In the first half of the Grand Line, in a certain stretch of sea.
Bane's three-masted sailing ship was making its way through these waters.
On deck, Bane was doing push-ups. Unlike before, though, his training these past days had been the "enhanced version."
Surging gravity enveloped his entire body. Push-ups that had once been effortless for Bane now placed enormous strain on him. With every rise and fall, his arms trembled slightly, while the muscles across his body tensed as hard as steel.
He was bare from the waist up, and sweat had already soaked through the wooden deck beneath him. His trousers were drenched as well.
Naturally, the one creating this environment for Bane was Issho, who sat beneath the mast with his cane sword propped in his hand.
He was far more at ease, leaning on his sword with one hand while eating a wrap with the other, looking utterly carefree.
Still, the fact that he could apply such immense gravity without damaging the deck or affecting the ship's handling perhaps counted as a form of technical training as well.
The navigator, Miss Nami, dressed in a sexy bikini, walked past Bane with a glass of iced fruit juice in her hands.
After glancing at Bane's trembling arms and the sweat on the deck, she gave a soft snort. "You can't go on after just two hundred? How disappointing."
Bane did not respond to Nami. More accurately, he had grown used to it during this time.
Ever since she had seen him and Robin kissing without restraint in Alabasta, she had been constantly finding fault with him. Whether there was a reason or not, she always had to throw out a few barbs.
Of course, she was all bark and no bite. Every time Bane finished training,