Training

After his shower, Gray felt completely refreshed and invigorated.

The smell of vomit in the room was truly indescribable, so he opened the windows and grabbed a mop to clean it up.

In just ten minutes, everything was back to being spotless, and as the sunlight streamed in, his mood improved significantly.

Once the room was clean, he rubbed his growling stomach and headed to the cafeteria next door.

"Yo! Little Gray, you're awake!" Jora was still sitting in her usual spot, admiring her own art. When she saw Gray enter, she looked at him with a teasing expression.

"Last night, our little Gray was quite the man!"

Gray scratched his head and offered a sheepish, polite grin. "Heh heh!"

The most awkward part of drinking was having someone help you relive the memories. Gray didn't know what else to do, so he tried to shift the focus. "Auntie Jora, I'm starving!"

Jora rolled her eyes at him; she wasn't about to be swayed by such a low-level diversion. "I kept some food warm for you in the kitchen!"

"Same old rules: clean up after yourself when you're done!"

"Got it, thanks Auntie Jora!" Gray took the food out and began to enjoy it without ceremony.

That was the best thing about the Donquixote Family; every meal was guaranteed to include Sea King meat, making their diet the most nutritious possible.

"Ah, the feeling of being full—so comfortable!" After wiping the grease from his mouth with a napkin, Gray quickly cleaned his bowl and chopsticks and put them away in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Gray shook the water droplets off his hands and called out to Jora, "Auntie Jora, I'm going to train!"

Jora waved him off dismissively, lost in her own indescribable art. "Hi-hi!"

Art was the power granted by the Art-Art Fruit Jora had consumed, which was also the reason she studied art every day.

To be honest, in Gray's opinion, regardless of how her Art-Art Fruit ability worked, he found it hard to describe the artistic merit of the paintings Jora actually produced.

Her paintings were just like the works of those famous artists from his past life—a few haphazardly smeared lines that no normal person could possibly identify as art.

However, even if Gray didn't understand it, he respected it.

Besides, if he were to actually say something, it would likely lead to an argument and earn him the resentment of Jora, who managed the cafeteria—hardly worth the trouble.

Gray never bothered with such thankless tasks.

"Alright! Today's effort—begins!"

Snap.

He coolly snapped his fingers, activating his Devil Fruit ability to apply one-times gravity to his body.

"Ugh!" There was a moment of discomfort, but his Blood Bull Physique quickly allowed him to adapt.

Even in a child's body, the unique Blood Bull Physique, combined with the physical enhancements from his Devil Fruit, meant that one-times gravity was exactly at the limit of what Gray could currently handle.

Of course, this was only his limit within a normal and safe range. If he added any more gravity, while his body might hold up, his internal organs would not be able to withstand the pressure.

"With this Gravity Cheat, I don't need any auxiliary training equipment. I can live in a high-gravity environment 24 hours a day. Let's see if I don't work you all into the ground!"

Gray called the Gravity Cheat his "lazy man's cheat." Since he didn't want to move around much, he was extremely satisfied with this ability.

"Zehahahaha! From now on, you old geezers better watch out!"

"With this power, you're all going to be my loot drops!"

"Beating up the nursing home—not impossible."

"Heh heh heh." With his gravity field active, Gray headed toward his room in high spirits.

Now that he was free and had nothing to do, he planned to draw up the blueprints for his shuriken and have the family's logistics team forge them.

After all, the Meteor was his only means of attack for now, so he had to take it seriously.

However, despite his best efforts, the blueprints he drew were nothing to write home about; the crooked, slanted lines could only barely be identified as a circular throwing weapon.

Gray: ...

Looking at his own blueprints, Gray, who had just been mocking Jora's art in his head, felt quite embarrassed.

"Forget it, this will have to do."

"I'll just explain it to the blacksmith when the time comes." Clutching the strange drawings, he headed out to find the underling who helped feed the Shark Chili.

There was no need to bother Trebol with such trivial matters.

Although this was only a branch base for the Donquixote Family, there were still nearly a hundred underlings handling the family's logistics.

Aside from the port, they lived in the area behind the training grounds.

The port area was for the sailors responsible for unloading cargo and the guards, while the area behind it housed the personnel who assisted Trebol with logistics.

Gray arrived at the logistics department and spent a great deal of effort explaining the shuriken blueprints to an underling. Once he was finished and about to leave, he suddenly spotted something good.

"Hey, Gray! Why are you in a wheelchair? You injured your head, not your legs!"

"Could it be... you've got a bump on your head?" The drinking contest from last night was still fresh in his mind, and Trebol continued his sharp-tongued remarks.

"Pah! What do you know?" Gray rolled his eyes at him. "I've just come down with a disease that prevents me from walking!"

Of course, this was merely an excuse for Gray; what he was truly thinking about was—elegance!

During a battle, to resolve the conflict while sitting in a wheelchair with a mere wave of his hand, and then turning to leave with a cold, detached expression.

Wouldn't that be stylish, handsome, and elegant?

After all, Lady Gray once said: Elegance is never out of style!

Trebol: ...

"Hey, hey! How come I've never heard of this disease?"

"That's just your ignorance; this illness is known as Usopp Disease!" Ignoring Trebol further, Gray used his Devil Fruit ability to rotate the wheelchair while maintaining the operation of his gravity field.

That's right, Gray had simply thought of a better way to train; it wasn't actually just for the sake of elegance.

Doing this was to train his ability to multitask.

In Gray's vision, his future battles would basically all be aerial combat, using his own advantages to strike at his opponents' weaknesses.

In this world, although Moonwalk allows for aerial combat, Moonwalk is not true flight after all, and its stamina consumption cannot compare to Gray's flight.

When in a state of flight, the rotating force field possesses a certain degree of inertia. Gray only needs to dedicate a small portion of his focus and a minimal amount of stamina to ensure worry-free flight in the air.

However, while fighting in the air reduces the drain on his focus, it still ties up a portion of his mental energy.

Controlling the rotation of the force field, using Observation Haki to dodge enemy attacks, imbuing his own attacks with Armament Haki, and performing mental calculations—all of these require mental processing.

Before his mental will becomes stronger, his total mental capacity is limited. If he cannot split his focus into two, three, or even more tasks, what would he do if he couldn't handle the battle?

Fortunately, this world has a certain foundation for the strengthening and training of the will.

Aside from Conqueror's Haki, the skill that best utilizes the will is Life Return.

Life Return involves pouring one's own will into the body's cells, thereby controlling the corresponding organs and enhancing their inherent abilities.

Not only that, but the Life Return skill also allows a person to consume massive amounts of food to accelerate the recovery of stamina and injuries; it is a must-have ability for peak powerhouses.

If you like this, please help by keeping up with the latest chapters; after all, to get recommended, I need some decent stats.

It's best not to let the chapters pile up; I beg you, what if the book dies from neglect!

The author bows 360° in supplication!

Finally, thanks to "The Girl Was Given Homework by Three Teachers," "Brain Clot Can't Be Stopped," "Young Master Night Lingers," "Young Master Ling Chi," and others for their 100-coin tips.