The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 115: That man is back!

The crew members were actually very curious about the big black box that Leo brought.

Firstly, because of its appearance... it's hard not to evoke endless imagination in people.

Secondly, when someone asked, Leo explained that it was his weapon for hunting fish.

Everyone has just witnessed Leo's fishing skills.

Such a skilled fish-hunting weapon, specially brought from Marzamemi, must be an extremely powerful tool.

Before Leo opened the box, a dozen pairs of eyes, either directly or furtively, were watching his and Rinaldi's every move.

But everyone was doing their own thing and couldn't go over to watch the excitement. They could only deduce what was inside from Rinaldi's expressions and actions.

Leo opened the three sets of latches on top, pointing as if he were giving an introduction.

Rinaldi's expression first froze, then became strange.

After experiencing a variety of emotions, including wanting to laugh but not daring to, feeling sorry but still laughing, being tight-lipped and not laughing, and pretending to smile politely, she eventually returned to an expression of indifference.

The next second, Leo lifted the contents of the box.

Then... various voices of discussion and laughter came from all directions of the Silverfin.

"Is it a trident?"

"It's a trident; my son has the same toy."

"But he's an adult. Is he joking or serious? It's a bit hard to tell."

"Whether it's funny or serious, turning a harpoon into a trident is still strange. It's one thing for kids to play around with it, but how can adults do something like this?"

The trident is a popular toy design among children in coastal areas.

"Both Rinaldi and Gatti possess their own tridents," so they couldn't resist when they saw Leo's harpoon.

However, Rinaldi is the captain now, and he needs to act like one.

Although I really wanted to laugh, I tried my best to suppress it.

His brother Gatti, on the other hand, doesn't need any image management.

Rinaldi showed no sign of leaving the ship, and Gatti, having nothing to do while wandering around, went back to the cabin to find his father.

He laughed unrestrainedly in the cabin, leaning over his father to talk about the things Leo had brought out outside.

"He actually brought a trident!"

Peglelini never expected that Leo would have such a childish side, replicating a trident as a harpoon.

However, this fits his stereotype of Leo: "He's incredibly weak where he should be strong, and terrifyingly strong where he should be weak; he can't be cool for more than a few seconds before revealing his childish side."

Hunting swordfish with traditional high-spear techniques is a dangerous business. Boys in the family must mature earlier than their peers and grow into qualified fishermen capable of standing on their own as quickly as possible.

Therefore, the family rule is that boys must immediately succeed as captains upon reaching adulthood, and they are instilled with many important principles from a young age.

Peglelini would occasionally give his sons a lecture, so Gatti's impression of his father was that he loved to preach: "What's wrong with having a trident? In your hands, a trident is a toy, but in his hands, it's a weapon. When you have his skill in hunting fish, then you can laugh at his weapon."

Gatti straightened up, muttering defiantly, "How could I be worse than him? I started throwing training at six, and by seven I could complete reaction throwing training. How can he compare to me?"

The reaction training that Rinaldi is currently giving Leo is equivalent to a "throwing course" graduation course. People around the trainee will randomly raise flags or shout out numbers. An attack can only be launched when both the flag and the number appear at the same time, and the attack window is only 1 second long.

Completing the entire process of raising the fork, pulling back, aiming, exerting force, and releasing the weapon within one second is already the limit of the limit, and one must also distinguish between true and false information during the process.

The standard for success is to strike at the right time and hit the floating object in the sea with almost no aiming or preparation. Hitting it five or more times in a row is considered passing, in order to exclude factors such as luck.

This training is a hellish test of concentration, mental fortitude, and throwing ability.

Because within one second, the thrower must simultaneously complete multiple actions such as receiving information, recognizing information, anticipating, and throwing, and also needs to hit the target.

Gatti trained for a year before passing the test, which is the level of a normal person.

Captain Rinaldi of the Silverfin saw Leo's potential and wanted to give him the entire course, which is why he brought out this challenging training for him to try.

Peglerini stated objectively, "I have a feeling he will pass this training within a month."

The scene of Leo's continuous attacks on the swordfish was still fresh in Peglerini's mind; in his eyes, it was a ruthless throwing machine.

"Impossible!" Gatti retorted, unconvinced. "It would take at least six months!"

Peglelini thought to himself:

That's because you haven't seen Artemis, Achilles, and Heracles team up to attack the swordfish.

Peglelini continued to lecture his youngest son, and soon they heard someone outside shouting numbers.

At first, he didn't pay attention and continued to educate his childish son, guessing that it was probably Rinaldi giving Rio reaction throwing training, which required calling out numbers to confuse the pitcher.

After a while, I realized something was wrong.

Firstly, the countdown continued even after reaching thirty... indicating that no attack signal had been given for a long time.

With such a long waiting period, shouldn't the thrower be hanged?

Secondly, the intervals between the numbers are too long.

Under normal circumstances, the count should be called out every three or four seconds at the latest. If it is faster, the numbers will not stop. If the time interval is too long, the thrower's attention will be distracted, and it will not achieve the training effect of keeping the thrower constantly tense.

"What's going on outside?" Gatti didn't want to listen to his father's nagging anymore. Just then, he heard something unusual outside and quickly made his escape.

Peglelini followed his son out of the cabin and found that in addition to the sound of numbers, there were also people talking outside.

33!

"

"Ah!"

"34!"

"

"Holy crap!!"

"35!"

"No way!!"

"36!"

"That's awesome!!!"

The ironclad rule of sailing is that everyone must perform their duties and not neglect their responsibilities. However, Peglerini saw several rascals who had left their posts and gathered at the stern.

He stormed over, thinking he'd have a good talk with the captain later.

You know how I yell at you, but I don't care about anyone else, right?

When Pegrelini pushed aside the group of onlookers, he discovered that the "captain" was also in the crowd.

Rinaldi was holding a flag, sweating profusely, and looked terrible.

When Rinaldi saw his father appear, he wanted to tell him what he had just experienced... but before that, he raised the flag and shouted out a number.

The surrounding crew members immediately joined in the shouting.

37!

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"God!!"

Peglerini was stunned.

Rinaldi tossed the flag to him and fled as if running away: "You continue training Leo, I'm tired."

The chaotic sounds all around him rudely entered Peglerini's ears like a storm, as if he had stepped into a hellish hearing test.

First came Leo's incessant chatter: "Is it over? When are we going to stop training? Are we just going to keep throwing like this?"

Then came Gatti, the youngest son who had arrived earlier, who was pulling people around and shouting, "Is this Leo's 37th consecutive shot?"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

"He hit the target on his first shot?"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!"

Then came gasps of amazement from the crew members all around, including from the high mast.

"Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!"

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone hit the bullseye so many times in a row."

"Is this something a human being could do?"

"Of course it's not a person! It's Poseidon himself, wielding his trident!"

"Shut up, all of you!" the old captain roared. "Get back to your posts! I don't want to hear another sound from anyone!"

Peglelini's shout startled the crew.

Even after the Silverfin docked back at Messina, no one dared to utter a sound.

But they had so much to say to Leo.

I'd like to ask him how he did it, and maybe even learn some of his secret techniques. If possible, could you show us your trident? It looks incredibly powerful!

Since we can't talk about it... let's show it with actions.

Someone led the way for Leo.

Someone cleared a path for Leo.

Someone helped Leo with his suit jacket and hat.

Some people who couldn't get any work stayed behind him silently, unwilling to leave.

As the group returned to the Cumanso family's house, four or five more heads popped out of the blacksmith's shop next door.

"Who was it that was brought back with such a large entourage?"

"I saw it too, there were a lot of people surrounding him, it was like they were protecting him."

"It looks like that mafia member who came yesterday?"

"It's him! It's him! I saw the big black box!"

"What are they doing?"