Sabaody Archipelago, Marine base, inside a gym.
On the steel floor, Sephiroth stood upside down, bare-chested and wearing black athletic pants. Supporting himself on the ground with all ten fingers, he held a barbell aloft with his feet and performed push-ups, one after another.
Five enormous weight plates, each one and a half meters in diameter and twenty centimeters thick, were mounted on either side of the barbell.
As Sephiroth's physical strength grew increasingly formidable, conventional training had gradually lost its meaning for him due to the limitations of exercise equipment...
Even objects weighing twenty or thirty tons had now become mere tools for him to work out every few days and maintain his body at peak condition. They could no longer do much to raise his upper limit of strength!
In a sense, external limitations had pushed him into a peculiar bottleneck where his strength grew slowly.
Now, aside from using Butcher Blade to temper his Armament Haki, he figured the only way left to improve was to break through his limits in life-and-death battles while backed into a corner!
After all, the world's top powerhouses could not be forged through ordinary training...
Perhaps Kaido's fondness for suicide stemmed from realizing that normal methods could no longer improve his strength. Relying on the terrifying recovery abilities of a Mythical Zoan, he repeatedly courted death and challenged his limits, using it to draw out more of his body's potential!
Tap! Tap! Tap!...
The sound of high heels striking the floor rang out. Sephiroth raised his eyes slightly toward the gym entrance and saw a pair of long, snow-white legs.
The newcomer spoke to him in a teasing tone.
"Hehehe! Little brother Sephiroth, it's been so long. Did you miss me?"
Sephiroth did not answer. He suddenly exerted force with his