Humiliation

Since she started venturing out to sea at the age of ten, Nami has protected herself all these years not because of the kindness of others, but because of her own decisiveness.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ma Qiao started writing down another passage, Nami suddenly turned her body to the side, and waves burst forth from the water that was above her waist, revealing a long, straight leg.

The seemingly powerless pink foot of the young girl suddenly slammed into the glass of the aquarium.

Bang!

Glass thicker than 15 millimeters shattered instantly.

Various seafood kept in the aquarium spewed out with the flow of water.

Ma Qiao quickly dodged to the side.

As a penguin with superpowers, he still holds the sea in awe.

Geoduck!

Just then, a large, round, sticky thing appeared in front of Ma Qiao.

Immediately afterwards, with a "pfft," a violent young woman squeezed her fingers tightly, and the geoduck instantly sprayed liquid into Ma Qiao's eyes.

"Goodbye, you lecher!"

Nami smiled smugly, and taking advantage of the opportunity, she raised her leg and kicked out with all her might towards the crotch of the despicable guy in front of her.

This series of moves is actually a variation of the three-hit combo of throwing lime, gouging out eyes, and kicking the groin.

Although it's just a low-class street trick, Nami has used it countless times over the years to escape danger and survive.

However...

State!

Nami felt as if the kick that should have landed on the man's most vulnerable spot had struck something indescribably hard, producing a dull thud as if it were solid.

The power of courage, second stage!

Terrifying!

The [Courage] skill, which was not as strong Tekkai, saved Ma Qiao's life, but even after wiping the liquid from his face, Ma Qiao couldn't manage a smile...

Who would believe it if I told you...

I, a dignified transmigrator, was actually thiefed by a Cat Burglar...

The next morning.

A sharp assembly whistle sounded.

Nami groggily woke up from her sleep, wanting to rub her eyes.

But then I felt a tightness on my wrist.

Her hands were already handcuffed behind her back to a railing.

Moreover, she had somehow ended up wearing a large white shirt.

"What am I doing...?"

Nami paused for a moment, then remembered her predicament.

"You're awake?"

"Pervert?"

Nami's heart tightened as she saw the guy who had captured her last night brushing his teeth in front of the waves.

"Don't have a long penis, or a short penis."

Ma Qiao spit out the foam from his mouth and rinsed it. "My name is Ma Qiao. You can call me Mr. Ma Qiao, just like those marines."

Following the direction Ma Qiao was pointing, Nami noticed that the marines had already gathered on the deck, led by the big guy who had foolishly gone fishing the night before, and were exercising.

These marines dressed slightly differently from ordinary marines.

Behind them, there was no word "justice," but rather a huge word "root."

Ma Qiao noticed Nami's confusion and explained with a smile, "Justice, of course, should be kept in your heart, not written on your back."

"Pah! They're just a bunch of lecherous scoundrels!"

Nami blushed and took a sip.

His body is practically branded with the word "root," what else could he be but a lecher?

They were still... last night

Um?

Something seems off!

"Didn't they drink all the beer in town last night, and... and call a lot of girls?"

Nami asked incredulously, "How were they able to...?"

She glanced up at the rising sun and accurately stated the time, "Why are they able to get up to train at 6:05 in the morning?"

"Haha, you're seriously underestimating the young guys at the Root Division!"

Ma Qiao laughed loudly, "This is nothing to them, and besides, they all returned to the ship to rest on time at midnight last night!"

Ma Qiao was not lying.

This group of rotten marines at Root Division, though once Nezumi astray by that trash Rat, became the worst of the worst.

In reality, they were all genuine elites from headquarters, selected with the highest standards when they enlisted.

These young people, in terms of both physical fitness and growth potential, are far superior to the ragtag troops from all over the world.

While the world of One Piece cannot escape the bloodline-based fatalism of Japanese manga, objectively speaking, there are still many examples of ordinary people gaining power through training.

Garp's two apprentices Koby and Bellemere, are typical examples.

Regardless of their words and actions, they certainly didn't have any bloodline advantage; they relied entirely on Garp's education and their own training.

The Root Division members are definitely much stronger physically than the janitors on pirate ships like Koby.

While Garen and Qiangsen are far from being comparable to Garp, it wouldn't be difficult to unleash their potential and develop them into cannon fodder-level naval soldiers for the Paramount War.

What kind of strength does it take to be used as cannon fodder in the Paramount War?

In a small brothel in the East Blue, a one-on-one fight is as easy as eating and drinking.

Of course, basic discipline is still necessary.

All the guys who didn't return to camp on time last night were punished by having to clean the toilets and were not allowed to eat for three days in a row.

The loud shouts of exercise startled a flock of seagulls in the distance.

Nami frowned and asked, "You... Ma Qiao, why aren't you training?"

"Exercise?"

Ma Qiao pulled out a large bento box filled with heart-shaped noodles, and took big gulps of beef broth with Shakushi. "You know, maintaining physical function requires a lot of sweat and hard work, and I prefer to train quietly where others can't see me. I'm a low-key person."

As he spoke, Ma Qiao shouted to someone in the distance who was repeatedly lifting a cast-iron cannon like a stone weight, "Garen, keep it up! One more round! Let me see where your limits are!"

Nami felt like something was off.

But the guy in front of me had an undeniably well-proportioned physique and bulging muscles.

Even that kick last night...

He might have even trained there!

Snort!

He really is a lecher!

"Huh? You got married?"

Nami suddenly noticed the dish in Ma Qiao's hand.

As a seasoned Cat Burglar, she could tell at a glance that the dish was made by a woman.

Moreover, this woman was cooking with love in her heart for her beloved.

"I can't believe a girl would like someone like you."

Nami pouted, then suddenly leaned closer and asked slyly, "Does she know you're messing around outside?"