Six Powers Explanation

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Under the blazing sun, P9's trainee members held their horse stances seriously, punching and retracting their fists in rhythm with the prescribed movements... This was the foundation of all foundations, something that had to be trained persistently.

Even someone as strong as Garp had flattened eight great mountains one punch at a time in order to hammer Chinjao's head flat.

Back then, Reg had only thought, Wow... so amazing, so persistent.

Now, all he felt was deep admiration... In a world where anything was possible, acquiring such physical skills required an unimaginable amount of effort, even if one was exceptionally gifted.

Joey, cradling a wooden sword in his arms, narrowed his eyes as he watched Reg at the edge of the group... This kid had the weakest Doriki among this batch.

Under normal circumstances... even those with Doriki above 600 had only a 70% pass rate. Anyone with less than 600 Doriki who applied for the assessment had already died beyond saving.

Yet an exception had appeared this time... Joey's gaze shifted to Jabra. This was a guy with unbelievably good luck.

It would have been one thing if a Devil Fruit had appeared on the island... but Colin had followed along too.

After observing him for the past seven days, Joey could not help but admire him in secret... Compared to the current Reg, the Colin of those days had been ridiculously weak.

Once the group training ended, Reg immediately entered "three heads and six arms" mode, multitasking like a juggler... Aside from training from six o'clock to one o'clock and sleeping only two hours, he spent his remaining fifteen hours in an abnormally busy state.

Lord Joey had been smiling much more often lately... all thanks to this brat.

After all, aside from the necessary knowledge, no one else would choose to spare even a glance at a book... With that time, they would rather let their highly tense bodies rest a little longer.

But Reg had no such problem... Books practically never left his hands.

He was like a sponge... tirelessly absorbing every drop of water he could take in. Even if he could not absorb it, he would force it in anyway.

Let me see the plan Colin made for you... you arrogant brat. You think you can take a shortcut?

Joey thought spitefully... Colin had left him dumbfounded back then, and now another one had come along who just would not go away. Each was more outrageous than the last.

"Alright... today's training ends here."

After giving his instructions, Joey left directly... Leading these brats through all sorts of basic training was boring to death.

But this kind of life... was truly comfortable. No fighting and killing, no scheming against one another. Here, he was the boss!!

"Reg, let's eat together!" The carefree Eileen was the first to invite him.

"Come on... Eileen, Reg is busy. Don't disturb him," the slightly chubby Fitz quickly covered for him.

"Ahem, ahem, exactly... Teacher Colin is waiting for Reg." The tall, skinny Ada grabbed Eileen and pulled her away.

"No... no... I want Reg!!" Eileen refused to give up, but she was still dragged away.

Reg waved awkwardly... Damn it, he was not some mascot, cute little boy, or puppy!!

After roaring inwardly for a while, Reg looked at Jabra. "I'll leave it to you. I'm heading straight to Teacher Colin's."

"No problem!"

Having been entrusted by Reg with the role of food deliveryman, Jabra took off running... He was starving.

"Yoiyoi... Reg, I want to come take a look after eating too!" Kumadori came over.

"Do whatever you want."

After everyone reached a unanimous agreement, Kumadori had been allowed to keep "Yoiyoi" as a verbal tic... but everything after that had to be normal.

After all, they had endured his mother's "singing" for several years... yet they could do nothing about her.

But her son was another matter... Mountain Hag raised her son freely.

At the top of the tower.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair... Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme..."

Following the song, Reg found Colin watering flowers amid a sea of blossoms.

Beneath the shade of a canopy woven from flowers and green leaves stood a white round table and ornate hollow-backed chairs. On top sat a set of exquisite tea utensils Reg had seen in his room before.

Although this place was filled with floral fragrance, fluttering butterflies, and hardworking bees... there was nowhere to train!!

"You're here. Sit down first... make your own tea." Colin continued his great flower-watering endeavor at an unhurried pace.

Reg's expression turned strange, but he could only sit down quietly... He would never do something as rude as interrupting someone else's enjoyment.

Holding a dumbbell engraved with "01" in his left hand, Reg took out a book with his right and assumed a horse stance beneath the table... This was all he could do for now.

"Haha..."

Seeing this, Colin could not help but laugh... but he did not try to stop Reg.

If he himself had been able to work this hard back then... perhaps he would already be in P0 now.

Then again, it was better not to go... The benefits there might have been better, but the work was not necessarily any easier.

A few minutes later, Colin finished indulging his wandering thoughts and sat across from Reg. "You can put the book down. Pick up the other dumbbell too."

Reg immediately complied... Colin knew his habits all too well.

"First, let's talk about the Six Powers." Colin began making tea.

"Mm."

Anticipation appeared in Reg's eyes... just how different would it be from his memories?

This kind of training method had never been recorded in any of the library's books.

To the World Government, the Six Powers were not particularly important, but they were not something just anyone could learn.

As Colin explained, Reg gradually gained a clear understanding of what he was about to learn:

"Shave," just as he remembered it: within 0.6 seconds, one had to stomp the ground more than ten times, using the explosive force of recoil to move at speeds most people's naked eyes could not catch.

"Finger Pistol" demanded an extremely high degree of control over the body... just as Kumadori had said: unify mind and intent, concentrate the strength of the entire body into the index finger, and thrust out at lightning speed. Its power rivaled a bullet's, easily piercing the human body, even steel.

"Iron Body" had requirements similar to Finger Pistol... except the strength within the body was gathered and used to harden every muscle, granting the body the hardness of steel. Ordinary bullets, blades, and swords could not inflict the slightest injury, though it had the drawback of preventing movement while in use.

If the body was strong enough, this drawback could be ignored.

"Tempest Kick" did not injure enemies through the kick itself, but by whipping up a "vacuum" to attack! Like a swordsman's sharp slash, it could remotely cut down an opponent.

The principle lay in the rapid contraction and extension of the leg muscles to create momentum, followed by kicking out with maximum force. Once the kick surpassed the speed of sound, it compressed the air before the leg and whipped up a "vacuum," sending out a sharp flying slash... this was also related to body control. The power and shape of the slash produced differed from person to person.

"Paper Art" involved relaxing the entire body and yielding to the changes in airflow caused by an opponent's movements... allowing one to evade any incoming attack at the very last instant!

"Moon Walk" was an advanced technique of "Shave."

Similar to Wudang's Ladder Cloud Leap, one kicked through the air while jumping, changing one's trajectory before falling... with this aerial movement technique, one could launch attacks from the air without leaving any blind spots.

Among the Six Powers, Shave, Tempest Kick, and Moon Walk were all related to the "legs," which was why those black gravity pants existed.

The other three techniques—Finger Pistol, Iron Body, and Paper Art—were all related to "meditation training."

Meditation, simply put, was the power of "listening"—listening to one's internal organs, blood, hair, bones, even cells... every sign of life within the body.

This distinction Colin had drawn between the two categories of the Six Powers was one of his shortcuts.

The three techniques led by Finger Pistol required the power of "listening"... with targeted training, as long as one's physical strength was sufficient, they could be mastered in little time.

The three techniques led by Shave required leg strength... Reg needed to raise his Doriki to 100 in the shortest possible time before he could barely wear the lowest-weight gravity pants.

Trying to wear them by force would only yield twice the effort for half the result... and might even affect his body's normal development.