On the morning of the third day after the equipment was debugged,
The first batch of twenty elite female warriors from Amazon Lily lined up outside the side hall.
These twenty people were carefully selected from various tribes across the island.
There are veterans with rich combat experience as well as newcomers with emerging talents. Their ages range from eighteen to forty, and each of them is a backbone of Amazon Lily.
Elder Nyon stood at the front of the line, leaning on her snake-shaped cane, her gaze sweeping across their faces. Her voice was hoarse but full of energy:
"You twenty are the first warriors on Amazon Lily to receive Bloodline Impulse Transplantation."
Captain Roy of Hachinosu gave Amazon Lily this opportunity, and I hope that none of you will fail to live up to this kindness.
After the surgery, those who can stand up will be three times stronger than before.
Did you understand?
The twenty men knelt down on one knee in unison, right fists pressed against their chests. "Understood!"
Hancock stood at the entrance of the side hall, watching as the twenty warriors were led into the laboratory one by one.
Her expression seemed calm, but the fingers clasped in the crook of her arm were tightening slightly. Sandersonia quietly walked to her side and silently took her hand.
Hancock glanced down at her sister's hand, took a deep breath, and gripped it back.
The waiting time stretched on endlessly. The occasional low hum of machinery echoed from the lab, each sound sending a jolt through my heart.
Six hours later, the door to the side hall finally opened. The leading scientist removed his mask, his face weary but with a smile, "The transplants were all successful; there were no rejection reactions."
Immediately afterwards,
Twenty female soldiers walked out of the laboratory one by one.
They had just undergone a genetic reshaping surgery, and their faces were still a little pale and their lips were slightly dry, but each of them walked out of the laboratory with a more steady gait than when they went in.
Three days later, at the training grounds on Amazon Lily.
Twenty soldiers who had undergone transplants stood in a line in the center of the training field, undergoing their first comprehensive physical fitness test after surgery.
The plaza was surrounded by other warriors from Amazon Lily. Elder Nyon and several elders stood on the high platform, their expressions a mixture of tension and anticipation.
The test was conducted personally by Savi.
He stood in the center of the field, with a row of testing equipment in front of him—a force measuring stone, a speed track, endurance sandbags, and a simple set of Haki sensor devices.
"First one, step forward!" Savi roared.
A female warrior in her thirties stepped out of the ranks. Her name was Moira. Before the transplant, she was a squad leader in the Flame Snake Tribe, and her physical fitness was considered above average on Amazon Lily.
In less than three minutes,
Moira stepped back from the force-measuring stone. Savi looked down at the dented fist mark on the stone—before the transplant, her punching power was 450 kilograms.
Now, the depth of the indentation on the measuring stone corresponds to 1,800 kilograms, a full four times.
Speed tests, endurance tests, and Haki- sensing tests—the results of each one were constantly redefining the understanding of everyone present.
When the third soldier stood up from in front of the Haki -sensing device, the entire training ground fell into a deathly silence.
He was a rookie soldier who had just turned nineteen and couldn't even touch the edge of Observation Haki before the transplant.
But when she placed her hand on the sensor just now, the crystal ball on top of the device lit up with a very faint blue light.
Haki Awakening.
It wasn't Armament Haki, it was Observation Haki —but for a nineteen-year-old recruit to Awakening Observation Haki is extremely rare, even on Amazon Lily.
The silence lasted for a long time, then was broken by Elder Nyon's excited, trembling voice. "Continue! Next one!"
Halfway through the test, a commotion suddenly broke out in the center of the training field.
Savi added a test on the spot—having the warriors who had undergone the Bloodline Impulse Transplantation directly spar with those who had not.
When the results came out, Elder Nyon was so excited that her hands were shaking, and her snake cane was banging loudly on the ground.
She had never imagined that the warriors of Amazon Lily possessed such terrifying potential for improvement.
In her memory, the female warriors of Amazon Lily could only improve their strength through talent and time.
Now, just a few days can equal the hard work of the past ten years.
Hancock stood on the high platform, looking at the soldiers sweating profusely below, her eyes gleaming with undisguised excitement.
Roy leaned against the reef, watching the soldiers on the training field whose faces were filled with excitement and confidence, and waved to Hancock with a smile:
Hancock.
They were to undergo surgery in batches. After the first batch of 300 people were finished, they would have to wait for the subsequent supply of core materials.
In addition, training must keep up.
Hancock nodded vigorously, then turned to face the training field and waved her hand.
The serpentine crown flashed a cold light in the sunlight. " Elder Nyon, issue the order—all warriors on the island willing to undergo Bloodline Impulse Transplantation should be operated on in batches according to age and physical condition."
The first batch of elite soldiers will be given priority to ensure combat readiness is achieved in the shortest possible time.
Elder Nyon, leaning on her snake-shaped cane, knelt on one knee. "Yes, ma'am!"
With the Bloodline Transplantation progressing smoothly, the training plan has also been put on the agenda.
Savi, Charon, Kazami, and Van Augur walked around the training ground, assessing the overall quality of the Amazon Lily warriors.
Charon tested the lower body of several veterans using the power generation techniques of Fish-Man Karate Charon, Kazami had several sword-wielding warriors demonstrate their basic swordsmanship.
Van Augur then led several archers to the shooting range to test their shooting accuracy and Observation Haki.
After the four met, they quickly developed a training outline for the group:
Savi was in charge of the Six Powers and basic physical techniques;
Charon is in charge of Fish-Man Karate and close-quarters combat;
Kazami is in charge of swordsmanship and movement techniques, while also teaching weapons.
Van Augur was in charge of shooting and Observation Haki accuracy training.
Just as the four were preparing to begin training, Tesoro suddenly floated down from mid-air.
He crossed his arms, lightning crackling around him, and his usual smile remained on his face.
"Everyone, I have a proposal—I will be the head instructor for this special training."
Savi was tidying up the training equipment when he heard this and stopped in his tracks. "What did you say?"
"Head Instructor."
Tesoro spoke slowly and deliberately, his smile remaining perfectly unchanged.
"I will oversee the overall training progress, coordinate the transitions between subjects, and handle any emergencies that may arise."
The four of you will be responsible for specific subject teaching; that's settled then.
Savi started shaking his head before he could finish listening.
"No, no, no, no..."
" Tesoro, nothing else matters, you're certainly good at striking people with lightning, but training new recruits is no joke."
How long has it been since you last led new recruits?
Do you know how to teach a warrior who has no concept of Haki from scratch? Do you know the basic power generation techniques of the Six Powers?
Tesoro's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned. "I am, after all, the Finance Minister of Hachinosu, and have been in charge of a trade fleet of tens of thousands of people for years..."
"That's managing the money, not the training."
Charon rarely spoke, and his voice was so calm it sounded like he was stating a fact.
"Everyone has their own expertise. Tesoro, you are very strong, but strength alone does not make you a teacher."
Training new recruits isn't something you can accomplish by fighting one fight. Each recruit has different talents, foundations, and resilience; you can't tailor your teaching to each individual.
Kazami didn't speak, but his actions spoke volumes—his hand had somehow landed on the hilt of his sword, and his eyes, usually as calm as an ancient well, were coldly fixed on Tesoro.
Van Augur spoke up, his tone as steady as ever. " The Amazon Lily warriors do indeed have very weak shooting skills. They use traditional bows and arrows, and their knowledge of firearms is almost zero."
My course requires someone to understand the progressive path from zero experience to professional sniper.
Tesoro, when you Awakening the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, you jumped straight to the ceiling level; your path was different from ordinary people.
Four people, four votes against.