These days, Jin An felt as though he were caught in a storm-lashed sea. In this vast, turbulent world, he fought every moment to grow stronger.
Whenever night fell, Garp and Jin An would spar on the ship's deck.
Jin An not only learned how to use Haki in combat, but also how to let every ripple of it flow freely through his body through meditation and deep communion with his inner self.
Every day, he pushed himself almost obsessively to strengthen his Observation Haki and, most importantly, his Conqueror's Haki.
This allowed him to predict the movements around him more precisely, even sensing subtle changes in the air.
His progress with Conqueror's Haki was plain to see as well.
Whenever he trained, Garp would watch quietly from the side, occasionally offering pointers.
He knew that Jin An's rapid progress had reached a critical threshold, and his ability to grasp things had begun to astonish him.
Now, Garp stood beside the railing with his arms folded across his chest, watching Jin An train intently a short distance away.
Moonlight spilled over Jin An, and a breeze gently stirred his hair. His shadow stretched across the deck, carrying a distinctive presence.
A complex look flickered in Garp's eyes, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
He knew that Jin An's mastery of Haki had reached the stage of a major leap forward. He even felt that Jin An's insight was beginning to surpass his own understanding.
Jin An slowly closed his eyes. His heartbeat synchronized with his breathing, and his awareness gradually expanded, as though the entire world had been condensed into a single point.
The "power" buried deep within him began to stir. As Garp had taught him, Haki was not brute force, but a profound form of control,