Mosen

Mosen spent the next few days training.

In the mornings, he practiced drawing and sheathing his sword a thousand times each, as Michael had instructed.

In the afternoons, he honed his Armament Haki under Paddy's guidance.

Mosen kept busy in the evenings, too. In his previous life, he had worked in firefighting, a job that demanded good physical fitness. He had trained hard and learned about various methods of exercise.

Recently, Mosen had found that a short poem his tai chi teacher had made up to help students quickly calm their minds had helped him train his Observation Haki.

The poem's meaning was somewhat similar to "Don't get angry," though it flowed more smoothly. Its only purpose was to help people focus and calm down quickly.

It was like counting sheep when you couldn't sleep. The point was to keep your mind from wandering and focus only on counting. After counting for long enough, your brain would get bored and send out a signal resembling fatigue, helping you fall asleep quickly.

Just like in his previous life, Mosen only had to sit cross-legged and silently recite the poem for his attention to focus quickly and the distracting thoughts in his mind to disappear.

Using Observation Haki required something similar. You could only use it when you were relatively calm.

That made this state ideal for training his Observation Haki.

So every night, Mosen sat cross-legged for several hours and trained his Observation Haki.

Seeing Mosen train hard all day had spurred the other four on, at least a little.

After being locked up in Impel Down, the four of them had more or less given up on themselves. They spent each day in a daze. They didn't just avoid training; even moving felt exhausting.

But ever since they had met Mosen, their lives had changed a lot, especially Mia's.

Mia was only twenty. Before, after being locked up in Impel Down, she hadn't expected to ever get out alive. As far as she knew, no one had ever escaped Impel Down. On top of that, she had spent every day hungry and cold, hovering on the brink of death. She had long since lost hope for the future.

Now, though, her instincts told her that if she stuck with Mosen, she had a chance to leave Impel Down.

So Mia, who had almost been "dead" before, came back to life in an instant and started learning Armament Haki from Paddy, too.

Michael had probably been discouraged by Paddy. Besides teaching Mosen, he had started studying swordsmanship on his own.

Paddy quietly trained his Observation Haki. According to Mia, he was close to making a major breakthrough.

Ian was the only one who seemed unaffected. He was just as he had been before.

"Ian, everyone else is training hard. Why aren't you joining us?" Michael came over and asked.

"I'm different from you guys. Sniping is my specialty, and I can't practice without a gun," Ian replied casually.

"You could train your Haki! Observation Haki lets you lock onto enemies from a distance, and Armament Haki can be applied to bullets."

"I know all that, but what good would training do? I used to shoot with my right hand. Now my entire right arm is gone, so there's no point in training Haki," Ian said with a bitter smile.

"Who says there's no point? Growing back a severed arm isn't impossible. I know of two ways to restore one," Mosen said as he walked over.

At his words, Ian's eyes lit up. He looked at Mosen expectantly, hoping to hear some good news.

"Do you know Vegapunk?" Mosen asked.

"Of course. They say his technology is hundreds of years ahead of its time," Mia replied.

"When Vegapunk was young, he was the leader of a group of mad scientists called MADS. Many of its members were brilliant scientists. One of them was Vinsmoke Judge, who could clone a person using their Lineage Factor.

"In other words, Vinsmoke Judge could use your Lineage Factor to grow an arm exactly like your right one, Ian, and attach it to your stump. That would let you regrow your arm.

"That's the first method. The second is the Op-Op Fruit. It can create a special space where its user can attach someone else's arm to your stump without any side effects."

After hearing Mosen's explanation, Ian was visibly moved. "Cloning with Lineage Factors and the Op-Op Fruit? Mosen, thank you."

"You're thanking me too soon. Whether you'll even get out of Impel Down is still up in the air!"

"Heh! Warden, our freedom is all in your hands. As long as you get us out, we'll do anything you want. You could even make us your slaves, like the Celestial Dragons do," Mia said with a smile.

"I was thinking the same thing," Paddy said with a simple grin.

"Me too," Michael chimed in.

"And me! Me too!" Ian joined in eagerly.

"Give me a break! I'd never do anything like the Celestial Dragons." Mosen turned away and continued training.

At the same time, a warship slowly sailed into Marine Headquarters at Marineford.

"Tokikake, sorry to trouble you this time." On the warship's deck, a burly, short-haired middle-aged man in a Marine uniform—who didn't look particularly bright—clapped Tokikake on the shoulder.

"Mr. Garp, you've been away for so long this time. Marshal Kong and Sengoku are furious. Have you thought about how you'll deal with them?"

"Can't I just make something up? No need to worry so much," Garp said indifferently.

"Mr. Garp."

"Enough! Let's not talk about unpleasant things. Tokikake, what was the name of that kid you mentioned earlier?"

"His name is Carlos Mosen."

"Right, right! Carlos Mosen. If he really is as talented as you say, he's a rare find. It'd be a waste to leave him in Impel Down. I'll have a good talk with Marshal Kong and Sengoku later."

"But Mr. Garp, Mosen was sent to the Marines by your son. Wouldn't it be a little inappropriate for you to bring it up with Sengoku?"

### Today, my story made it to the second round of recommendations. I'd be grateful for your support. Thank you so much.