Mount Colubo.
In a dense forest, Sephiroth recalled his childlike Bat Clone. Looking at the three brothers still sprawled on the ground, he shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Seriously, you don't understand how to fight at all...
Otherwise, you wouldn't be this weak!"
Hearing someone call them weak, Ace immediately retorted indignantly.
"How could we not know how to fight? We're strong, okay!
The punks on Central Street can't even beat us!"
"Exactly! Because you spend all day fighting punks, everything you've learned is nothing but low-class street-fighting tricks. That's why your natural talent and potential have been buried!
If you underwent systematic professional training, your combat strength would at least double or triple!"
After resting for a while, Sabo wiped the shoeprints off his face, stood back up, and dusted off his clothes. He muttered softly,
"But no one usually teaches us that stuff..."
"That's why I'm here to train you now, isn't it?" Sephiroth said with a smile.
Luffy scratched his head and cautiously asked,
"Sephiroth, are you going to throw us into a bottomless abyss for training, or tie us to balloons and send us into the sky...?"
"I wouldn't do something that ridiculous, okay?" Sephiroth complained helplessly.
"But Grandpa trained me like that before..."
"..." ×2
Hearing that, Ace and Sabo immediately looked at Luffy with pity.
Was Luffy really Garp's biological grandson?
Was he sure he wasn't the son of Garp's enemy...!?
Sephiroth rubbed his forehead, full of exasperation.
"I only intend to teach you fighting techniques.
Of course, if you're willing to undergo systematic physical training, I can tailor that for you as well.
After all, fighting techniques only let you make the most of the strength you already have. Only systematic training can improve your physical condition.
Still, whether you train or