Inside a luxurious Baroque-style hotel beside a pristine white beach, workers hurriedly dismantled the dazzling neon signs and decorations meant to draw in customers.
In stark contrast, on the spacious welcoming plaza outside the hotel and the adjoining beach, dozens of young people in navy-blue kendo uniforms were undergoing rigorous morning training in the biting morning wind and the light of the rising sun.
On the beach, rows of disciples ran toward the waves, their feet leaving prints of varying depths in the damp sand;
On the plaza, the crisp clash of wooden swords and shouts accompanying measured breaths rang out ceaselessly as disciples of the Divine Mind Style paired off to practice their swordsmanship.
Aaron Ball, dressed in casual black clothes, stood shoulder to shoulder with Hokushin Ichiteru, the master of the Divine Mind One Sword Style, whose white robes and otherworldly bearing formed a sharp contrast with him, like ink and empty space in an ink-wash painting.
Boer's gaze swept over the young figures drenched in sweat, but his thoughts drifted toward the bottleneck in his own strength, which seemed to have reached a ceiling.
The second round of modifications from the Magnet-Magnet Fruit had steadily increased his body's tolerance for electricity, and he had also begun to grasp "Electrified Armament Haki," which used electricity as energy to accelerate the circulation and concentration of Haki... but that was far from enough.
A barely perceptible trace of impatience stirred in his heart. His growth in strength seemed to have bogged down in a mire.
In high-level battles, the technique of "borrowing" the planet's magnetic field to generate electricity left an opening far too long against those monsters. It practically left him defenseless. Would an enemy give him that chance?
Ultimately, he still had to rely on the electricity stored