.

Some were wounded in battle, some were so frightened by the navy's counterattack that their legs went weak, but many more had eyes that grew rapidly through actual combat.

A young soldier, fresh out of training, excitedly told his comrades during the retreat, "I hit a naval lieutenant commander! I really hit him!"

His companion, clutching his arm where shrapnel had grazed him, grimaced in pain but still managed a smile.

"That's nothing. I pierced a lieutenant colonel's shield with the finger gun from Captain Roy's manual."

Such conversations could be heard on every evacuating ship.

Cyrus stood on the flagship's deck, looking at the young soldiers' faces, which showed a mixture of fatigue and excitement, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

His Float-Float Fruit ability activated again, and the entire fleet drew a beautiful arc on the sea surface, retreating towards Beehive Island.

At G-1 base, Green Bull stood amidst ruins, his face ashen.

His Forest-Forest Fruit ability was completely countered by Tesoro's lightning in the previous battle—

Every time he tried to entangle the soldiers of Beehive Island with his roots, lightning would strike precisely, burning his newly grown roots to charcoal.

"here we go again."

He gritted his teeth and said,

This is the third time this month.

They never finish the battle; they just blow up a few gun emplacements and destroy a few sections of fortifications before running away.

Fujitora stood beside him with his eyes closed, his blindfold tapping the ground.

"They are training troops."

"I know they're training troops!"

Green Bull punched the wall next to him, smashing a large hole in the already crumbling wall.

"But what can we do? Chase after them? You saw what happened last time we did—"

Last time.

Akainu personally led a team to pursue the retreating fleet from Beehive Island, but they were intercepted by both Hawkeye and Barrett on the way.

Barrett's White Tiger Gundam sank two warships with a single punch, and Hawkeye's slash cleaved the third ship in two.

If it weren't for Akainu's Magma-Magma Fruit barely managing to block the subsequent attacks, that pursuing fleet would probably have been completely wiped out.

Since then, the navy has learned its lesson.

The people on Beehive Island finished their fight and left, leaving the navy with no choice but to watch.

But the military training operations on Beehive Island go beyond that.

Red Earl Redfield, the old monster who has been living in seclusion on Beehive Island for several years, has recently started to stretch his muscles.

The Red Earl's Blood-Blood Fruit combined with his vampire form means that if he manages to inflict a wound on someone, the ensuing battle is predictable.

Red Earl always goes out alone, either to G-1 base to cause trouble for Garp and Sengoku, or to G-2 base to teach a few admirals a lesson.

In the end, the Navy devised a plan to besiege Red Earl, but Red Earl's Observation Haki detected it in advance, and he spread his huge bat wings and retreated directly.

The navy returned empty-handed.

Forced to split their forces again, they re-stationed their troops at the two bases.

This went on for several weeks.

The new recruits on Beehive Island are growing rapidly in actual combat, but the construction progress of the navy is being greatly slowed down.

The defenses of bases G-1 and G-2 were constantly being repaired and dismantled; the construction teams could never keep up with the rate at which Hive Island was being destroyed.

Akainu stood on the observation tower of G-1 base, clenching his fist as he looked at the wake left by the retreating Beehive Island fleet on the distant sea.

He knew what Roy was up to—

They used the navy as a whetstone, grinding new recruits into veterans. But he was powerless to stop it.

Pursuing them would lead to ambushes, holding out would result in attrition, and launching a preemptive attack on the main island of Beehive Island would be suicidal.

Meanwhile, on the training grounds of Beehive Island, another batch of new recruits are boarding a ship, preparing to head to G-1 for the next round of live-fire training.

Roy stood by the office window, watching the excited expressions on the faces of the young soldiers in the direction of the port, and took a sip of his tea.

Take your time, there's no rush.