Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Life in Foosha Village was as plain as a cup of plain water.
Kahn was three years old.
At three years old, his height already surpassed that of his peers by a full head.
His morning running distance increased from one lap around the village to ten laps.
The villagers had long since grown used to it.
Everyone would even casually shove freshly picked fruit into his hands.
Ace was three years old too.
This fellow was simply a public menace.
Mayor Slap's beard was half plucked out by him.
Countless wooden mugs in Makino's tavern were smashed to pieces by him.
Whenever Margaret was moved to tears of anger, Kahn would walk over.
He did not need to speak.
He only needed to punch the wooden wall next to Ace with a single blow.
A clear fist print would be left on the wooden board.
Ace would obediently shut his mouth.
Bloodline suppression sometimes could not compare to sheer strength.
On this day, the peace was shattered.
A dog-head warship docked at the port of Foosha Village.
Garp was back.
He wore that eye-catching marine coat of justice.
He carried two bags of rice crackers in his hand.
"Hahaha, my dear grandsons, did you miss Grandpa?"
Garp's booming voice could be heard from half a village away.
Ace was holding a branch and chasing stray dogs in the village.
Hearing this sound, he turned around and ran.
Garp strode over.
He grabbed the back of Ace's collar.
"You brat, what are you running for!"
Ace struggled with all his limbs.
"Let me go, you old bastard!"
Garp unceremoniously treated him to a Fist of Love.
A large bump swelled up on Ace's head.
It hurt so much that tears swirled in his eyes.
Kahn stood in the courtyard, quietly watching this scene.
Garp turned his head and looked at Kahn.
This kid's muscle lines were even more defined.
He stood there as steady as Mount Tai.
He looked nothing like a three-year-old brat.
"Kahn, pack your things."
Garp tossed the rice crackers in his hand to Makino.
"Grandpa is taking you guys to a good place."
Kahn did not ask where they were going.
He knew that the days on Mount Colubo were about to begin.
Garp carried a child in each hand and walked toward the depths of Mount Colubo.
The mountain road was rugged.
Weeds grew profusely.
The howls of beasts echoed through the forest.
Ace was a little scared.
He tightly grasped Garp's sleeve.
Kahn, however, looked around with great interest.
The air here was wilder than in the village.
He could sense the aura of those fierce beasts hiding in the dark.
This was an excellent training ground.
Halfway up the mountain, a dilapidated wooden house appeared before their eyes.
Garp raised his foot.
He kicked the wooden door open directly.
The wooden door let out a miserable cry, crashed to the ground, and shattered into several pieces.
The people inside the house were startled.
A plump woman with a head of orange curly hair stood up.
Curly Dadan.
The female boss of the Mount Colubo mountain bandit family.
A bounty of 7,800,000 Beli.
She held a notched machete in her hand.
After seeing clearly who had come, her hand trembled and the knife dropped to the ground.
"G... Garp-chuu-nak!"
Dadan's voice was trembling.
The few bandit lackeys behind her huddled together in fear.
Dogra and Magura both knelt directly on the ground.
Garp threw the two children in his hands onto the ground.
"Dadan, Grandpa brought you two new members."
Dadan looked at the two brats on the ground with a bitter expression.
"Vice Admiral Garp, our place is a bandit den, not a nursery!"
"And we really don't have any surplus food!"
Garp picked his nose.
He flicked away an indescribable object.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Then would it be better if Grandpa dragged you all into Impel Down, or executed you right on the spot?"
He flexed his wrists.
His joints made cracking sounds.
Dadan's cold sweat streamed down her forehead.
She knew the strength of this old monster all too well.
A bounty of 7,800,000 meant less than nothing in front of him.
"We'll raise them! We'll definitely raise them well!"
Dadan was on the verge of tears and could only grit her teeth and agree.
Garp clapped his hands with satisfaction.
"Good, if Grandpa finds out that you're starving them, Grandpa will flatten this mountain."
Having said that, Garp turned around and left.
He did not drag his feet at all.
The wooden house fell into a dead silence.
Dadan looked at the two brats before her, her head splitting with pain.
Ace unceremoniously glared at her.
"Hey, fat woman, I'm hungry, give me meat to eat."
Dadan's veins bulged with anger.
"You stinky brat, who are you calling fat woman!"
She just wanted to flare up.
Yet she saw Kahn beside her walking over.
Kahn did not speak.
He walked up to a huge wooden barrel in the corner of the wooden house.
This wooden barrel was filled with fresh water.
Usually used by the bandits to store water, it weighed at least two hundred jin.
Kahn reached out with both hands.
He grasped the rim of the barrel.
With a surge of strength in his arms.
The barrel was steadily lifted up by him.
The surface of the water did not even ripple much.
Dadan's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Dogra and Magura's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
How could this possibly be a three-year-old brat?
Kahn put the barrel down.
He turned his head to look at Dadan.
"I am not a picky eater, but I have a huge appetite."
"In exchange, I will help you hunt."
Dadan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She nodded frantically.
She suddenly felt that the one Vice Admiral Garp sent might not be trouble.
Rather, he was a little monster.
Life on Mount Colubo was much more interesting than in Foosha Village.
Kahn's daily training volume increased exponentially.
The beasts here became his best sparring partners.
Huge wild boars, fierce black bears, and cunning jungle wolves.
At first, he could only rely on agile footwork to dodge attacks.
Soon, however, he was able to go toe-to-toe with them using his fists.
Ace was not willing to be outdone either.
Although he did not have Kahn's freakish strength.
The ruthless streak deep in his bones made him act like a little wolf cub.
The two of them often returned to the wooden cabin covered in wounds.
Dadan cursed away while bandaging them up.
Even so, she still saved the best meat for them.
Bandits had feelings too.
Days passed by one by one.
Kahn discovered a strange thing.
His body was undergoing some unknown change.
At first, he thought it was his breathing technique making a breakthrough.
Gradually, though, he sensed that something was amiss.
The growth rate of his strength exceeded all common sense.
Even when he stopped training, his physical fitness steadily improved.
This improvement was traceable.
He found the pattern.
Sunlight.
As long as he stayed in the sunlight, he could feel a warm energy pouring into his body.
His skin greedily absorbed the light.
Nourished by this energy, his muscle fibers grew tougher.
His bone density kept increasing.
Even his vision and hearing imperceptibly grew sharper.
He could see the veins on leaves a hundred meters away.
He could hear the sound of earthworms crawling deep underground.
Kahn was somewhat dazed.
He could grow stronger just by sunbathing?
Wasn't this the setting for Superman from the next franchise over?
He was a transmigrator, carrying memories from his past life.
Yet he had never heard of this kind of physique in the One Piece world.
Could it be a cheat brought by his transmigration?
Kryptonian Physiology?
To verify this hypothesis, Kahn began a controlled experiment.
He hid in the dark wooden cabin for three consecutive days.
He only performed routine physical training.
The growth of his strength was extremely slow, nearly stagnating.
On the fourth day, he was stripped to the waist.
He ran up to the highest rock on Mount Colubo.
The midday sun was blazing.
He spread his arms and let the sunlight spill over his body.
That feeling was simply wonderful.
Every single cell cheered and leapt with joy.
All fatigue was swept away in an instant.
It felt as though a miniature nuclear reactor inside his body was slowly starting up.
He clenched his fists.
He threw a full-power punch at a giant boulder before him.
"Boom!"
A deep crack appeared on the surface of the boulder.
Fragments splattered everywhere.
Kahn looked at his own fist, his heart racing.
He had used no Haki whatsoever.
It was entirely pure physical strength.
This was somewhat terrifying.
Although the power system of the One Piece world was exaggerated, it still abided by basic principles.
Garp's Iron Fist was forged through decades of relentless, crazy tempering.
Kaido's monster physique was a combination of a Mythical Zoan fruit and Onis heritage.
As for him, all he needed was to sunbathe.
As long as there was sunlight, he would grow infinitely stronger.
There was no upper limit.
Having discovered this secret, Kahn changed his routine.
He was no longer restricted to practicing his breathing technique at night.
Daytime became his most precious time.
Like a sunflower, he chased after the footsteps of the sunlight.
The Dadan Family frequently witnessed a strange sight.
At high noon, everyone else hid in the shade of the trees to cool off.
Yet Kahn, bare-chested, lay flat on the most open patch of grass.
His eyes were closed, and his expression was serene.
"Is this brat's brain baked fried by the sun?"
Dogra wiped away his sweat and muttered under his breath.
Dadan slapped Dogra right on the back of his head.
"Shut up, what do you know."
"That is the cultivation method of the strong!"
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