I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Chapter 421 Garp's Special Skill

When the memories of the shadow clones flooded his mind, Sigurd was completely dumbfounded.

It took him a long time to slowly digest the memories of the shadow clone.

"Did I hypnotize myself?"

"Something's not right! I've always been a diligent, intelligent, handsome, and hardworking person, how could I possibly hypnotize myself?"

Sieg didn't believe it at first.

But the longer you think about it, the stronger the sense of incongruity becomes.

Finally, he recalled the grueling training he had undergone that day, and he was almost dumbfounded.

If... his hypnosis really has a flaw, and he can hypnotize himself... then wouldn't the plan to use shadow clones as tools be ruined?

He can never use shadow clones as his tools? Then what's the point of this hypnotic ability?

Sig first carefully recalled Zango's hypnotic abilities.

Zango's hypnosis had influenced Monka, making him believe for the rest of his life that he had captured Hundred Clown.

In other words, the effects of hypnosis can last a very long time, and it's even possible that, like Montesquieu, one could remain hypnotized for the rest of their life, never to be released.

On the other hand, Zango himself is often hypnotized, so the hypnotic power has a limited effect on him.

"If I want to use shadow clones as my tools, I must first hypnotize both of us."

"I myself should wake up from the hypnotic state after a while. But the shadow clone, as the hypnotized subject, might be permanently trapped in the hypnosis... What a hassle!"

"But perhaps it's a solution."

Despite his thoughts, Sieg still felt a sense of aversion to the idea of ​​hypnotizing himself again.

"What if I don't regain consciousness? Will I still be me?"

Sieg still harbored doubts.

...........

the next day.

Sig did not undergo rehypnosis but arrived at the training ground in a conscious state.

When he arrived, everyone in the training camp, including Zephyr, stared intently at him.

"Why are you looking at me? I wasn't late today, I was a full 10 minutes early."

A bad feeling welled up in Sieg's heart.

"Sun Bear, you really weren't late today." Zephyr rarely smiled, and said with a chuckle:

"But you should remember what I said yesterday, right? This kind of behavior of arriving at the last minute is highly undesirable."

“Yesterday you said that if you couldn’t arrive 30 minutes early, you would be willing to punish yourself by running 200 laps around the track.”

Sig: .....

Zephyr's reminder brought back his memory of what he had said yesterday...

He had nothing to say, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he began running alone, lap after lap, under the scorching sun, chasing after his lost youth...

And these 200 laps around the track are just the beginning.

Zefa was very impressed with Sieg's performance yesterday, so last night he worked almost all night to devise a more demanding plan for Sieg with shorter rest intervals, which could be described as pushing him to the limit.

"Go, go, go! Where did your drive from yesterday go?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to be the King of the Navy yesterday?"

However, what made Zefa frown was that his encouragement today seemed to have limited effect, as Sieg's performance was indeed somewhat different from yesterday.

"Was yesterday's training too intense and caused damage to Sieg's body? Was this plan really too much of a push for him?"

Zefa frowned, deep in thought.

Just then, a hearty laugh came from behind.

"Hahaha... As soon as I arrived, I heard someone wanting to be the King of the Navy. This year's marines are really interesting."

With a smile on his face, Garp appeared at the training ground, approached Zeff, and punched Zeff in the chest.

Zephyr groaned as he was struck by the force of the punch, and looked at Garp with a complicated expression.

In terms of age, Zephyr is even four years younger than Garp.

However, since Zefa encountered misfortune and stepped down to the second line, the gap between these two martial arts masters has widened.

Especially now, with Zephyr having suffered two defeats and being injured.

"It's Vice Admiral Garp!"

"Lieutenant General Garp is here?"

Garp's arrival caused a stir in the training camp, and many people's faces turned green.

If Zefa's training is tailored to individual needs, based on each person's physical limits, then...

Garp's training, on the other hand, was a devilish training that treated the Marines like dirt.

Garp cleared his throat and asked, "Who wanted to be the Navy King again?"

Everyone unconsciously turned their gaze toward Sieg, who was still breathing heavily.

Garp?

Sig's face stiffened.

"Sun Bear, do your best," Zephyr said sternly.

"Kapp is the instructor I specially invited to teach you. Don't let me down."

Zephyr's teaching philosophy is to teach according to aptitude, so that his naval officers receive the most suitable training.

Especially talented people like "Rixiong".

Sig possesses strong shooting skills, coupled with his Observation Haki for reconnaissance, making him well-suited for a path as a sharpshooter or sniper.

But at the same time, his stamina was incredibly long, and his strength was also quite good.

It's the perfect time to learn Garp's signature move: throwing cannonballs with bare hands.

"Naval King, come with me, our training should begin."

Garp chuckled, unaware that it had gotten dark.

Sig raised his head blankly from his panting, his vision almost entirely filled with blackness.

After scanning the area carefully, Sieg realized... it hadn't suddenly gotten dark.

Instead, Garp pulled out a jet-black iron ball, larger than a warship, from somewhere and looked at him with eager eyes.

"Will my unique skill finally find a successor?"

"Come on, Ri Xiong! First, lift this giant iron ball and do two hundred squats!"

Garp laughed loudly, holding a giant iron ball in one hand, and walked towards Sig.

................

After training for the day, Sig dragged his tired body back to his dormitory.

It's like yesterday is repeating itself... no, it's even more terrifying than yesterday.

"I, the Mountain Bandit King, absolutely cannot waste time here!"

After another day of training, Sieg changed his mind and decided to... give it his all!

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

The situation is almost exactly the same as yesterday.

Another shadow clone has appeared in Sig's wardrobe.

"Heh, a mere shadow clone dares to try and steal my chance to cultivate and become stronger?"

Sig stood next to the wardrobe, chuckling.

............

Meanwhile, on another distant ocean...

A small pirate fleet is holding a banquet amidst the sound of waves.

"Haha... those merchants actually dared to go against our Captain Sieg! They're practically asking for death!"

"And yesterday's Momonga Pirates actually believed the rumor that Captain Higuma was dead, how stupid!"

During the banquet, the pirates let out a loud, boisterous laugh, beaming with pride.

Only the burly man sitting in the very center, who bore a resemblance to Sieg in appearance, had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Chapter 422 Three Months Later

Why did things turn out this way?

In the center of the banquet, a burly man named Miller had beads of sweat on his forehead.

He is a user of the Phantom Fruit and once impersonated Sigurd during the fake Angel Fruit incident.

He couldn't help but recall the time he had just left the deserted island and met with the group of pirates.

Seeing that the pirates outnumbered him and were worried that they wouldn't be able to save him, he decided to impersonate Sigurd again.

The pirates immediately informed him that Higuma was dead.

"Why did Sig have to die when I didn't know? Why didn't that bastard pick a more opportune time to die?"

He was already in a difficult situation.

Left with no other choice, he could only continue pretending, using his years of experience in impersonation and deception, along with Sig's reputation, to fool the pirates once again.

But without realizing it... his pirate crew had gradually begun to grow stronger?

"No! Continuing like this will lead to self-destruction."