This Yasuo Was Incredibly Strong, Yet He Trained Excessively Hard

Late at night.

An open space outside the Foosha Village.

The Fukurou and wild beasts that roam at night were all trembling with fear.

A figure is lifting a huge rock and repeatedly performing horizontal squats.

After doing squats for a while, he tied a huge Tekkai to his knife and began practicing sword swings.

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9998.

9999.

10000!

After finally completing 10,000 weighted sword-swinging exercises, Zoro collapsed onto a haystack, utterly exhausted.

The night sky is so beautiful.

The stars are like a dream, like an illusion.

In a daze, Zoro seemed to see the girl's shadow among the stars.

"Kuina... wait for me! I will become stronger and become the world's greatest swordsman. I will make sure your name is heard even in heaven!"

Zoro's lips curled into a slight smile.

Kuina in the night sky also smiled.

Although he was extremely tired, Zoro felt very satisfied and fulfilled at this moment.

However, at that moment, the Big Bird Den Den Mushi next to it suddenly beeped.

[Just finished 100,000 frog jumps, next up is another 100,000 sit-ups. It feels so good to sweat, this is youth! -- Happy Wind Man]

"Hateful!"

Zoro's eyes widened as he looked at the top right corner of the screen.

It clearly shows that it is almost midnight.

"This is way too curly!"

Zoro used a new word he had learned from a kendo forum.

He didn't understand what roll was before, but now he finally had a deep understanding of the word.

At midnight, having just finished 100,000 frog jumps, do I have to do another 100,000 sit-ups?

This guy's training is way too reckless!

Is my body able to handle it?

Zoro raised his arm, which was covered in lactic acid, as if to swing it, but suddenly frowned.

It was only then that he realized he seemed to have recovered a little too quickly today...

The exhaustion that had almost torn my muscles apart has now subsided by more than half.

"It seems to be... the effect of the Sauce-Scented Bomb?"

Zoro took a gourd from his waist and seemed to be deep in thought.

Alcohol can make people forget their worries, pain, and fear.

Zoro already knew all this.

But can alcohol really speed up physical recovery?

"Keep training!"

Zoro shook his head, thinking he must be overthinking things.

"Yasuo is stronger than me, and his talent far surpasses mine, yet he still works so hard... I must work even harder to catch up!"

After gulping down a large mouthful of Sauce-Scented Bomb, Zoro picked up the massive boulder and continued his training.

Lifting stones, squatting, swinging swords...

Sweat and blood flowed together on the land, and Zoro's figure stood like a steadfast beacon in the darkness.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Zoro finally collapsed from exhaustion once more.

The wine gourd was finally empty.

Before his eyelids closed, Zoro saw Foosha Village at four in the morning...

At the same time.

On a large, not luxurious, but very comfortable bed in the bandits' hideout.

Yasuo, who had already set up a timed post to his WeChat Moments, was currently comfortably rolling over while hugging his panda plushie.

He smacked his lips and mumbled incomprehensible ramblings such as "I'll pick Yasuo, super safe," "Mistake, mistake," "Jungler, save me," "This game," "It's 3 PM," "Base exploded, no big deal," and so on.

Besides training fanatics like Zoro, people who stay up late at night are also scheming schemers.

The Goa Kingdom.

Royal Capital

Imperial Palace.

This palace, whose luxury rivals that of the Grand Line Alabasta, is illuminated by dazzling lights even at night, making it appear resplendent in gold.

In a corner of the palace, a spacious and comfortable bedroom welcomed its new owner just a month ago.

Otruk Stelly, Sabo's nominal younger brother.

Six months ago, Stelly became the prince consort of the Goa Kingdom by marrying Princess Sally Nandkanet, and was also the second in line to the throne.

Of course, under normal circumstances, this so-called second in line to the throne is only a legal possibility.

Because Stelly himself was the adopted son of Outlook III, Sabo's father, his marriage to the princess was a result of the Outlook Family's power and influence.

Moreover, the old king of the Goa Kingdom was in his prime and could play with seven or eight female slaves in one night.

Even if a commoner disturbs his interest, he can still be vigorous enough to personally brand their skin with a hot iron and enjoy the beautiful songs they sing as they scream in agony.

In short, good people don't live long, while wicked people live for a thousand years.

This old man looks like he still has another twenty or thirty years to live.

In addition, this old man had a son who almost perfectly inherited his tyranny and debauchery, and was even worse.

The old king was very fond of his son, praising him for having the air of a nobleman from the Mary Geoise Celestial Dragons.

The old king also had a daughter.

Princess Sally Nandcanette was no pushover either.

She was a tall, slender woman with long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pointed nose. She wore an orange-yellow dress with floral patterns and had feathers in her hair. (See picture)

However, at this moment she is secretly plotting something big with her husband.

That is, how to secretly kill her father and brother, and then let the throne fall to her husband, Otruck Stelly.

Compared to Sally Nandcanette, who was at least somewhat attractive, Stelly's looks were rather ordinary.

This guy is practically the opposite of Sabo; his entire art style is filled with the deep malice of the creator.

A round face paired with sausage lips and an orange bowl-cut hairstyle makes for a uniquely ugly look. (See picture)

"It's difficult, it's just too difficult."

Stelly scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, "Your father's security is so tight that it's hard for us to find an opportunity to make a move."

"There's no other way. They've done too many bad things, and they're afraid of being killed by those filthy peasants..."

Princess Sánde-Kanet shook her head.

Although she was a very "filial" daughter, to be honest, compared to her two fathers and brothers who always tried to emulate the Celestial Dragons, she was practically a saint.

"So, it really comes down to poison after all..."

Stelly scribbled in his notebook, "No, a big fire would definitely be safer..."

"Honey, don't be too hard on yourself."

Princess Carnet of South Germany stepped forward and draped a luxurious blanket over her husband.

"Get some rest. You need to escort that thing out of the city tomorrow. There can't be any mistakes, or you'll lose not only your throne, but even your noble title!"

"Heavenly Tribute..."

Stelly sighed, "If only we could become Celestial Dragons, then we could enjoy an endless supply of Heavenly Tribute every year."

With that, he locked the notebook filled with various assassination plans into a drawer, then got up and, together with his wife, called for servants to help them bathe and change.