Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

"Change the status quo," he said.

What is the current state of Fishman Street?

"more than."

Nok raised his head and looked directly into Jinbe's eyes.

"The current state of the entire merfolk race!"

"I want the fish-man race to stand proudly on the ocean."

"I don't want to be trapped on this small island at the bottom of the sea, I don't want to be called 'fish-men' with contempt, I don't want to be sold like commodities by slave hunters. I want all fish-men to live in the sunlight."

Jinbe's eyes changed.

Do you know what you're saying?

"I know," Nock said. "I've lived in Fishman Street for fifteen years, and I've seen too much—killed by humans, betrayed by their own kind, crushed by life. I don't want to see it anymore."

He paused.

I want to change.

Jinbe remained silent for a long time.

It went on for so long that Nock thought he wouldn't answer anymore.

Then Jinbe laughed.

Laugh out loud! A hearty laugh!

"Interesting," he said with admiration. "I've met many young people who want to follow me. Some want to become stronger, some want to stand out, and some just want to find a backer."

He took a step forward and looked down at Knok.

"But you're the first one to say you want to change."

He reached out and placed his large hand on Knok's shoulder.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll follow me and become stronger!"

Nok raised his head and looked at the tall fishman in front of him.

There was something in Jinbe's eyes.

Recognized.

...

The next day, before dawn, Nock stood on the training field outside the base.

It's called a training ground, but it's actually an open seabed area with several rows of rough coral stakes around it. The stakes are covered with fist marks and cracks. The seawater here is exceptionally clear, and the light of the Sun Tree Eve shines through the seabed, breaking into specks of light that fall on the white sand.

Jinbe is already here.

He stood shirtless in the center of the field.

"You've arrived."

Nock walked over and stopped three steps behind him.

"I am coming."

Jinbe turned around and looked at the fifteen-year-old boy.

"Fish-Man Karate," he began, "what do you think it is?"

Nock was taken aback. He thought he would be taught the movements, breathing, and power generation first, but he didn't expect the first question to be this.

"Yes..." he thought for a moment, "fighting techniques?"

Jinbe laughed.

"Fighting techniques are the most basic level of understanding," he said. "The essence of Fishman Karate is listening to the voice of the ocean."

He stretched out his hand, slowly spreading his five fingers, facing the empty seawater in front of him.

"The ocean is not dead; it breathes, it pulses, it has emotions. Only when you feel it can you draw upon its power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jinbe gently pushed with his palm.

There was no build-up of force, no exertion of power; it was just a casual push.

But Knok felt the entire seabed tremble.

The seawater in front of us seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, surging forward with a roar. A coral stake a dozen meters away snapped in response, the broken edge bursting open and sending shards of rock flying.

Nock's pupils contracted.

That palm strike didn't even touch the coral stake.

"This is the essence of Fishman Karate." Jinbe withdrew his hand. "It's not about muscles, it's about this."

He pointed to his chest.

"Heart."

......

Training starts with the very basics.

The first thing Jinbe made Nok do wasn't to throw a punch or kick, but to stand up.

He just stood there.

Close your eyes and feel the flow of the seawater.

"Your skin can feel the seawater; that's a talent of the fish-men," Jinbe's voice came from beside you. "But feeling and listening are two different things. Feeling is passive; listening is active. You need to listen to what the seawater is saying."

Nock closed his eyes, trying hard to sense.

The seawater enveloped him, gentle yet heavy. He could feel the touch of every drop of water sliding across his skin, sense the direction of the undercurrents in the distance, and feel the subtle disturbances caused by the passing schools of fish.

But listen?

He didn't know what the seawater was saying.

"Now, throw a punch."

Nock took a deep breath and threw a straight punch at the seawater in front of him.

The seawater was cleaved by the fist, creating a stream of water.

Jinbe looked at it and shook his head.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"You are fighting the ocean, not submitting to it or using it."

Nock frowned.

Jinbe walked up to Nok and pressed on his chest.

"Heart, will, and resonance with the ocean."

"Try throwing another punch."

Nock closed his eyes.

He tried not to think about muscles, not to think about exerting force, and not to think about the techniques he had learned in the Navy.

He was just... feeling.

Feel the seawater enveloping you.

Feel that gentle, heavy, and omnipresent embrace.

Then he threw a punch.

He didn't use his full strength, or even exert himself deliberately.

But the moment he threw that punch, he felt the seawater "move".

Instead of being pushed away by him, we moved forward together with his will.

The seawater in front of the fist suddenly sank.

Jinbe's eyes lit up.

"Yes," he said, "that's it."

......

In the days that followed, Nok began to truly enter the world of Fishman Karate.

Every morning, I stand on the training field and feel the breath of the sea.

Then he threw a punch.

Each time, I'm searching for that feeling of "resonating with the seawater".

Sometimes Jinbe would give him pointers—how to adjust his breathing, how to make the water flow with his will, and how to make the seawater become his arm the moment he threw a punch.

Sometimes Jinbe would say nothing and just stand by and watch.

A month later, Nok used the Fishman Karate moves for the first time.

It's not a high-level move like "Fishman Karate: Samewa Seiken," but just the most basic "Fishman Karate: Push Palm."

He gently pushed out a palm towards a coral stake three meters away.

boom!

A crack appeared on the surface of the coral stake.

Nock stared at his palm, somewhat lost in thought.

Jinbe walked over, looked at the crack, and nodded.

"I got the hang of it in a month," he said. "Faster than I expected."

Nok raised his head and looked at Jinbe.

"Boss Jinbe," he said, "I want to learn more."

Jinbe looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You will learn it," he said, "but don't rush. Fishman Karate can't be learned in a day. Your task now is to build a solid foundation."

......

night.

Nock lay in his makeshift dormitory at the base, staring at the deck above him.

The day's training left him physically exhausted, but mentally remarkably clear-headed.

He closed his eyes, sensing the three surging forces within his body.

Naval Nok's physique honed through countless trials, and swordsman Nok's sharpness honed over twenty-four years.

There's also the merfolk's innate talent—that natural affinity with the ocean.

He tried to make them... less distinct.

They are not used alternately, but coexist simultaneously.

Relax your body and let the naval physique become your foundation.

With focused consciousness, the swordsman conceals his sharpness in his fist.

Then--

Feel the ocean.

Let the seawater flow down your skin, through your muscles, and into your bloodstream.

In that instant, Nock felt as if he had become part of the seawater.

It's not about standing in the sea.

It is the sea, within him.

He opened his eyes and looked at his hands.

tomorrow.

Keep practicing.