Isn't Having Legs Enough?

"Hehehehe."

A burst of delighted chuckling echoed through the study, which spanned more than three hundred square meters.

Through Star Fate's surveillance function over Sea Star, Imu watched Garp, Shiki, Kaido, and the other sixteen admirals and senior admirals.

Their muscular bare chests were drenched in sweat as they struggled to run laps around the facility beneath the hazy purple light.

Borsalino's eyes had already begun to glaze over.

His body swayed unsteadily. Rather than running, he was more like dragging himself forward.

Fortunately, he was also a Haki-trained powerhouse, and his willpower remained remarkably resilient.

Clearly.

With all supernatural abilities, including Haki, forbidden.

Ten times gravity was still an immensely oppressive and extreme environment even for these "highest combat powers."

One had to know.

When a certain Saiyan had first arrived on a planet with ten times gravity, he had been unable even to walk normally.

He had even failed to catch an ordinary Monkey, then collapsed from exhaustion not long afterward.

Gravity training and weight training might have looked similar, but they were not the same thing.

The former used a gravitational field to exert a comprehensive effect inside and outside the body, including the brain, internal organs, blood, bones, heart, and even the surrounding air.

The latter amounted at most to lifting weights or wearing weighted equipment.

In terms of training efficiency, the two simply could not be compared.

As for whether gravity training was scientific or reasonable, it was scientific and reasonable in this world, and Vegapunk had approved of it as well.

However, the one who had thought of using Issho's Press-Press Fruit to create gravitational field equipment.

Was, of course, the well-informed Imu.

When Issho had volunteered to challenge the Paramount War, Imu had already considered the value of his abilities for Physical Arts