Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

The next day, Nok went to Sengoku to report for duty and was asked some questions.

But it was nothing more than boring nonsense about the navy, justice, and staying true to oneself. Nock passed through smoothly, officially confirmed his entry into the elite training camp, and waited for the plan to officially begin.

A few days later, at the Zephyr mansion.

This is a small but elegant Japanese-style building, located in a quiet area behind the headquarters. Several pine trees are planted in the courtyard, and a pebble path winds its way to the entrance.

Nok stood at the door, looking down at his casual clothes, which were borrowed and didn't fit him very well. After meeting up with the other Noks, his body seemed to have started to grow again. Before, he was about 2.56 meters tall, but now he felt that his height was rapidly approaching 3 meters.

"Brother Nok!"

Before the door was even opened, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside, and then the door was suddenly pulled open.

A little girl with two braids peeked out, her eyes sparkling.

It was Noriko, eleven years old, the only daughter of Zefu and Saori.

"Noriko, don't be so rude." Saori's gentle voice came from inside the house.

Noriko stuck out her tongue, but still grabbed Nok's hand and pulled him inside.

"Come in quickly! Come in quickly! Daddy's home!"

Nock was pulled into the house, through the hallway, and into a spacious living room.

In the center of the living room, a tall figure stood with his back to him, hanging calligraphy and paintings on the wall. He had short purple hair and broad shoulders, and just standing there gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Tifa...

Pooh!

Zefa.

The Navy Headquarters' top combat force, the current Admiral, "Black Arm" Zephyr!

He turned around and looked at Nok.

His angular face was expressionless, but his eyes showed obvious gratitude.

"You're here," Zephyr said.

"General Zephyr." Nock stood up straight and saluted.

Zefa waved his hand: "In my home, there's no need for these formalities."

He walked over and stood in front of Nok, his height of over three meters forcing Nok to tilt his head slightly.

There was a two-second silence.

Then Zeffa reached out and placed his hand on Nok's shoulder.

Those hands were large and heavy, and it was said that they had once crushed steel with their bare hands, but now they felt very light on my shoulders.

"Thank you," Zefa said.

Two words.

But Nock could tell that this thank you was more important than any lengthy speech.

"Of course," Nock said.

Zefa looked at him and suddenly smiled.

It was a very rare smile—a gentleness on a tough guy's face.

"Saori told me that if it weren't for you, she and her daughter..." He didn't finish his sentence, but patted Nok's shoulder again.

"Alright, sit down and talk."

......

The atmosphere at the dinner table was more relaxed than Knok had imagined.

The weaving skills were surprisingly good; it's said she learned them in the Land of Flowers when she was young.

Noriko sat next to Knok, chattering away and asking all sorts of questions.

"Brother Nok, how did you become so amazing?"

"Brother Nock, that knife is so beautiful, can I take a look?"

"Brother Nok, will you come to my house often in the future?"

"Brother Nok, when I grow up, will you marry me?"

Knok was so overwhelmed by the questions that he almost spat out his food.

Not daring to look at Zefa's gaze, she could only bury her head in her food.

Saori laughed from the side, occasionally putting food on Noriko's plate to tell her to stop fooling around.

Zefa sipped his drink, occasionally glancing at Nok with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

We've almost finished eating.

Nock put down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and looked at Zephyr.

"General Zephyr, I have a request."

Zephyr raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"I want to become stronger," Nok said directly. "I would like to ask you to guide me in the training of the Six Styles and Haki."

Zefa paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You know how to pick your timing, kid." He put down his glass. "But you should know I'm a general now, I don't have much time, and besides..."

Zephyr wanted to say that he would soon become the chief instructor of the Navy Headquarters, and he could then guide him, so there was no need to rush.

But at this time...

"snort."

A soft hum, not loud, but very clear.

Zephyr paused and glanced at Saori.

Saori continued to serve food to Noriko, her smile as gentle as ever, without even glancing up at Zephyr.

But that one "humph" subtly changed the atmosphere in the living room.

Zefa coughed lightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Nok is a good boy, and it's all thanks to him, otherwise my daughter and I would never have seen you again. But I don't know how to repay him."

Zefa opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Noriko covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

Nock kept his head down; he was professionally trained and would never do anything to embarrass Admiral Zeff!

Zephyr looked at Saori, then at Nok, and finally sighed.

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you." He put down his glass and looked at Nock. "Starting tomorrow, come to me after training every day, and I'll give you some pointers when I have time."

Nock looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Thank you, General Zephyr!"

"No need to thank me." Zefa waved his hand, glanced at Saori again, and muttered something under his breath.

...

In the days that followed, Nock's life became regular and fulfilling.

During the day, he sank into the deep sea.

The waters near Marineford are thousands of meters deep, and Nock chose a different depth each time. Starting at five hundred meters, he slowly descended to one thousand meters, then two thousand meters. The pressure of the seawater increased with depth, like an invisible hand squeezing his body from all sides.

When he first dived to 3,000 meters, he almost thought he was going to die.

My chest cavity was compressed to its limit, my bones cracked, my eyes were bloodshot, and my eardrums stung. It felt like being held in the palm of a giant's hand, about to be crushed at any moment.

But he pulled through.

The fish-men's talent allows them to breathe underwater, while the human body endures terrifying pressure. Every dive is an extreme challenge; every ascent is a transformation.

He practiced the karate insights shared by the fishman Nok in the deep sea, making the seawater a part of his body, rather than a resistance.

Sometimes you'll encounter sea kings.

Nock never runs away without a fight!

Those giant sea monsters became his best sparring partners.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

From barely escaping after being defeated at the beginning, to being able to fight head-on, and now being able to easily deal with the sea kings that come knocking on his door in the deep sea—this process took less than a month.

......

At dusk, Noc would appear precisely in the backyard of Zeff's mansion.

This was a small open space, paved with small pebbles, with a few low pine trees planted around it. Zefa stood in the center of the yard with his hands behind his back, his short purple hair swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

"You're here?"

"They're here."

Zefa nodded and got straight to the point.

"Of the six styles, you have already mastered three. Among them, the iron block and paper drawing are the most basic, and also the key to becoming powerful."

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"An iron block is used to instantly tense muscles to their limit, achieving a steel-like hardness. But do you know why some people can be broken by an iron block, while others can withstand artillery shells?"

Nock thought for a moment: "Because of the difference in muscle strength?"

"Yes, but not entirely." Zephyr loosened his fist. "The key is confidence, or rather, 'intention'."

"idea?"

"When you use a metal block, if you think 'I might not be able to withstand this,' then your metal block will soften. If you firmly believe 'This thing can't penetrate me,' then your muscles will truly tense to their limit." Zephyr looked at him. "That's the prototype of Armament Haki—arming yourself with your mind."

Nock seemed to be deep in thought.

No wonder the Iron Body users in the original work were so confident!

A lack of confidence makes you weak!