Daily Life in One Piece - Chapter 42
From that day on, Mosen’s sparring partner switched from Shuzo to Vice Admiral Dalmatian.
The only thing that remained the same was his clothes frequently turning into tatters, landing him on the official blocklist of the logistics officer, “Grandpa Mengmeng.”
Each day, Mosen’s aura became more refined.
Dalmatian thought this was due to Mosen’s daily improvement in strength. In reality, only Mosen knew the valid reason.
He was becoming clearer about his path to strength. Mastering the Six Powers wasn’t the goal; the goal was to enhance his Devil Fruit ability. Daily high-intensity physical training was foundational, ensuring his Devil Fruit ability, swordsmanship, and Haki endurance.
Looking at the top combat forces in this sea, either their Devil Fruit abilities and Haki were developed to the extreme, like Katakuri, or their Devil Fruit abilities, physical skills, and Haki were all maxed out, like Whitebeard. Some, like the Admirals, had overpowering Logia abilities supplemented by physical skills and Haki. Others, like Zephyr and Garp, had perfected physical skills and Haki, while some, like Shanks and Mihawk, had exceptional swordsmanship.
Of course, anomalies like Big Mom and Kaido, who had monstrously strong bodies, were exceptions.
So, it’s clear that mastering Haki and having ample physical strength are essential no matter the path.
In some respects, the Six Powers developed by the World Government and the Navy are preparations for mastering Haki.
Mosen aimed to develop these three aspects: his Devil Fruit ability to ensure stronger bursts and more robust defense, even greater durability; his top-notch armor and observation haki to support his swordsmanship and make his attacks invincible.
As for Conqueror’s Haki, Mosen didn’t even think about it. It’s a joke for someone who, in his past life, worked tirelessly without daring to quit his job to awaken Conqueror’s Haki. That’s as realistic as a level-999 sword appearing in his hand.
Mosen’s aura became increasingly stable because he laid a solid foundation for his future path.
He didn’t need to wander or waste time; the road ahead was clear. He just needed to move forward, overcoming any obstacles along the way.
Once he fully developed Armament Haki, he might have a place in this vast sea in six months or a year or two.
Only then would he have the capital to roam freely.
For now, steady growth was the key. Patience now would lead to dominance later.
Three months passed gradually, and the graduation trial for the recruits was imminent. Mosen’s aura became less flashy and more profound, explosive only during combat. Even Dalmatian sometimes felt a strong sense of threat when sparring with him.
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While the recruits were preparing for the graduation trial, something happened on Minion Island in the North Blue.
A string-like birdcage encapsulated the island, which had a terraced structure with the highest peak in the middle.
Many empty rooms on the peak were engulfed in flames.
Inside the birdcage of white threads, many pirates, controlled by the threads, were killing each other.
Near a pile of treasure chests by the shore, a thirteen-year-old Trafalgar D. Water Law was crying inside an empty chest.
A weak Corazon, clad in a black feather coat, leaned against a wooden box outside the chest.
Opposite him stood the kingpin of the underworld, JOKER—Donquixote Doflamingo, in his signature pink feather coat and orange-red eyes.
Beside him were the highest-ranking officers of the Donquixote Family, who had severely wounded Corazon.
Corazon pointed a short gun at Doflamingo, a relieved smile on his bloodied face: “Navy code, 01746, Lieutenant Commander Rosinante of the Navy Headquarters. Captain of the Donquixote Family, Doflamingo, I infiltrated to stop the tragedies you caused. I am a marine.”
Ignoring the grim faces of the Donquixote Family members, Corazon—no, Rosinante—lightly knocked on the chest behind him with his head, a blissful smile on his face: “Sorry, I lied. I didn’t want to be someone you hated.”
The ambiguous statement had a double meaning, known only to him and Law. It was an apology for lying about not being a marine when Law had asked him.
Doflamingo stopped the others from speaking, his face twisted in anger as he questioned: “Stop with the pointless jokes. Answer me two questions: Where is the Ope Ope no Mi, and where is Law?”
“The Devil Fruit… Law has already eaten the Ope Ope no Mi. He is now a Devil Fruit user and has escaped the birdcage, protected by the Navy surveillance ship.”
Perhaps it was fate; as Rosinante finished speaking, Buffalo’s voice came from afar: “Young master, the Navy reports that they are protecting a boy.”
“Bang…”
In the end, Rosinante couldn’t shoot his only family member. Instead, Doflamingo, unbothered by such sentiments, shot Rosinante and prepared to chase Law after gathering the treasure.
Perhaps it was fate or Law’s luck, but Vice Admiral Tsuru arrived with her fleet.
In the ensuing chaos, Law escaped, with Rosinante barely clinging to life, sustained by his love for Law.
As the Donquixote Family fought Tsuru’s fleet, Rosinante smiled gently, looked at the sky, and whispered, “Go for freedom, Law!”
The snow fell heavier, quickly covering the area.
In the distance, Law’s small figure ran while sobbing uncontrollably. On Vice Admiral Tsuru’s ship, the wind blew back the hood of a protected boy, revealing half of his face and a distinctive mark on his chin—an X.
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Half a month before the graduation trial, all recruits were gathered together.
Today, an internal strength assessment was conducted based on the individual abilities of all recruits.
Afterward, they would set sail for their final practical training, which also served as the graduation trial.
The internal assessment had two parts: measuring Douriki values and pairing recruits with similar Douriki values for duels.
Multiple temporary arenas were set up on the training ground. In the center were five newly developed Douriki measuring robots from the research unit.
All the recruits were lined up in formation.
On one side of the training ground, many temporary stands were erected. These were for the fleet commanders of the rank of Rear Admiral or above who were not on duty.
As these commanders entered, the training ground erupted in cheers.
“Fleet Admiral Sengoku is here! Wow, that’s Vice Admiral Garp, my hero!”
“Whoa, that’s… Sakazuki and Borsalino, the monstrous Admiral candidates. They were the earliest batch of monstrous talents in our recruit camp.”
“Vice Admiral Dalmatian is at the back. This is amazing! I hope I can join Vice Admiral Garp’s fleet.”
“My goal is Fleet Admiral Sengoku!”
Standing at the front, Mosen was dazed, not seeing the person he most wanted to join—Aokiji’s crew.
What to do? Online, urgently waiting for advice.
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