Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

Don't even mention that you're a new recruit; even if you were a new recruit, it wouldn't work!

"Sir!"

Ian smiled brightly.

"I'm a new recruit! Give me a slash, please!"

All I want to do right now is cut you!

The middle-aged navy man clenched his fists instantly.

……

'The head of the logistics and equipment department is actually a pretty nice person!'

Ian walked out of the equipment department in a cheerful mood.

Just now, he spent one million Berries to buy a slag knife and a sea stone baton from the equipment department.

There's also a Den Den Mushi that crosses the sea.

And a permanent pointer for the Navy Headquarters.

The latter two were free gifts from the hospitable Equipment Department.

Not worth mentioning.

Ian left the Marine Headquarters building with light steps and then went to the Headquarters training ground.

The "200x Effort" skill requires a tremendous amount of hard work and dedication to unlock.

You can't just casually say something and suddenly become a cheat code.

Over the past year.

Ian trained intensely in boot camp, where he learned a lot of skills.

This includes techniques such as the Six Styles, swordsmanship, and spearmanship.

But today, having arrived at the headquarters training grounds, Ian has no intention of continuing to hone his physical skills.

In comparison.

Ian was more interested in the Clay Fruit he had just acquired.

"Hey!", "Roar!", "Ha!", "Eek!"

Ian was getting closer and closer to the training ground.

The sounds of muscles clashing, powerful roars, and a few strange groans filled the air.

He heard these sounds more and more clearly.

But just as Ian stepped onto the training field...

A rather offensive remark drifted over on the wind.

"I really want to be Miss Peacock's dog—"

Along with it came a rhythmic "slap," "slap slap" sound.

The sound was exactly like a whip lashing against a body.

Do not!

It's not "like," it's "a fact"!

Ian stopped and looked.

It was on an open space not far from him.

A tall, blonde, blue-eyed young woman is mercilessly whipping a marine.

Ian raised an eyebrow slightly.

He recognized the blonde girl wielding a whip and striking people at a glance.

The granddaughter of the Chief of Staff Tsuru of the headquarters—Kongque!

However, according to Ian's understanding...

The weapon the peacock used before was not a "whip," but a "long sword."

Ian observed carefully for a while longer.

Only then did they realize that the "whip" in the peacock's hand was not a "whip" at all.

Precisely.

That was a softened longsword, like a whip!

Ian immediately realized what was going on.

Has the peacock already eaten the Whip-Whisper Fruit?

And at this time.

The peacock seemed to sense Ian's gaze as well.

She stopped hitting him, turned her head to look in Ian's direction, and her green eyes lit up instantly.

"Ian?!"

Peacock raised the leather whip in her hand, her eager expression like that of a female beast about to catch her prey.

"Come here quickly!"

Putting aside their past relationship of counting stars and admiring the moon together.

Ian and Peacock were among the best-performing marines in last year's recruit training camp.

The two frequently sparred and fought.

Ian knew the peacock's true strength.

The peacock understood Ian's strengths and weaknesses.

They're very close!

At this moment, the peacock once again took the initiative to invite the battle.

Ian, who originally wanted to test the specific effects of the [Ring of Magic Control], naturally wouldn't refuse the other party's kind invitation.

however.

Ian had just taken a step forward.

The impatient peacock took off with her two long, straight, snow-white legs and rushed straight toward the former.

Her speed was so fast that ordinary people couldn't react; it was—

Six styles of shaving!

"Ian!"

The peacock raised the leather whip in her hand, and the figure of the man in front of her was clearly reflected in her green eyes.

"Let me teach you a lesson!"

Chapter 9 White-bearded Clay Doll

Peacock swung his right arm forward with great force, and the whip shot out through the air, heading straight for Ian.

woo-

The soft sword, shaped like a long whip, whistled through the air, emitting a piercing scream that sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.

Faced with this sudden attack.

Ian seemed to be frightened; he stood there, motionless.

However, his skin color had somehow turned into a smooth, clay-like white.

There was no dodging, no defense.

The peacock's whip struck Ian with perfect accuracy.

But it was like hitting a puddle of soft mud.

A dull sound echoed around.

puff--

"what?!"

The peacock's eyes narrowed slightly.

She, who was closest to Ian, could clearly see that Ian's left arm, which had been hit, was almost severed by the whip.

But what's rather strange is that...

The "wound" struck by the whip did not gush out bright red blood.

It was white clay!

A steady stream of white clay gushed from Ian's "wound," like a bubbling fountain.

The white clay, like spring water, surged and swelled on Ian's body, causing his physique to grow and expand wildly.

A few breaths.

Ian's height exceeded six meters, as if he had transformed into a giant.

next moment.

Ian's right hand swept across his chin, and his crescent-shaped, upward-curving white beard took shape.

Clay Fruit? ×!

A figurine-shaped fruit? √!

After "transforming," Ian let out a strange, low laugh.

"Gu la la la..."

Before the peacock could react...

The "elites" from headquarters who were watching the battle around the area were the first to burst into a series of howls and wails.

"White beard!"

"The world's strongest man!"

"Whitebeard has stormed Marine Headquarters!"

"Whitebeard has breached Marine Headquarters!"

"Whitebeard has invaded the Red Line!"

"Whitebeard has destroyed the World Government!"

Terrified and shrill screams echoed across the training grounds and spread rapidly outwards.

Witnessing the appearance of the "white-bearded" creature and being bombarded with the "devilish noise" of the onlookers, the peacock was momentarily startled.

But when she saw what the so-called "white beard" looked like, she was speechless.

Its head is round and its belly is like a ball.

She looked pale and sallow all over.

To put it bluntly.

It's just like a cheap clay doll produced in some unknown, unlicensed workshop.

Apart from that white crescent-shaped beard.

Where is the domineering aura and demeanor of the world's strongest man in front of the peacock?

'That white-bearded guy, isn't it just Ian playing tricks?'

The peacock inherited Lieutenant General Crane's sharp mind and made an instant judgment on the situation.

'This ability must be the Clay-Clay Fruit that Admiral Kuzan mentioned before?!'

Ian had no time to pay attention to the reactions of the onlookers.