Growing Stronger Without Limit Just by Sunbathing—Dadan Was Stunned!

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Life in Foosha Village was as plain as a cup of boiled water.

Kahn was three years old.

At three, he was already a head taller than children his age.

His morning run had increased from one lap around the village to ten.

The villagers had long since stopped finding it strange.

They would even casually stuff freshly picked fruit into his hands.

Ace was three years old as well.

That guy was practically a little demon king.

He had pulled out half of Village Chief Slap's beard.

He had smashed who knew how many wooden cups in Makino's tavern.

Whenever Margaret was angered to tears, Kahn would walk over.

He did not need to say anything.

All it took was one punch against the wooden wall beside Ace.

A clear fist mark would be left in the boards.

Ace would obediently shut up.

Sometimes, bloodline suppression could not compare to raw strength.

Then one day, the peace was broken.

A Dog-Head Warship docked at Foosha Village's harbor.

Garp had returned.

He wore that flashy Marine coat of justice.

He carried two bags of rice crackers in his hands.

"Hahaha! My grandsons, did you miss your grandpa?!"

Garp's booming voice could be heard across half the village.

Ace had been chasing one of the village's stray dogs with a branch.

The moment he heard that voice, he turned and ran.

Garp strode over in long, powerful steps.

He grabbed Ace by the back of his collar.

"Brat, what are you running for?!"

Ace struggled with all four limbs.

"Let go of me, you stinking old man!"

Garp showed him no mercy and gave him a Fist of Love.

A huge lump rose on Ace's head.

His eyes watered from the pain.

Kahn stood in the yard, quietly watching the scene.

Garp turned to look at Kahn.

The brat's muscles had become even more defined.

He stood there as steady as a mountain.

He did not look like a three-year-old child at all.

"Kahn, pack your things."

Garp tossed the rice crackers in his hand to Makino.

"Old man's taking you somewhere nice."

Kahn did not ask where they were going.

He knew that his days on Mount Colubo were about to begin.

Garp carried one child in each hand and headed deep into Mount Colubo.

The mountain path was rugged.

Weeds grew everywhere.

The howls of wild beasts echoed through the forest.

Ace was a little scared.

He clutched Garp's sleeve tightly.

But Kahn eagerly looked around.

The air here was wilder than in the village.

He could sense the auras of fierce beasts hidden in the darkness.

This was a perfect training ground.

Halfway up the mountain, a dilapidated wooden cabin came into view.

Garp raised his foot.

He kicked the wooden door open.

The door let out a miserable creak before smashing into the ground and breaking into several pieces.

The people inside jumped in fright.

A plump woman with curly orange hair stood up.

Curly Dadan.

The female leader of Mount Colubo's bandit family.

Her bounty was 7.8 million Beli.

She held a chipped machete in her hand.

When she saw who had arrived, her hand trembled, and the blade fell to the floor.

"V-Vice Admiral Garp!"

Dadan's voice trembled.

The bandit lackeys behind her huddled together in terror.

Dogra and Magura dropped straight to their knees.

Garp tossed the two children in his hands onto the ground.

"Dadan, old man brought you two new members."

Dadan looked at the two little brats on the ground, her face full of bitterness.

"Vice Admiral Garp, this is a bandit den, not a daycare!"

"Besides, we really don't have any extra food!"

Garp picked his nose.

Then he flicked away an indescribable clump.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Then should old man send you to Impel Down, or execute you on the spot?"

He rolled his wrists.

His knuckles crackled.

Cold sweat streamed down Dadan's forehead.

She knew all too well how powerful this old monster was.

A bounty of 7.8 million meant less than nothing before him.

"We'll raise them! We'll definitely raise them properly!"

Dadan looked like she was about to cry, but she could only grit her teeth and agree.

Garp clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Good. If old man finds out you've let them go hungry, old man will flatten this mountain."

With that, Garp turned and left.

He did not linger for even a moment.

A deathly silence fell over the wooden cabin.

Dadan looked at the two little brats before her, and her head throbbed.

Ace glared at her without the slightest politeness.

"Hey, fat woman, I'm hungry. Give me meat."

Veins bulged on Dadan's forehead in fury.

"Brat, who are you calling a fat woman?!"

She was just about to lose her temper.

Then she saw Kahn walk over beside her.

Kahn did not say anything.

He walked to a huge wooden barrel in the corner of the cabin.

The barrel was filled with clean water.

The bandits usually used it to store water, and it weighed at least two hundred pounds.

Kahn stretched out his hands.

He gripped the edge of the barrel.

His arms exerted force.

The barrel rose steadily into the air.

The water's surface did not even ripple much.

Dadan's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

Dogra and Magura's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How could this possibly be a three-year-old child?

Kahn set the barrel down.

Then he turned to Dadan.

"I'm not picky, but I eat a lot."

"In exchange, I'll help you hunt."

Dadan swallowed.

Then she nodded frantically.

She suddenly felt that what Vice Admiral Garp had sent her might not be trouble.

It might be a little monster.

Life on Mount Colubo was far more interesting than life in Foosha Village.

Kahn's daily training volume multiplied.

The wild beasts here became his best sparring partners.

Massive boars, savage black bears, cunning jungle wolves.

At first, he could only rely on nimble footwork to evade their attacks.

But before long, he could trade blows with them head-on using his fists.

Ace refused to be outdone.

Although he did not possess Kahn's monstrous strength.

The ferocity in his bones made him like a little wild wolf.

The two often returned to the cabin covered in injuries.

Dadan cursed while bandaging them.

But she still saved the best meat for them.

Bandits had feelings too.

The days passed one after another.

Kahn discovered something strange.

His body was undergoing some unknown change.

At first, he thought his breathing method had made a breakthrough.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

The rate at which his strength increased defied common sense.

Even if he stopped training, his physical abilities steadily improved.

There was a pattern to this improvement.

He found the rule.

Sunlight.

As long as he stayed beneath the sun, he could feel a warm energy flowing into his body.

His skin greedily absorbed the light.

His muscle fibers became tougher under the nourishment of that energy.

His bone density continued to increase.

Even his vision and hearing quietly became sharper.

He could see the veins on leaves a hundred meters away.

He could hear earthworms crawling deep beneath the ground.

Kahn was a little dumbfounded.

He could grow stronger just by sunbathing?

Wasn't this the setup for Superman from the studio next door?

He was a transmigrator, carrying memories from his previous life.

But he had never heard of such a physique existing in the world of One Piece.

Could this be the golden finger brought by transmigration?

Kryptonian Physiology?

To verify this guess, Kahn began conducting comparative experiments.

For three consecutive days, he hid inside the dark wooden cabin.

He only carried out routine physical training.

The increase in strength was extremely slow, almost stagnant.

On the fourth day, he went bare-chested.

He ran to the highest rock on Mount Colubo.

The midday sun was scorching.

He spread his arms and let the sunlight pour over his body.

The sensation was wonderfully strange.

Every cell in his body seemed to be cheering with joy.

His fatigue was swept away.

It felt as though a miniature nuclear reactor inside him was slowly starting up.

He clenched his fist.

Then he threw a full-force punch at a huge boulder before him.

"Boom!"

A deep crack appeared across the boulder's surface.

Fragments flew everywhere.

Kahn looked at his fist, his heartbeat quickening.

He had not used any Haki.

It was entirely pure physical strength.

That was a little terrifying.

Though the power system of One Piece was exaggerated, it still had to follow basic rules.

Garp's Iron Fist had been forged through decades of relentless, insane training.

Kaido's monstrous body was the combination of a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit and Oni bloodline.

But he only needed to bask in the sun.

As long as there was sunlight, he could grow infinitely stronger.

There was no upper limit.

After discovering this secret, Kahn changed his routine.

He no longer limited himself to breathing technique training at night.

Daytime became his most precious time.

Like a sunflower, he followed the path of the sun.

The Dadan Family often witnessed a strange sight.

At noon, everyone else hid beneath the shade of the trees to cool off.

Yet Kahn lay bare-chested in the most open patch of grass.

His eyes were closed, his expression peaceful.

"Did the sun bake this brat's brain?"

Dogra wiped away his sweat and muttered softly.

Dadan smacked the back of Dogra's head.

"Shut up. What do you know?"

"That's how the strong train!"