"Old man Garp has never eaten a Devil Fruit, but one punch from him can smash a mountain."
"The same goes for Kaido. His physical defenses even surpass those of most Logia Devil Fruits."
"So never underestimate Rokushiki training."
"I understand, sir."
"My swordsmanship is also an extension of Rokushiki. If my body isn't strong enough, I won't be able to unleash stronger slashes." Kuina nodded, a light of understanding in her eyes.
"That's right. Your strength and speed are the foundation of your swordsmanship."
"If that foundation isn't solid, even the flashiest techniques are just for show." Lorne affirmed her thinking.
"Sir, what about my Soru and Geppo?"
"I feel like my speed is starting to fall short in the New World, too." Another Marine came over, eager for guidance.
Lorne patiently answered their questions one by one, and the deck soon became an impromptu classroom.
The Marines listened with rapt interest, occasionally exclaiming as understanding dawned.
Masha sat in a lounge chair nearby, watching Lorne patiently instruct his subordinates, a gratified smile on her face.
This boy really has grown up. He's becoming more and more like a capable leader, Masha silently thought.
"Deserted island ahead!" the Marine in the lookout tower shouted.
On the sea ahead, a massive deserted island gradually came into view.
The island was covered in dense primeval forest, its towering ancient trees blocking out the sky and sun. Faint roars of wild beasts drifted from the woods.
"Prepare to drop anchor! First and second squads, keep watch! Third squad, prepare the supplies for landing!" Ryan commanded loudly.
The Fearless slowly approached the shore and came to a stop beside a relatively level stretch of beach.
The massive iron anchor crashed into the sea, sending up a spray of water.
Lorne was the first