A Day in the Pirate World

It is better to release stinky parrots less in the future, it will affect the appearance of the city too much, and it is not in line with my low-key principle.

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A gleam of light flashed on the demon knife behind him.

Illusion?I feel like there are always people trying to harm me.

When they returned to the mountain, a group of people were in full swing to fight with the food.

However, when it comes to food, the others are younger brothers in front of Luffy.

Even Luffy who is more than 7 years old.

I feel that if Luffy participated in those big appetite competitions in his previous life, he could simply sweep the world directly.

It can make the organizer cry.

However, the more you can eat, the better, which proves that the body has a greater hidden potential.

And the more resistant to beating... Bah, the more able to withstand the test.

"One hour to rest, one hour to start training."

Luffy and Ace, who were bruised and swollen in the morning, have basically recovered now.

Naturally, this place is different from the previous life, and some special forces training methods he brought here have also been deleted and improved.

There are only two types left here, one is physical strength and other training, and the other is actual combat.

Simple and crude.

"See if there is a tree, the tree I marked, start running from this position, run as hard as you can, turn back and forth, and don't stop until I say stop."

Starting in the afternoon, there is no so-called warm-up, because the most strenuous exercise is the best warm-up for them.

"The one who lags behind will be punished. I will talk about the punishment method later, and I will guarantee that you will remember it deeply."

"Get ready, open..."

Bang!Bang!

"Luffy, are you an idiot? I haven't finished talking about the beginning. Come back and prepare again."

"start!"

Sometimes speed is power.

In the final analysis, the ultimate goal of any training is strength.

Regardless of speed, strength, physical fitness, fruit, domineering, etc., everything is to become stronger.

Because the theme of this world is becoming stronger, and only when you are strong can you reduce your constraints.

"Luffy, are your rubber elastics just for decoration? Can't you increase the elastic from your legs to speed up while running?"

"Idiot, where did you play it? Are you going to play it at your grandma's house?"

"Ace, what are you doing, can't you hear it with all your strength, you idiot. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, and be a man like the wind."

Mo Sen suddenly discovered that he was actually very suitable for the role of instructor, and he could justifiably beat...train others.

In the woods in the distance, a small figure is walking cautiously towards here.

He heard a voice reprimanding something loudly from a distance, which made him more careful.

He hid behind a big tree, and secretly watched the place where the sound came from.

A gentleman's hat with goggles poked out secretly, and under the hat was a child with short yellow hair looking at the scene in the open space.

Suddenly, the little boy only saw the light dim in front of him.

"Little Huangmao, what are you doing sneakily here?"

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The contest was not fair at first.

After all, Ace is three years older than Luffy. Even if Luffy eats the Devil Fruit, it will be difficult for him to catch up with Ace. In terms of talent, in fact, both of them are top-notch, and no one is necessarily worse than the other.

However, Luffy's unyielding character will make him not give up even if he can't catch up.

Although the project is simple, its effect is not small.

Mo Sen, who was training the two little guys, suddenly shook his ears twice.

There is a feeling of peeping, as if something is approaching.

He stopped talking and listened carefully for a while.

You heard me right.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the figure flickered and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was at the place where the slight sound was made.

Looking at the kid in front of him carefully hiding his body and secretly observing the training ground, he wore a gentleman hat with goggles, short yellow curly hair, worn-out aristocratic clothing, and black leather boots.

It was young Sabo.