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Yet once, twice, three times... that trembling body still did not collapse.
Only silent counting remained around him.
Two hundred.
Slap.
At the two-hundredth count, Luo's arms finally gave out, and he crashed onto the deck.
"Very good."
A figure swept past, and Rossi had already scooped him up.
"Emotion is the fuse that lets you break past your limits."
"If the Vinsmoke children are programmed for 'a hundred at most,' the hundred and first will never happen."
Not daring to face death, unwilling to reach toward the steep heights, with no distant shore in their hearts they absolutely had to reach-
How could people like that ever touch the pinnacle of strength?
"Everyone, stop."
On the deck of the Flevance, Gladius clapped his hands to signal them.
The children who had been training straightened up.
"Dressrosa is just ahead.
Go wash up and look sharp."
The children's eyes lit up. Many of the boys simply tore off their shirts and rushed toward the showers in the cabin.
Speculation mingled with the clamor: what kind of country was the land they were about to set foot on? Would it refuse to welcome them?
They had seen far too much these past days-seas so calm it was eerie, enormous shadows drifting past like mountains, and sudden thunderstorms and blizzards...
Day after day, training was tedious and grueling.
Fortunately, the cabins were packed with medicine and food, allowing them to endure the harsh training and changeable weather.
As for the giant sea beast that had rammed the bow?
Rossi had sliced it in half with a single stroke. Even now, it was still floating far out at sea, slowly sinking.
Whenever the children looked at his retreating figure, their eyes shone.
The docks were packed with jostling figures.
First, the