Dai Mubai shuddered and hurried back to work. Strangely, the wound the whip had left on his back hurt terribly but left no scar, nor did it interfere with his cotton picking.
The whip was Old John's Martial Soul, called Healing Whip.
Healing Whip was a mutated Healing System Martial Soul with one major flaw: to heal someone, Old John had to whip them. The harder he struck, the faster they recovered—but the pain was real.
Almost no one wanted this pale-skinned man on their Soul Master team. Then Neuvillette happened to rescue Old John during a disaster at sea.
Grateful, Old John joined Fontaine. When he discovered how many shameful criminals it held, he resolutely chose to work as a farm guard.
The job was tedious, but he relished it. At last, his Martial Soul had found a purpose: whenever those wretches tried to shirk their work, he could whip them hard.
"Damn you! How dare you slack off!"
Crack.
Old John lashed Ma Hongjun across his enormous belly.
"Scum! How dare you drip your filthy sweat on that pure white cotton!"
Crack.
Another lash struck Oscar's back.
"You're lower than a raccoon cub, you little bastard! How dare you sneak cotton into your pocket!"
Crack.
This lash caught Flender square in the face.
After just one day of work, the Shrek Three Heroes and Flender were utterly exhausted.
While bathing, they even had the vague impression that their skin had darkened... though none of them knew why.
Old John truly deserved Neuvillette's trust as his most valued overseer. After only a day, the mere sight of his genuine leather Cowboy Hat sent the three Shrek men and Flender frantically picking cotton.
Not one of them dared slack off.
That evening, the prisoners stood in a row. Old John