"Faster!"
"All of you, move faster!"
"Haven't you eaten?"
Lorne held a rattan switch, watching the people sweating profusely on the deck without expression.
Each of the fifty elite Marines from headquarters carried a hundred-jin iron weight on his back as they ran endurance laps around the spacious deck.
Kuina also carried a specially made small bag of iron sand, gritting her teeth as she followed at the rear.
Her clothes were already soaked with sweat, and her face had grown somewhat pale.
Yet her eyes remained fixed on the way ahead, and she uttered not a single complaint.
"Rear Admiral, isn't this training a little too intense?"
Standing beside Lorne, Ethan looked at the nearly exhausted Marines and spoke with some reluctance to see them suffer.
"Intense?"
"On the Grand Line, weakness is the greatest sin."
Lorne stood up and casually tapped the rattan switch against his palm.
The switch cut through the air with a sharp whistle.
"Everyone, stop!"
At the order, the Marines collapsed onto the deck as though granted a pardon, gasping for breath.
Kuina's legs also gave way, and she fell to her knees.
She propped herself up with her bamboo sword, stubbornly refusing to fall flat.
Lorne walked up to them and looked down at them from above.
"You're the elites of headquarters, but in my eyes, your physical conditioning is no better than garbage."
His voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
"A few days ago, I learned some new techniques for using Haki and strength."
"Haki isn't simply muscular strength. It's an extension of your will."
As Lorne spoke, he slowly extended his right hand.
A faint, invisible ripple circulated over his right fist.
Even the surrounding air seemed to thicken under that power.
"Draw your will out from deep within your bodies, like