The Mysterious Samurai's Intelligence!

In the New World, on a summer island covered in Sunflowers, a sea of golden yellow as far as the eye could see, the Oro Jackson was anchored on the calm shore. Apart from a dozen or so crew members who stayed behind to watch the ship, the main force of the Roger Pirates had already landed on the island to rest.

[Boom!--]

Suddenly, a chilling aura and furious roar erupted from the once tranquil depths of the island.

"It's that bastard again!!"

Roger, his eyes red and teeth clenched, stared at the handsome face on the newspaper. The next moment, he tore it to shreds with both hands.

"Admiral Candidate?" Rayleigh said softly, his face cold.

Meanwhile, Gaban and the rest of Roger Pirates's crew around them were also furious. The scene of Vidal killing Mulian and Langram in front of them that day was still vivid in their minds.

The Roger Pirates had sailed the seas for decades, and this was the first time anyone in their crew had died in battle, let alone two of them!

This directly led to an extremely somber atmosphere throughout the group, with everyone's eyes filled with sorrow and anger. To vent their near-extreme rage, they slaughtered the three pirate crews they encountered.

"One day I'll kill this bastard and avenge Mr. Mulian and the others!" Little Shanks, standing next to Rayleigh, shouted angrily, glaring at the shredded newspapers scattered on the ground.

"Huh? Seek revenge on such a terrifying guy? This..." Buggy hesitated, he didn't really want to provoke Vidal. "Shanks, he's already Admiral Candidate, Marine Admiral, you understand?!"

"So what? We'll grow up and become stronger!" Shanks scoffed.

At that moment, Rogers abruptly stood up, his mustache swaying violently, and said viciously, "I don't need you. Once we find the Laugh Tale, I'll settle the score with him myself! Even if he becomes Marine Admiral, he must die!"

"We'll go together then!" Gaban gripped his double axes tightly.

Roger, however, did not agree and remained silent.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, at the Marine Base in the Sabaody Archipelago, in the training room inside the wooden cabin, the indoor temperature was as stuffy as a sauna; an ordinary person entering would probably feel suffocated.

At the same time, there were also rhythmic, heavy panting sounds that made one's blood boil.

And the source of all this is Vidal, who was using equipment to train his upper body arm strength!

At this moment, he was shirtless, his reddened skin dripping with hot sweat like boiling water, and wisps of steam rising slowly with his movements. His muscles were heaving with difficulty, his chest heaving with each breath, and the huge steel weight behind him, weighing several tons, was rapidly rising and falling on the elevator.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Vidal was not alone. In the open space in front of him, a small manatee was also struggling to lift a smaller barbell, which was a training device specially prepared for it.

According to the established plan, 1 p. m. to 5 p. m. was the time for muscle training, so even the little manatee did not practice 'Black Arm Fist Technique' and 'Fish-Man Karate'.

This was Vidal's requirement, because he believed that regardless of the martial art, fundamental strength was the most important element.

"I must become stronger! I'm still too weak!"

While enduring the intense muscle soreness and nerve fatigue of his training, Vidal recalled the various opponents he had faced so far.

'World Destroyer Byrnndi World!'

"The Red the Aloof - Patrick Redfield!"

"Pluton Silvers Rayleigh!"

"Old Man of Time - The Zangjing!"

Every battle replayed in his mind like a high-definition movie, as did the streaks of black arrows that came from the sea, which he also feared.

The battle with the Zangjing gave him a clearer understanding of his own strength at that time.

As stated in today's World Economy News Paper, he's at the level of a 'Admiral Candidate,' and considering his battle with the Zangjing, he's roughly equivalent to a Yonko's first mate in the pirate world?

For example, there's the Gentleman from the Flying Pirates, or Gaban from the Roger Pirates. As for Rayleigh, he's the vice-captain, so he can't be compared to the former.

If he were to face Byrnndi World again now, he should be able to directly confront the opponent's hundredfold amplification state without having to resort to dragging things out and exhausting himself.

But that's not enough!

In this world, unless you reach the top level of strength, you are always at risk of being killed.

Conversely, once you reach the top level, even if you've just started, it will be difficult for the enemy to stop you, even if you encounter someone Whitebeard or Roger, and they're determined to escape.

Of course, this refers to a one-on-one situation.

[Thump!]

"Phew—" Vidal released the handle of the equipment, exhaled a long, hot breath, and laughed, "That's enough for now, it's five o'clock!"

"Wow!"

The little manatee was also exhausted; this kind of monotonous muscle training was far less interesting than practicing boxing and karate.

"Let's go take a bath and relax."

Vidal stood up, not in a hurry to use Photosynthetic Energy to restore his strength, because he was somewhat enjoying the feeling of muscle soreness, always feeling that this feeling made him more clearly aware that he was getting stronger.

"Wow!"

About ten minutes later, the man and the manatee, who had just finished a bath in the cabin's private bathroom, came out looking refreshed, letting the unique, damp sunlight of Sabaody shine on their faces.

Next, they will enter a parallel space where the little manatee will continue learning Fish-Man Karate, followed by his training against the Zangjing, honing his Haki through intense physical combat!

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and life began to settle into a rhythm.

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning, Vidal sat in the recliner that represented the base commander's position, reading important intelligence sent from headquarters, which detailed recent important events that had occurred in various locations.

The intelligence source is definitely Cipher Pol and his group. The Navy's intelligence department doesn't have that capability yet. Of course, if we're talking about espionage capabilities in the Sabaody Archipelago, they might be able to compete.

This intelligence was sent to all G-line branches and some important Marine Bases along the Grand Line approximately every week.

"The battle at G-3 is over. 'Golden Lion' Shiki was defeated by Garp? That's hardly an unexpected result."

"Sakazuki single-handedly burned five Flying Pirates' warships, causing them to lose at least three thousand men. That guy is ruthless."

Vidal continued reading.

Charlotte Katakuri, the second son of Big Mom, single-handedly suppressed 20,000 soldiers of the island kingdom of Yub, all because the king of that country secretly possessed the legendary seven-colored rainbow candy!

"This kid, judging by the time, should be eighteen this year. I wonder if his Observation Haki has reached the advanced level."

He was somewhat looking forward to the day when he could use his "Knowing the Past" to compete with the other party's "Future Sight."

"Huh?"

At that moment, Vidal suddenly saw even more interesting information at the very bottom of the intelligence report.

The Whitebeard Pirates have reappeared on the high seas, and a powerful Wano Country has appeared on the Moby Dick!