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

As dawn approached, Hawkeye drew his black dagger and turned to walk towards the central hall.

"Give me three fruits."

Roy was drinking coffee when he heard this and looked up at him.

Hawkeye's expression was calm, as calm as ever, but Roy could tell that he had made his decision after a day and a night of contemplation.

"Have you thought it through?" Roy asked.

"I've thought it through."

Roy didn't ask any more questions. He took out three fruits from his storage bag and placed them on the table.

Glint-Glint Fruit. Momo-Momo Fruit. Azure Dragon Fruit.

Hawkeye didn't look at them, and asked directly, "Eat now or go back to eat?"

"Whatever. The training ground is empty."

Hawkeye picked up the three fruits and ate them on the spot.

With the first bite, his body transformed into a ball of light particles, flickered a few times in place, and then returned to its original state.

With his second strike, he lightly twitched the black blade in his hand, and tiny white specks of light condensed at the tip of the blade. It was the amplifying power of the Momo Fruit tentatively integrating into his slash.

With the third bite, the scales of the Azure Dragon appeared on the side of his neck and then quickly disappeared.

The power of the three fruits circulated within him simultaneously, like three rivers flowing into his swordsmanship.

He raised his black sword, Night, and swung it into the distance.

A slash combining golden light and the power of a blue dragon was unleashed. Amplified by the Momo Fruit, the green slash left a trail of light thousands of meters long in the air.

Wherever the strike passed, the sea surged, and the clouds in the sky were split in the middle, revealing a sliver of azure.

Roy stared at the lingering trail of light and mentally ranked Hawkeye again.

"Congratulations."

Hawkeye sheathed his sword, turned around, and for the first time, something beyond fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

A desire for something stronger, just like everyone else's during the past six months.

"How much more do we need?" Hawkeye asked.

"It depends on who you're comparing yourself to."

"you."

Roy put down his coffee cup and smiled. "Then you'll need to practice for a few more months."

Hawkeye wasn't angry. He simply and slowly sheathed his black sword, saying:

"I can wait."

Meanwhile, the navy sent people again.

The patrol fleet surrounding Beehive Island established a complete intelligence network three months ago.

Users with Observation Haki were assigned to various patrol ships. Seastone reefs were scattered along several main shipping routes, and any ship approaching the waters around Beehive Island would be detected immediately.

In the past six months, the navy has sent six groups of people to infiltrate the waters around Beehive Island.

The first wave consisted of ordinary agents, who ran aground and sank in the reef area.

The second wave had their weapons confiscated by Tesoro's Golden Domain and were dismantled like scrap metal.

The third wave was led by several lieutenant generals, but they were intercepted by Savi before they even reached the shore. One against three, the lieutenant generals all perished at sea.

The fourth wave was the worst; Hawkeye had just eaten the fruit and was immediately sliced ​​into pieces by the slash.

The fifth and sixth waves were similar; they didn't even get to touch the beach on Beehive Island.

After the navy's repeated failures, Garp, an old friend of Sengoku, could no longer sit still and repeatedly ventured alone into the waters around Beehive Island.

However, it was quickly discovered by the monitoring personnel on Beehive Island.

He ran right into Barrett as he dived into the sea outside the harbor.

The two fought their way from the sea to the nearest deserted island, and then fought their way back to the sea.

Garp's iron fist shattered Barrett's White Tiger Armor, and Barrett also left several claw marks on Garp's body.

In the end, Garp was dragged down by his own physical strength. His age was a factor, and even the strongest Haki couldn't withstand a perpetual motion machine-like monster like Barrett.

Barrett dusted himself off and laughed heartily.

"Naval heroes are nothing more than this!"

Garp snorted and turned to leave.

On his second visit, he ran into Hawkeye.

Black Blade Night was drawn, and the lightning-fast slash broke through Garp's Armament Haki defense, tearing through his Navy uniform at the chest.

Garp looked down at the bloodstain on his chest, remained silent for a moment, and was horrified.

"What kind of monsters are on this Beehive Island!?"

"Each of them is so incredibly powerful!"

Garp wiped the blood from his chest, realizing there was no hope of infiltrating on his own, and turned to leave.

On his third visit, Roy happened to be on the shore.

He watched the figure getting closer and closer on the distant sea, then put down his coffee cup.

"Old man Garp!" Roy said, "Stop making pointless moves, your infiltration skills are simply appalling."

"snort!"

"I've come to see how you bastards are doing."

He waved to Roy, turned quickly, and soon disappeared into the mist.

Several days later, Stella stood behind Roy and reported in a low voice:

"Garp is here again."

"I know."

Roy nodded, watching the figure disappear into the sea fog.

"Let him come. This old man will be a good whetstone for Beehive Island."

"Garp's strength is just right to put pressure on Savi, Yamato, Enel, and others."

A night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, watery scent that made Roy's black trench coat flutter loudly.

He looked up at the moon, which was half-hidden by fog, and remained silent for a long time.

As the tide recedes, the lights of the harbor are reflected on the water like swimming snakes.

Roy finished the last sip of his coffee and casually tossed it into the sea.

The bottom of the cup skimmed across the water's surface, creating a series of skips before finally sinking into the dark seawater.

He turned and walked towards the top of the cliff; he still had a training class to complete that night.

Behind us, the roaring sounds from the training island rose and fell, like the howls of beasts or the prelude to war drums.

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Our Straw Hat Pirates, during the six months we were away from Wano Country, as Sanji put it, didn't have a moment's peace.

From the time they and Garp separated, they suffered a total of thirty-seven attacks in just six months.

On average, a group of people come to our door every five days.

Ships flying pirate flags surrounded them from all directions, bombarding them, boarding them, and jumping over them, looking no different from ordinary pirates.

But once they actually started fighting, the Straw Hat crew realized something was wrong.

These "pirates" have such perfect hand-to-hand combat skills.

The Six Styles of the Navy: Finger Pistol, Shave, Storm Kick, and those well-trained coordinated combat techniques.

While they shouted that they wanted to seize the ship and its treasure, every move they made was a deadly attack.

At first, the sudden attacks caught me off guard and I was a bit flustered, but after the next ten attacks, I started to get bored.

By the thirtieth time, Luffy didn't even bother with Gear Fifth anymore; Gear Second and Gear Third were enough.

"Too weak, can you give us something stronger?"

Luffy sat cross-legged on the wrecked deck of the enemy ship, eating meat he had stolen from the enemy's kitchen while complaining.

Zoro leaned against the broken mast, closed his eyes to rest, and didn't even bother to put away his three swords.

Sanji served the meat grilled by the enemy cook to Nami and Robin, then squatted on the ship's railing and smoked.

After half a year of honing his skills, Luffy's Nikka form has become much more stable.

When first awakened, the fifth-level state could only be maintained for a few minutes, but now it can be switched freely, and the duration has been greatly extended.

Instead of relying on the power of the Awakening Fruit, he placed greater emphasis on training basic physical skills and Haki under Garp's guidance.

Ryuo has become a standard weapon, and Conqueror's Haki is no longer a matter of luck; it can now be truly integrated into attacks.

Zoro honed his swordsmanship to a higher level in actual combat, and his Conqueror's Haki also awakened unconsciously during a battle. Combined with his demonic aura, he could occasionally unleash it unintentionally, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.

Sanji's kicking skills and Haki have improved simultaneously. The effect of his Diable Jambe combined with Ryuo is now on a completely different level than it was half a year ago.

Nami, Usopp, and Chopper have all made great progress.

Chopper, in particular, can reliably use his Giant Form even without consuming a Rumble Ball, and his explosive power can even briefly surpass Sanji's.

Robin watched all this without saying a word.

But she knew in her heart that it was no coincidence that the attacking "pirate crews" could always pinpoint their location so accurately.

The World Government has its sights firmly set on Luffy.

After several months of adventure, Luffy and his crew sailed directly into the waters controlled by the Whitebeard Pirates.