That day.
It was destined to be a day that left many people unable to sleep through the night.
The next day.
Kuri.
Kaido grinned. "Wororororo—are you all ready to train under me!?"
Kuma: "I'm ready!"
Jin: "I want to become as strong as Big Brother Ares!"
Ivankov: "I want to learn some fighting techniques so I can protect myself!"
Ginny: "I don't want to become their burden! I want to learn too!"
"..."
It wasn't just them. There were also quite a few children who had once been slaves in God Valley.
There were more than a hundred of them.
"Excellent!" Kaido roared with satisfaction, then immediately had someone bring over a cartload of "wooden sticks."
"Come on, come on, one for each of you. No taking extras!"
After the wooden sticks had been handed out, Alber Jin suddenly had a bad feeling. He had heard the legends about Ares back on Hachinosu Island...
Soon.
Kaido confirmed what he had been thinking. "Next, what you have to do is use this wooden stick to beat your own body!"
"What?!" Ivankov exclaimed. "Use... use this wooden stick to beat our bodies? Are you serious? We'll get hurt training like this."
Ginny looked troubled. "Do... do I have to do this too!?"
She was still just a delicate little girl.
This training method...
Wasn't it a little too extreme!?
Kaido grinned. "Wororororo—I'm telling you, only by training more, sweating more, and bleeding more in your daily practice can you preserve your lives on the battlefield and survive!!"
"Compared to staying alive, compared to being an honorable person, what does this little bit of pain amount to!?"
Kaido glared with his huge bell-like eyes and said sternly, "Big Brother Ares trained like this when he was very young. Wooden sticks are only