Garp Was Stunned: Getting Stronger Just by Basking in the Sun? You Call This a Three-Year-Old?!

A name surfaced in Garp's mind.

Charlotte Linlin.

That steel balloon born to be a destroyer.

Could this little brat also possess the kind of monstrous physique that appeared once in a thousand years?

What the hell had Roger given birth to?

Ace climbed up from the ground, not even caring about the bump on his head.

He stared at Kahn with his mouth hanging open.

He knew Kahn was strong, but he had never expected him to withstand a punch from that monster of an old man.

"Again!"

Kahn shouted and charged forward once more.

This time, he held nothing back.

Every punch carried all his strength.

His fists tore through the air with a howl.

He darted around Garp, searching for an opening.

Garp stood still.

With one hand, he deflected Kahn's attacks.

"Too slow."

"Your strength is scattered."

"Your footing is unstable."

Garp commented as he blocked each move.

But the shock in his heart only grew stronger.

This brat's stamina was like a bottomless pit.

Such relentless high-intensity attacks had not even left him short of breath.

And Garp noticed something even more terrifying.

Kahn's strength was still slowly increasing during the battle.

Or rather, as the sunlight shone down on him, his physical abilities were continuously rising.

This completely shattered Garp's understanding of the limits of the human body.

Kahn swung a whip kick at Garp's neck.

Garp raised his forearm to block it.

The immense recoil threw Kahn off balance in midair.

Garp seized the opportunity and slapped Kahn across the back.

Kahn was smacked into the dirt like a torn sack.

A huge crater was blasted into the ground.

Dust flew everywhere.

Dadan covered her mouth, terrified she would cry out.

Dogra and Magura were already huddled together in fear.

Ace clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Garp withdrew his hand, wondering if he had hit too hard.

After all, the child was only three years old.

Just as he was about to step forward and check on him—

The dust in the crater stirred.

A small hand covered in mud gripped the edge of the pit.

Kahn climbed out, shaking his head.

He spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva.

Other than being a little dirty, not even a patch of skin had broken.

"Old man, did you skip breakfast?"

Kahn brushed the dirt from his chest, his tone carrying a trace of provocation.

Garp froze where he stood.

Then he burst into earthshaking laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Good kid!"

"Just as expected of my grandson."

Garp laughed until tears came to his eyes.

He walked over, grabbed Kahn out of the pit in one hand,

and ruffled Kahn's hair with his rough palm.

Kahn slapped Garp's hand away in disgust.

"Don't touch me. You're filthy."

Garp did not mind Kahn's attitude at all.

He looked at Kahn as though he were gazing upon an unrivaled piece of uncut jade.

The potential contained within this body was simply too terrifying.

He would not need a Devil Fruit.

As long as he trained his physical skills and Haki to their limits,

this brat would absolutely become one of the greatest monsters on the seas in the future.

He might even surpass Garp himself.

Garp made up his mind.

He could not let such talent go to waste on Mount Colubo.

He would cram every physical technique he had learned throughout his life into this brat's head.

As for Haki, it was still too early to teach him. His body would not be able to handle it.

Once this brat turned ten, Garp would personally teach him Armament Haki.

Garp turned to look at the still-dazed Ace.

"Ace, look at your brother."

"Then look at that frail little body of yours."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll make a new training plan for both of you."

Ace shuddered.

He had an extremely ominous feeling.

Kahn rolled his neck, his bones cracking crisply.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Only by displaying enough value could he squeeze more resources out of Garp.

Figuring things out on his own was ultimately too slow.

Having a Marine hero as a sparring partner was a blessing he could not find even with a lantern.

Dadan finally came back to her senses.

Looking at the two monsters, one big and one small, in her yard, she felt as if her lifespan were being shortened.

"Vice Admiral Garp, please show some mercy."

"This is a wooden cabin. It can't survive you two tossing it around."

Dadan looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Garp picked his nose and flicked out an unidentified lump.

"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and roast that wild boar."

"I'm hungry."

Garp sat boldly atop a tree stump.

Kahn walked over to the water barrel and scooped up a ladleful of water to rinse the mud from his body.

The well water washed over him, taking away a trace of exhaustion.

He looked up at the sky.

The sun had fully risen.

Sunlight poured without restraint over the mountain forest.

Kahn could feel the strength he had spent in the battle recovering at an astonishing speed.

His muscle fibers rebuilt after tearing, growing thicker and stronger.

His bones became denser from enduring blows.

That was the overbearing nature of Kryptonian Physiology.

As long as he was not beaten to death, basking in the sun would restore him to full health.

And it would make him even stronger than before.

As Garp ate the roasted meat Dadan brought over, he watched Kahn.

This brat's recovery ability was just as astonishing.

That slap earlier had not used his full strength, but it would definitely have left an ordinary adult bedridden for ten days or half a month.

Yet this brat had recovered his vigor with just one ladle of water.

He truly was a monster through and through.

"Kahn."

Garp swallowed a huge chunk of wild boar meat.

"Starting today, your daily training volume will increase tenfold."

"I'll personally teach you the foundational methods of exerting force in the Navy Six Powers."

Garp's words made the Dadan Family gasp.

Ten times the training volume.

Was he trying to train someone to death?

Ace's face turned green.

But Kahn wiped the water from his body, a faint curve appearing on his lips.

"Ten times is too little."

"Make it twenty."

Kahn calmly uttered words that plunged everyone present into silence.

Garp was stunned.

The roasted meat in his hand fell to the ground.

He had lived for more than half his life and trained countless Marine recruits.

He had never seen a lunatic who voluntarily asked for twenty times the training volume.

This brat was not only a monster physically; his mind was one too.

"Good!"

"You've got guts!"

Garp suddenly stood up and crushed a bone on the ground beneath his foot.

"I like that fearless attitude of yours."

"Twenty times it is."

"If you dare complain, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the Sea Kings."

Kahn walked to the spot with the strongest sunlight and sat down cross-legged.

"You should worry about Ace first."

"He can't even keep up with my current training volume."

Kahn showed no mercy as he drove the knife in deeper.

Ace jumped in fury.

"Kahn, you bastard! Who are you looking down on?!"

"I want twenty times too!"

Ace roared, his eyes red.

Garp slapped Ace on the head.

"Twenty times my ass."

"Get that scrawny body of yours into shape first."

Garp saw it clearly.

Ace's talent was quite good too, but it fell within the scope of an ordinary genius.

Kahn was a complete anomaly.

He could not be measured by common sense.

Over the next month, Mount Colubo became Kahn's personal hell.

Garp did not return to Marine Headquarters.

He remained there, devising new ways to torment Kahn every day.

He climbed mountains carrying boulders weighing hundreds of pounds.

He practiced punching beneath raging waterfalls.

He wrestled bare-handed with the fiercest beasts on Mount Colubo.

Kahn accepted every challenge.

His physical strength was pushed to its limits during the day.

Then he lay beneath the sun, absorbing energy while recovering.

Garp watched helplessly as Kahn's strength grew more terrifying by the day.

A month later.

Kahn could already exchange dozens of moves with Garp without using Haki.

Though he would still be knocked down in the end.

Garp had to use more strength each time to suppress him.

That rate of improvement made Garp's scalp tingle.

"If I'd had a physique like this back then, I'd have beaten Rocks to death long ago."

Sitting beneath the shade of a tree, Garp watched Kahn sweat profusely beneath the sun and muttered to himself.

He knew he had found a treasure.

This was not merely Roger's bloodline.

This was a dazzling new star about to rise over the seas.

As long as the kid did not go astray.

The position of future Fleet Admiral would undoubtedly be his.

Garp had already begun picturing Kahn wearing a Navy coat.

Completely forgetting that the blood of the One Piece flowed in Kahn's veins.

Kahn punched through a thick tree trunk.

He shook the wood chips from his hand.

Feeling the surging power within his body.

He had already grasped the fundamentals of the Navy Six Powers.

As long as his physical abilities continued to improve, he could use them at any time.

This was only the beginning.

There was still a long time before the Paramount War.

He had more than enough time to turn himself into a truly invincible monster.

Even if he had to face the three Admirals.

He would carve out a path of survival for himself with these fists.

The sunlight grew fiercer and fiercer.

Facing the sun, Kahn took a deep breath.

This felt pretty damn good.