Black Soil Island, Sherman Port.
The once prosperous port town is now divided into two by a bottomless and terrifying abyss.
The broken earth, broken houses, and the dust that has not yet dispersed in the air silently tell the story of how tragic the earth-shattering war last night was.
"This is too exaggerated!"
When Awakening came, Usopp looked at the scene in front of him and opened his mouth so wide that he could fit an egg in it.
The earth was torn apart abruptly, which is beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.
On the main street of the town that was divided into two, a large number of people have spontaneously begun to clean up the rubble, trying to salvage usable belongings from the rubble.
"Hey!!"
Luffy rushed out of his room and shouted in the corridor, "Let's go help!"
Without waiting for Akira's order, the interns rushed out of the hotel on their own initiative and devoted themselves to the rescue and reconstruction work.
"SUPER! It's time to show off my super carpentry skills!"
Franky held his iconic airplane head and put his hands on his hips, attracting countless people's attention.
"Is that guy a pervert?" a resident whispered.
"Shut up! Didn't you see the navy mark on his body?" the person next to him quickly reminded.
Franky didn't care about the comments around him. He walked up to a group of townspeople who were worrying about how to clean a huge beam and grinned.
"Get out of the way! Look at me!"
He took a deep breath, raised the muscles of his arms, and actually lifted the huge beam that required the combined efforts of more than a dozen people to move with his bare hands, and threw it aside easily, causing the people around him to exclaim.
Franky walked to a relatively flat open space, ejected various tools from his huge robotic arm, and after a while of clanging and banging, a simple workbench was built on the spot.
He picked up a few relatively complete wooden boards from the ruins, divided them into pieces, and pieced together a sturdy table.
"Okay! Anyone who needs furniture repairs can come here!"
An old carpenter with gray hair walked forward and looked at Franky with doubt. "Brother, can you do this?"
"Old man, just watch it!"
Franky took a broken-legged chair from the old carpenter and took out a hammer and nails from behind with just one glance.
"Coup de Vent!"
He blew out a burst of air on his back and rushed towards a big tree not far away that was broken by the aftermath of the battle like a cannonball.
"Bang!"
Under everyone's astonished gaze, he knocked down a suitable piece of wood with his shoulder, and then another "Coup de Vent" flew back to the workbench.
Cutting, grinding, splicing.
The whole process went smoothly and was dizzyingly fast.
In less than a minute, a brand new chair leg was installed perfectly, with no trace of repairs visible.
The old carpenter stroked the smooth chair legs, tried to sit down again, shook his head and said, "Perfect, this is how it feels!"
Franky's powerful ability instantly conquered everyone present.
Children surrounded him, poking at his steel arms curiously, while women blushed and handed over clean towels and water.
When they learned that Franky was just a trainee navy, the public's love for him reached its peak.
"There are actually such great shipwrights in the navy!"
"Uuuuuuuuu, Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a navy, and be a handsome reformer like Franky!"
Many young people even said on the spot that they would sign up to join the army when the town was rebuilt.
Just then, a dozen black spots appeared on the sea level.
The black spots quickly enlarged, and they were more than a dozen huge warships flying navy flags!
Loaded with relief supplies, they slowly sailed into the temporarily opened port.
A Navy Rear Admiral stepped off the warship and broadcast to the whole island through Den Den Mushi: "Attention to all Black Soil Island people! By Akira Marshal ordered World Government to take full responsibility for the post-disaster reconstruction work! All damaged houses will be rebuilt with government funding! All people affected by the disaster will receive generous compensation!"
As soon as the news came out, the whole Black Soil Island was boiling.
The light of hope was rekindled in the eyes of the desperate people.
What made them even more unexpected was that the legendary Navy Marshal was rolling up his sleeves and moving wood with them on the construction site.
"Lord Marshal, why don't you..." A middle-aged man looked at Akira who was handing him a board next to him, and was so excited that he couldn't even finish his sentence.
Akira patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "Serving the people is one of the navy's obligations. Don't be stunned, come and help!"
This simple sentence brought tears to the eyes of all the people present.
Even Lord Marshal has done it himself, so what reason do they have for not working hard?
For a time, the atmosphere at the entire construction site reached its peak, with chants coming and going, full of energy.
On the other side, over the island separated by the abyss, several streaks of light were traveling rapidly.
The three brothers of the Vinsmoke Family are flying back and forth on both sides of the abyss in combat uniforms.
"Damn it, we are a noble royal family, why do we have to do such rough work?" Yonji complained as he sent a frightened and crying child to the other side.
"There is no way, whoever made Lord Marshal end up personally." Ichiji said expressionlessly, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the figure sweating in the crowd.
The education they had received since childhood was that royals should be at a high level and enjoy the service of the people.
But Akira's behavior completely subverted their understanding.
That man clearly has the power to destroy the world, but he is willing to bend down for a group of ant-like civilians.
"Hey! It's the heroes of Germa!"
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
When they transferred all the belongings of an old woman from the other side, the crowd on the ground burst into cheers.
This kind of heartfelt support and gratitude was something they had never experienced in Beihai.
In the past, people only saw them with fear and hatred.
Yonji The three brothers were stunned.
They looked at the sincere smiling faces below and listened to the shouts of heroes, and something in their hearts was quietly touched.
It turns out that this is how it feels to be respected by all people.
This feeling seems pretty good.
"Hmph, a group of mortals." Although Niji was disdainful, he flew faster and moved harder.
Of course, not everyone participated in the enthusiastic reconstruction.
Empress Hancock followed Akira throughout the whole process, sometimes handing him water, sometimes wiping sweat, and sometimes gently massaging his shoulders. This made countless young women around him envious of Akira.
Three days later.
With the concerted efforts of the Navy and the public, the reconstruction work of Sherman Port has begun to take shape.
The internship ship sets sail again.
"Oh oh oh! Let's go! What kind of adventure will the next stop be?" Luffy stood on the bow of the ship, facing the sea breeze, raising his arms excitedly, "Adventure King! I'm determined!"
At the stern of the boat, Zoro silently wiped his three knives, his eyes firmer than ever before.
He took a deep breath, walked up to Akira who was looking into the distance, and bowed deeply.
"Lord Marshal."
"What's the matter, Zoro?" Akira turned around and looked at him with a smile.
"I want to practice swordsmanship with you!" Zoro mustered up the greatest courage in his life, his eyes firm.
Akira smiled, "No need to worry."
"Your swordsmanship talent and foundation are very good. It is only a matter of time before you become a great swordsman. When you finish your internship and officially join the Navy, someone will guide you."
Zoro was stunned. "Who?"
"Dracule Mihawk, he is now the chief swordsman of Marine Headquarters, and he is responsible for guiding you young talents."
Zoro blinked.
Hawk Eyes?
If it were before, he would definitely have a huge reaction when he heard this name!
But after seeing the powerful strength of Akira and the terrifying sword that split the sky and the sea, he found that the code name Hawk Eyes was just that, ordinary.
He was silent for a moment, then shook his head, his eyes becoming firmer.
"Lord Marshal, once my goal was indeed to surpass him. But now, it's different."
Saying that, Zoro knelt down with a plop.
"My goal is to surpass you! Please accept me as your disciple!"
Looking at the stubborn Moss Head in front of him, Akira fell silent.
He could feel Zoro's unadulterated desire for the most powerful swordsmanship.
"That's all." Akira stretched out his hand to help him up, "During the internship, I will take the time to give you some advice."
Zoro was overjoyed when he heard this, stood up excitedly, and bowed solemnly again.
"Thank you Lord Marshal!"
"I won't let you down!"
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