"Huff... huff... that really hurt..."
Ever since Dawn's strength had steadily increased, it had become rare for him to look this bedraggled. Baby-5, beside him, was even limp as a noodle. She had gone through Garp's training as well.
The News Bird flew against a blue backdrop as the salty sea breeze struck Dawn's face, soaking his hair with the sweat dripping down his cheeks and leaving it looking rather disheveled.
Bare-chested, Dawn's lean, explosively powerful muscles were now mottled with bruises. Sweat slid down his body like rain, and the immense amount he had lost left his lips somewhat dry.
"Give me some water." Dawn weakly waved to a nearby Marine soldier. The soldier, already prepared, brought the water to Dawn's lips. Baby-5 received the same treatment.
The surrounding soldiers watched the two of them order people around like servants, yet none of them felt dissatisfied. After all, everyone had witnessed their training along the way.
Dawn also had a military doctor accompanying him to apply medicine to injured areas he could not reach. Old Garp's fists were far too heavy; ordinary people simply could not endure them...
Although they had initially underestimated this officer who would lead them across the seas to capture pirates because of his age, they were now full of admiration for him. The Marines aboard the entire ship had become far more diligent in their training as well.
Of course, that was only because Garp was on board. Otherwise, exhausting their physical strength training aboard a warship during a voyage would practically be suicide.
And Garp's training was simply too insane. Baby-5's regimen, for instance, consisted of an overwhelming volume of exercise. Still, Dawn was relieved that despite how grueling it was, she had persevered.
Of course, that might have had something to do