The Giant Race's Round-Faced Bearded Man

"Then let the competition begin!"

As Brando's words fell,

Brando and Banlei shot forward through the sea at incredible speed, carving two distinct white trails across the surface—one thick, one thin.

A man and a Sea King were having a swimming race.

But even though Brando's hands and feet were moving so fast they left afterimages, he still could not catch up to Banlei. Although Banlei was larger and faced greater resistance in the water, Banlei was also far stronger.

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With a casual burst of strength, Banlei could swim hundreds of meters, while Brando had no idea how many times he had to paddle with his hands and feet to keep up.

Even after entering Lightning Release Chakra Mode, Brando was gradually left farther and farther behind by Banlei.

So Brando created a Shadow Clone and had it use Soru and Geppo to swiftly overtake Banlei. It then released Wind Release: Rasenshuriken in the waters ahead, disrupting the entire current to interfere with it.

In the end, Brando won by a narrow margin after one minute.

At the same time, Banlei had gained several electric burns, along with a slight dizziness.

Banlei really wanted to say, If you can't afford to lose, don't play. In the end, it held it in.

Now it only hated itself. Why had it suddenly gotten greedy that day and taken that bite, only to be lured in by this bastard's bait?

"My whole body aches. This kind of training should be really effective."

Brando lay atop Banlei's head, feeling the soreness in every muscle as a blissful expression appeared on his face.

After all, it was inconvenient for him to carry weights around for training. He wanted Space-Time Sealing Jutsu precisely so he could carry such things, and since he was at sea, he could only train by swimming.

The powerful people on the seas could generally swim for days and nights. For example, Rayleigh, who loved secretly meeting beautiful women, could swim barehanded through the Calm Belt to Amazon Lily to visit the girls.

After lying on Banlei's head for several hours, they arrived near a new island.

"Hm?"

"A Sea King actually dared to provoke you, Banlei."

After stretching lazily, Brando saw a Sea King roughly seventy or eighty meters long leap out of the water in the distance.

"Buzz..."

Banlei responded.

It could not understand what Brando was saying.

But it knew that if it did not respond, it might get electrocuted.

"This seems to be the island where those two giants have been elbowing each other for a hundred years."

Brando recalled the matter as well.

He still roughly remembered the early One Piece storyline, but once he entered the era of reading summaries, he did not know more than the imprisoned Doflamingo.

He was even more surprised than Doflamingo would have been.

"There should be enough food here. Go have a good meal."

Brando patted Banlei's head as he spoke.

At Whiskey Peak, Banlei had not even had time to take a few bites before it had been called away.

Then it had swum for nearly another day, and during that time, it had competed with Brando in swimming and gotten electrocuted. Banlei felt as though it had grown thin from hunger.

Was the contract this human had mentioned at the beginning really not some kind of slave contract?

Brando then ran across the sea toward Little Garden. This time, creatures attacked him from beneath the waves, but Brando easily dodged them all, then casually gave each one a Rasengan to massage it—though he accidentally massaged straight through their bodies.

"Whoa, dinosaurs."

The moment he came ashore, Brando spotted rare animals.

A creature dozens of meters long, resembling a dinosaur, was eating the branches and leaves of trees dozens of meters tall.

There were also huge feline beasts that looked like saber-toothed tigers.

This place was like a primeval forest, and even Brando was amazed.

Then Brando wandered around the island as though sightseeing. At the same time, he made two Shadow Clones to practice the Rasengan with him, wanting to complete the Big Ball Rasengan technique. After all, he had learned the Rasengan himself, so his proficiency still lagged behind.

As for his main body, he casually killed the largest animal he could carry and used it as a weight while wandering through the primeval forest.

"They're here!"

Brando put down the elephant he had been carrying and turned to look west.

The sound of giants walking was far too loud for him not to notice.

"New guests have arrived again."

The one who appeared was Brogy, a round-faced man with a full beard.

He burst into laughter upon seeing Brando.

Meanwhile, the other giant, Dorry, noticed Brando's two Shadow Clones practicing the Rasengan.

What interested the two giants most about new visitors was whether they had brought alcohol. Food was plentiful here, but liquor was extremely difficult to obtain.

"Did you bring any alcohol?"

Brogy bent down and asked Brando.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't let you drink it."

Brando looked at the giant more than twenty meters tall without the slightest fear. Instead, he felt an urge to dominate him.

He had never dominated someone this big before.

Dorry, on the other hand, was not so direct. He wanted to invite the pair of twins to his home as guests.

"Look at how ragged and poor you are. What's there to visit at your home?"

The Shadow Clones were just as aggressive.

Brogy and Dorry, the two seemingly magnanimous giants, were becoming a little heated.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant."

Brogy looked at Brando, unable to understand why this little fellow dared to treat him with such an attitude.

The pirates he had encountered last year had been terrified upon seeing him.

"You ignorant brat, the Giant Race's aesthetic sense is not something an uncultured child like you could understand."

Dorry spoke up to retort as well.

The outfit he wore had been the most fashionable attire among Elbaf warriors a hundred years ago. He had taken extremely good care of it all these years.

"Arrogant?"

"I haven't been arrogant at all. This is simply how I normally treat people."

Brando was confused. Did this count as arrogance?

Compared to the Celestial Dragons, he practically felt like a good person.

If Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen were here, he would probably raise a hand and cut anyone taller than himself down until they were shorter than him.

By comparison, Brando felt that someone with such a villager-like disposition as his was practically a good man.

"Then the Giant Race's aesthetic sense is kind of disgusting."

"You look like primitive people. No wonder the world only calls you barbarians."

The two Shadow Clones chimed in together, relentlessly mocking Dorry.

Dorry's expression changed.

Brogy, the round-faced bearded man, could no longer maintain his smile either.

Just as the two were considering whether to beat this arrogant brat to death, the volcano at the center of Little Garden erupted.

It was the signal for their duel.

To the two of them, nothing was more important than their duel. Although they wanted badly to beat Brando to death, the duel took priority, so they immediately turned and headed toward the arena at the center of Little Garden, where they had fought for ninety years.

But Brando had no intention of letting them leave so easily. The Shadow Clones dispelled themselves automatically and sent their memories back, while his main body followed after them.

"Today is the 68,583rd battle!"

Brogy said as he held a giant axe more than ten meters long and looked at Dorry.

"This time, I will definitely win!"

Dorry was especially angry today.

He felt that victory was assured this time as he raised the equally massive sword in his hand and pointed it at Brogy.

"Hey, do you two like men? Is that why you hid on this island to escape society's judgment, spending the rest of your lives here together as two men?"

Just as the two giants were about to begin fighting,

Brando stood atop a tall tree and shouted an extremely prejudiced remark at them.