Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hahahaha! Not bad! Looks like you really haven't slacked off in your Iron Fist training. Now I can rest easy." Garp withdrew his sandbag-sized fist, patted Longinus's shoulder, which was covered in bumps, and said cheerfully.
"Thank you for Vice Admiral Garp's guidance!" Longinus said calmly, seemingly unconcerned by his new Buddha-like appearance.
Longinus knew very well that after catching Garp off guard and giving him a black eye last time, this day was bound to come sooner or later.
Besides, Garp hadn't lied. The profound "love" contained within that Iron Fist had indeed raised Longinus's use of conviction to another level.
Garp was undoubtedly a classic example of stick-based education, but as long as one could endure it, the gains would certainly help them grow rapidly.
"Major Longinus has really had it rough. Not many people can endure Vice Admiral Garp's instruction!" Borsalino said as he cast a sympathetic glance at Dragon. Longinus had been "trained" for only one day and was already in such a miserable state; it was hard to imagine how Dragon had survived it back then.
No wonder he had rarely come to the training camp. Anyone would be embarrassed walking around with a head full of bumps like that!
Kuzan and Sakazuki also looked at Dragon with silent sympathy. Dragon was so powerful; he must have endured far too much "love" for someone his age!
Dragon's mouth twitched, and he nearly failed to maintain his cold, godlike demeanor. If he said he had never suffered anything as miserable as Longinus back then, would those three idiots believe him?
"Bad news, bad news! Vice Admiral Garp, Vice Admiral Dragon..." A Marine Captain hurriedly burst through the door. The instant he saw Longinus, his breathing caught, and he nearly thought Admiral Sengoku had