Fist Bone Training, Joining the Training Camp

Just like that...

Amid the uproar at Marine Headquarters, a piece of gossip spread throughout the entire Navy.

"Have you heard? A young officer has arrived at Marine Headquarters."

"Really? Was he transferred from some branch?"

"No!!! I heard he's only six years old, and he skipped all those enlisted ranks right from the start..."

"You're kidding!!!"

Amid all the commotion outside, Austin, a newcomer specially recruited by the Navy's upper ranks, skipped over a whole string of ranks and was promoted straight to the terrifying...

Chief Petty Officer!!!

No matter how envious those soldiers were, Austin himself was far from satisfied with it. What kind of title was that...

Chief Petty Officer Austin?

He would rather have no rank at all.

Hiding in the kitchen and stuffing himself senseless, Austin brooded with a gloomy expression. He turned his frustration into appetite, his tiny body swelling like a bottomless pit.

Steam continuously rose from his body, yet there was not an ounce of excess fat on him.

Just then, an exceptionally loud voice came from outside.

"Hey!!! Brat, get out here and train!!!"

"Oh?!!!"

Upon hearing that, Austin immediately tossed aside the meat bone and milk in his hands and ran outside.

The moment he stepped through the door—

Bang—!!!

A huge bump rose on Austin's head, slowly smoking as Garp carried his little body toward a beach.

The Marines along the way could not help exchanging glances at the sight.

Bastard...

He had clearly half-transformed the top of his head after sensing Garp, yet it still hurt this much.

If Austin had ever seen Conqueror's Haki before, he would have suspected that punch had definitely been infused with some.

"What are you doing, you old bastard!!!"

Austin struggled nonstop, even extending his dragon tail to trip Garp flat on