Haki Training

That day, Noah became light.

A streak of light like a shooting star shot across the skies above the entire Elite Training Camp.

A full half hour later, he came running back in a huff from some unknown corner of Marine Headquarters.

Along the way, he drew plenty of bewildered and astonished looks.

"That's too much, Instructor Zephyr!"

"Do you know that if you'd used just a little more force, I would've fallen straight into the sea?"

When he saw Zephyr again, the man had sobered up considerably. Faced with Noah's complaints, he scratched his head and laughed. "Sorry, little Noah. I really did drink a bit too much just now and didn't control my strength properly..."

"But this also proves that your body is more than qualified!" Zephyr reassured him. "Don't worry. Since you're fine, we'll start training Hak—"

"I'm fine, but the house isn't."

"...What do you mean?"

"Vice Admiral Tsuru's house got smashed down by me. She told you to get it fixed before nightfall tonight. 'Otherwise, tell that guy to go die.' Those were her exact words."

Zephyr: "..."

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Nearby, Garp clutched his stomach and burst into gleeful laughter.

Noah gave him a pitying look.

"'That bastard Garp was there too, right? Why didn't he stop him? Tell him to get over here and help as well.' Those were Vice Admiral Tsuru's exact words too."

Garp's laughter abruptly stopped, like a goose being strangled by the neck.

In the end.

Zephyr shoved Garp off to repair the house, using the excuse that "you're more experienced with this sort of thing."

The old man's indignant protests echoed across the clearing.

Zephyr himself went to wash his face. Once he had fully sobered up, he began personally guiding Noah through the introductory stages of Haki training.