Wang Shi Gets Beaten

"Hahaha, so you're that trash emperor who keeps starting wars? Seems you've got a bit of skill after all."

"Ah, wait, scratch that. Everyone just pretend you didn't hear a thing."

A burly old man dressed in a loud, floral-print casual shirt acted as if he'd just made a slip of the tongue, though his face wore an utterly indifferent, devil-may-care expression.

"Idiot! How could we possibly pretend we didn't hear that!"

Bogard, the adjutant, and the elite soldiers under his command retorted with helpless, exasperated expressions.

But they were already used to it.

After all, their superior, Garp, was the type of man who dared to curse and mock even the Celestial Dragons.

Let alone the emperor of the Goa Empire.

Wang Shi watched Garp with a blank expression, the Conqueror's Haki radiating from his body still erupting in a violent, chaotic frenzy.

"Still not stopping? You little brat!"

Garp shed his heartless, devil-may-care facade and looked at Wang Shi with genuine seriousness.

"..."

"I don't know how..."

Wang Shi stared fixedly at Fist Garp and spoke slowly.

"What!?"

Garp picked at his ear, eyes widening; he suspected Wang Shi was throwing a tantrum or trying to get back at him.

"I came here this time to ask for your guidance on the training and control of the Three-Color Haki."

"I heard Dragon is your son..."

Wang Shi said calmly, deliberately bringing up Dragon; his implication was clear.

"You want to learn from me? Hahaha~"

"That bastard Dragon really left me with a massive headache."

Garp looked at Wang Shi, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

Hearing Wang Shi propose terms actually put him at ease.

He had returned to Foosha Village this time precisely because he was worried that Wang Shi and the Goa Empire would retaliate against the village.

But now, it felt like things weren't quite as dire as they seemed.

If Wang Shi had intended to move against Foosha Village, he would have gone to the Goa Imperial Capital to teach this emperor a lesson and issue a warning.

But if he did that, the World Government would certainly intervene, and Sengoku would berate him, causing the situation to spiral out of control.

In the end, even his position as a Marine Vice Admiral might be in jeopardy.

Although he wasn't fond of this "War Emperor," he had no choice but to clean up the mess left by his rebellious son, Dragon.

"Are you going to teach me or not?"

Wang Shi had certainly come to Foosha Village fully prepared; Sengoku the Buddha had likely already gotten through to Garp via Den Den Mushi.

With Sengoku's warning in mind, Garp was even less inclined to act impulsively.

"Seeing as you're so trash at controlling your Conqueror's Haki, I suppose I can reluctantly point you in the right direction."

"Also, I heard that bastard Judge is coming to the East Blue. Don't you dare lose face for the East Blue."

"In the days before Judge arrives, I'm going to properly discipline... er, give you some special training!"

Garp clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking with a sharp pop, looking every bit like a man eager to use "special training" as an excuse to beat Wang Shi up.

A look of smug triumph was written all over his face.

He swung a fist at Wang Shi—a heavy, powerful blow that forced Wang Shi to retreat instantly, his Conqueror's Haki cutting off abruptly.

"Haha, look at that! Didn't the Conqueror's Haki stop just like that?"

"Looks like the special training needs to continue. Getting beaten up is the fastest way to improve."

Garp grinned broadly and, without another word, continued his pursuit.

He wore the smile of a man determined to beat Wang Shi until he was black and blue.

Wang Shi knew what Garp was thinking, but after a moment's hesitation, he abandoned the idea of using the Toki Toki no Mi's power to evade.

"If you can't teach me, the beatings I take and the injuries I sustain will be repaid to Foosha Village in another way."

Wang Shi blocked Garp's massive fist with both arms, only to be sent flying backward with a brutal impact.

The intense pain made Wang Shi's scalp tingle.

It hurt! It hurt too much!

"Hahaha, my Fist of Love is so effective that even Marine Admiral Aokiji says it's top-tier."

Garp didn't hold back as he began his "education of love" on Wang Shi, batting him around like a ball.

The sight left Bogard and the rest of the Marines drenched in cold sweat.

Vice Admiral Garp, please go a little easy on him.

After all, Foosha Village is the territory of His Majesty Wang Shi.

Zoro and the others watched Wang Shi being brutally beaten, stunned for a moment as they gulped down their saliva.

Is this instruction? This is a brutal beating, isn't it?

"Garp, have your adjutant instruct those two swordsmen; this is also a debt owed by Dragon!"

Wang Shi kept taking the hits, bruises appearing all over his body, and even a trail of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

"Heh-ha, Bogard, give those brats a good training session."

Garp was having a great time pummeling Wang Shi and gave the order offhandedly.

"Your Majesty!"

Saka looked at His Majesty Wang Shi, who was still looking out for their benefit even while being beaten, and tears of emotion welled up in his eyes.

Zoro's eyes were also filled with determination; he would certainly not let Wang Shi's painstaking efforts go to waste.

"Understood!"

Seeing that Wang Shi hadn't turned hostile despite being beaten, Bogard let out a sigh of relief.

It seems he is truly worthy of being an imperial emperor capable of awakening Conqueror's Haki; such spirit and resilience are truly admirable.

"I wonder if any of Vice Admiral Garp's subordinates are snipers who could spar with me."

Van Augur spoke up on his own initiative; to become stronger, one must learn to seek out opportunities for oneself.

"Baron Van Augur, we have sharpshooters here who can exchange pointers with you."

A naval officer immediately responded to Van Augur.

As Garp's men, these elite soldiers had picked up Garp's reckless personality, and there were plenty of arrogant marines who feared nothing under the sun.

"I couldn't ask for more."

Van Augur recovered his spirit, which had been shaken by the two bursts of Conqueror's Haki, and walked over with a firm stride.

"Heroic soldiers under the command of the Hero of the Marines, who will practice with this Baron? There are Belly rewards!"

Eric also slowly recovered. His eyes darted around, his experience showing as he decisively used profit to lure them in.

He had plenty of wealth anyway; he could certainly squeeze some real skills out of the people on this hero's warship.

"I'll do it, I'll do it! I just happen to be out of pocket money for drinks."

Sure enough, more naval officers responded to Eric than to Van Augur.

Accompanying an imperial baron for a few days of training and getting paid for it—it wasn't a bad deal at all.

By now, the news that the North Blue's Germa 66 legion had come to the East Blue to cause trouble for Wang Shi was practically common knowledge.

Wang Shi and these guys would likely be leaving in less than a week.

When the village chief Woop Slap, the tavern owner Makino, and the soldiers and villagers who had fainted began to wake up one after another, they saw Garp, Bogard, and the other marines bullying and beating the emperor and his party.

This nearly scared the village chief to death.

This is their emperor, how could Garp and the others dare to do this!!

It's over, it's all over; Foosha Village is finished.

Vice Admiral Garp couldn't stay in Foosha Village forever.

When the time came, the Goa Royal Family would only need to make a slight move, and Foosha Village would be doomed.

Makino was also frightened, her face turning pale.

Assaulting an emperor and a baron were both grave crimes.

There was also a straw-hat kid who had come down from Mt. Colubo, watching his grandfather's display of might in terror.

Grandpa's fists hitting that man were even fiercer than when he hit him; that must be incredibly painful!

Fifteen-year-old Straw Hat Luffy couldn't help but cover his head.

Over the past two days on the mountain, he had already been beaten black and blue by Garp's Fist of Love, and his heart was full of trauma.

He had thought he was quite good at taking a beating, but he hadn't expected this black-haired youth to be even more resilient than him.

To think he had been pummeled by Garp for so long without falling to the ground to beg or surrender.