Fake Alcohol Harms People

"You want to start training Haki?"

After hearing Noah explain why he had come, Zephyr was stunned, and the alcohol haze cleared from his head quite a bit.

"Yes, Teacher."

Noah nodded. "I've already mastered the Six Powers, but I still feel my strength isn't quite enough. My swordsmanship won't improve anytime soon either, so I can only look for a solution in this area."

"That's not what I mean..."

Zephyr patted his somewhat woozy head and said with a headache, "What I mean is, Haki isn't something you can start training just because you want to. Armament Haki places great demands on the body. It's not time yet. How long have you even been in camp?"

A teenager was still a teenager. A little praise, and he got carried away.

Even if he had the makings of an admiral, he still needed to take things one solid step at a time when it came to physical training. How could he aim so high?

"Almost a year, Teacher." Noah shrugged. "But I think my physical strength is already sufficient. If you don't believe me, feel free to test me however you like."

"Oh? So confident?"

Zephyr glanced at Noah. He knew his student was not the type to lie. Since Noah dared to say that, he probably had some confidence in it.

"Fine. Come with me."

After thinking it over, he got to his feet, only to stumble after taking just a few steps.

Beside him, Garp drunkenly stood up to support him, but before he could even touch Zephyr's shoulder, he crashed down in a flat-ground fall himself.

What the hell? An admiral-level fighter had that little alcohol tolerance?

Noah grumbled inwardly. It was not until he glanced at the huge bottle on the dining table and saw the