Plans for Swordsmanship Training

"Ha ha ha! Kid, if you want to learn, then I'll naturally teach you the best!"

Garp Clone's voice came from the clearing. Dawn looked up to see the towering figure already leaping into the air, his white cape snapping loudly behind him.

Another punch came swinging down.

This time, Dawn was prepared. Gravity Armor and Armament Haki armor covered his body again as he rapidly retreated. But Garp Clone's attack range far exceeded his expectations. The spherical shockwave followed him like a shadow, enveloping him once more.

Boom!

He was sent flying for the second time.

The third time.

The fourth time...

For the next ten minutes, Dawn went through hell.

Garp Clone went all out from beginning to end, every strike of his Armament-Conqueror's Coating utterly merciless.

Dawn gave it everything he had, pushing his two Devil Fruits and Armament Haki to their limits. He even tried to fight back with Conqueror's Haki—though his still-immature Conqueror's Haki was like a candle flame before the blazing sun when faced with Garp's Conqueror's Coating.

Even so, he only lasted ten minutes.

In the eleventh minute, a precise air-punch struck him squarely in the chest. Dawn heard the crisp crack of his breastbone shattering as blood sprayed wildly from his mouth.

His consciousness began to scatter, and the scene before him blurred and spun. Before he completely lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was Garp Clone gradually dissipating. Just as it had appeared, it turned into a wisp of white smoke before vanishing without a trace.

The setting sun slanted westward, dyeing the sky into a magnificent canvas of intertwined orange-red and deep purple. The forest clearing was shrouded in dusk, the light gradually fading.

Dawn opened his heavy eyelids.

The first thing that entered his vision was the sky,