"Those who are lost are weak and fragile. Conqueror's Haki is the power of body and spirit becoming one. As long as you possess an unwavering will, you can..." Garp sat beneath the mast, explaining these things to Vikengam.
Vikengam's cheek twitched twice as he interrupted, "Do you have any special tricks? I already know all that. Don't treat me like some backwater pirate..."
"What else is there to say? Isn't Conqueror's Haki just like that? It can't be improved through conventional training. It depends entirely on talent and personal experience. You're a fucking monster in terms of talent..." Garp grumbled.
Garp believed Vikengam's powerful Conqueror's Haki was partly due to his extraordinary talent—he had sensed that back on Lindelande Island—and partly because he had seen so much while traveling with the Roger Pirates. His experiences spoke for themselves.
Conqueror's Haki was, at the end of the day, just that.
As for more advanced techniques, there was nothing more than Conqueror's Haki infusion.
But Vikengam had clearly mastered that long ago, so what was left to discuss?
"Take a look at this..." Vikengam handed Garp a notebook. Garp took it, opened it, and said, "Earth Elder Fist? What is this?"
"You'll understand once you read it. It explains some techniques for turning physical strength, mental energy, and so on into qi, then storing it in the body. Following that line of thought, I also wrote down some of my conjectures about Conqueror's Haki. See if it gives you any inspiration or ideas," Vikengam said.
Donquixote Doflamingo, his grandnephew, had sent him this not long ago. Vikengam had studied it for a while and had indeed gained some insights. Since Garp was here, this was the perfect chance to discuss it properly with him.
At the same time, Vikengam planned to