Luffy's Hell Training!
G-3 Marine Branch - Training Ground - Early Morning
As dawn broke and the thin mist lingered, the mournful cry of a certain boy echoed across the G-3 Branch's playground.
"Waaaaah--Grandpa!! I really can't run anymore!!"
Thirteen-year-old Monkey D. Luffy was covered in sweat, carrying two compressed iron balls that were taller than him, which were specially made by Garp, and walking with a look of utter despair.
There are white lines drawn around the playground, and he has already run 300 laps around the 3,000-meter track!
"What did you say? You can't run anymore?!"
"Bang--!"
The next second, Garp descended from the sky, stomped on the floor tiles beneath his feet, and lifted him up like a rag doll with one hand.
"Enough with the nonsense! The G-3 Branch doesn't tolerate useless people!"
Garp laughed heartily, his steps never faltering. "You think you can slack off just because you ate Mythical Zoan? I swam across the Calm Belt back in the day!"
Luffy struggled wildly in the air, and his face almost turned into a "human" shape. "Then you are a monster! I just ate the fish fruit! I am not a fish, grandpa!!"
Garp grinned. "Then you should be able to run even faster! Dried fish has a better texture!"
"This logic just doesn't make any sense!!"
The marines, instructors, and even the patrolling dogs nearby were practically bursting with laughter, and some of the new recruits had already secretly raised their phones to film the Den Den Mushi).
G-3 Branch · Canteen · Lunch Time
"Meatball--!"
As soon as the bell rang, Luffy like an arrow, yelling "Meat!" as he charged toward the huge, steaming mountain of Barbecue in the center of the cafeteria.
But the next second--
"Bang!!"
He was precisely intercepted mid-air!
Garp delivered a "Fist of Love - Gentle Flow" to his forehead, embedding him into the dining table and sending all the tableware flying!
"There are rules to eating!" Garp roared righteously, "G-3 Branch Regulations No. 37: No talking, grabbing food, or licking plates during meals!!"
Luffy curled up in a ball, covering his head, his voice trembling. "But Grandpa, you eat even louder than me, and you even spit out your food!!"
Garp stuffed rice balls into his mouth while mumbling, "What do you know! I'm a Vice Admiral, I have privileges!"
"Then I'll become Admiral! I'll forbid you from eating with your nose! I'll make you wash the dishes!!"
"Dream on!" Garp slammed another punch down. "You want a promotion before you've even finished your meal? You want to be Fleet Admiral, don't you?!"
The cafeteria Big Mom standing nearby was already laughing so hard she was wiping away tears, "This grandfather and grandson duo can turn the cafeteria into a stand-up comedy show!"
"The more miserably that Kikoku, the bigger his appetite will be; we'll need to prepare three more pots of meat."
Nighttime Armament Haki Training
Under the starry sky, the Training Ground was illuminated by nightlights, yet the atmosphere was heavier than ever before.
Garp sat cross-legged on the sidelines, picking his nose, his voice unusually serious. "Today I'll start teaching you the true Armament Haki —Outward Release: Flow."
Luffy, his entire body wrapped in bandages, his face bruised and swollen with bumps all over, raised his hand and asked, "Grandpa, I haven't finished learning the 'normal version' yet! Could you teach me something simpler first...?"
"Shut up! You're Mythical Zoan! Your physical resilience is off the charts!"
Garp slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the floor tiles. "If you're still practicing low-level techniques, I'll be ashamed of you!"
He stood up, and black, Haki slowly gathered in his right fist, as thick as ink, yet with a faint glow at the edges.
"Haki isn't about superficiality; it's about fluidity—"
"Like water, it clings to your arm, wraps around you, spreads, and finally releases!"
Garp suddenly threw a punch--
"Bang!!"
He clearly only threw a punch into the air, but the boulder dozens of meters in front of him instantly shattered, sending stone fragments flying like rain!
Luffy stared in disbelief, "That's...?!!"
Garp waved his hand. "Your Haki flows outwards, allowing you to unleash a 'Impact' attack. It can send you flying without even touching you, understand?"
"I get it!!" Luffy shouted.
"Good, now come on, let me hit you and see."
"Ha?!!"
"Stop talking nonsense! You'll learn after taking a couple of hits!" Garp threw a punch at him.
Luffy scrambled away, muttering, "This isn't teaching, it's murder!!"
Garp picked his nose. "Tsk, Roy didn't utter a sound or even flinch when he took that punch back then!"
Luffy instantly bristled. "Roy is a monster! I'm only 13 years old!!"
"Hmph, he was only ten years old when he got beaten up!"
Garp spat, his eyes narrowing. "Next step: Internal Destruction."
He pulled over a metal block, slammed his palm down on it, and a Haki rippled through the surface of the Tekkai. The next second—
"Click!!"
The entire piece of metal shattered into fragments from the inside, yet the surface remained almost undamaged!
"This is how Haki penetrates the outer shell and directly destroys the internal structure."
As Garp spoke, he pointed at Luffy, "You ate Mythical Zoan, your defense is ridiculously high, enemies will definitely use this move against you in the future."
You either need to learn how to fight back this way.
"Either you'll get your liver, heart, and lungs blown out."
Luffy's eyes nearly popped out of his head upon hearing this. "Explode... what is 'explode liver'?! It sounds incredibly painful!!"
Garp slapped him on the head. "Afraid of pain? You, Roy, were already able to pulverize a cannonball with Internal Destruction when you were twelve!"
"Grandpa, is Roy a person or a weapon?!"
Garp grinned. "Do you think he looks human?"
"... doesn't seem like it."
"Then you'd better keep practicing!!"
And so, in the darkness of the Training Ground, Luffy's dragon roar and screams, along with the explosive sounds of Garp's frenzied punches, once again resounded.
The following day is a "relaxation day".
Let's relax today and do some fun activities!
Garp smiled so broadly his eyes narrowed into slits, his tone incredibly friendly, but he pulled out a pair of gleaming Seastone Handcuffs from behind his back!
"Hehe, Grandpa has prepared a 'special relaxation experience' for you~"
Luffy was so frightened his dragon scales practically popped out. "Wait! You call this relaxing?!"
Ten minutes later
"Ahhh--I... I really can't take it anymore..."
Wearing Seastone Handcuffs, Luffy was lying on the training mat doing "one-finger push-ups," his muscles twitching and sweat dripping like a waterfall.
"Lower your center of gravity! Tighten your core! Focus your mind! Don't let your elbows shake!"
Garp, sitting next to him, was munching on Senbei while offering his comments, as if he were commenting on a warship calibration rather than a human.
"This was Roy's special instruction. He said that Mythical Zoan shouldn't rely too much on their abilities; they need to learn how to fight without using Devil Fruits first." Garp said, drinking tea and eating Senbei, looking completely self-righteous.
Luffy down Luffy's face as he pressed his lips to the ground and screamed, "Roy... Waaaa, you've ruined me..."
Nighttime in a corner of the Bedroom
The Bedroom was dimly lit, with only a sliver of silvery moonlight streaming in through the window.
Luffy lay sprawled on the bed, covered in pain relief patches, looking like an overused wind-up toy dragon, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Grandpa's so scary... Garp the Great Demon King..."
But in his daze, images of Ace's carefree smile, Zoro's back as he wielded his sword, Law's calm and ruthless demeanor, and Roy's face—always ready to intervene at crucial moments yet sporting an infuriatingly smug grin—flashed through his mind...
He chuckled softly.
"... Hmph, who's afraid of who?"
"Tomorrow... if I can hold out until noon without getting blown away, I'll consider myself a winner."
Outside the window, the sea breeze gently caressed the area, and the night at the G-3 Branch was calm and profound.
The next morning at the G-3 Branch Training Ground
Before dawn, the fog was still thick.
Garp yawned as he walked out of the barracks, a bag of meat buns in his hand. "That kid, if he doesn't get up soon, I'm going to drag him out..."
Suddenly, he stopped abruptly.
In the center of the Training Ground, 13-year-old Luffy, dressed in his training uniform and sporting sleepy dark circles under his eyes, was slowly practicing his Armament Haki technique.
His movements were meticulous, but his eyes were exceptionally serious.
Garp stood in the morning mist, took a bite of his meat bun, and a satisfied smile quietly appeared on his lips, "Hmph... this kid, he's got some potential."
He turned and left, his silhouette in the morning light radiating a pride that only "Grandpa" could understand.
The first rays of dawn appeared outside the window, and a sea breeze caressed my face.
But the journey of growth for this young man has only just begun.
"Future Marine Admirals will start by being beaten to the ground and then gritting their teeth and getting back up."