Chapter 142
Rear Admiral Naito has been active in the Grand Line for a long time; he might have heard of ALL BLUE!
Binz, who is usually loud and boisterous, was quite reliable this time. After all, Naito rarely assigns him any tasks, so of course he had to complete them perfectly.
Besides, Sanji is actually quite pitiful, and Binz doesn't want him to be bullied by his brothers.
So, after arranging accommodations for Sanji, Binz took Sanji with him.
Even during his training sessions, Sanji would watch from the sidelines.
Since they're traveling with Germa now, and the kitchen on the warship isn't being used, Sanji doesn't need to start working immediately.
Watching Binz train with the enormous barbell, Sanji couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "That's amazing, Binz- nii!"
Binz made him call him "Big Brother".
"Easy and effortless."
Despite being drenched in sweat, Binz forced a smug smile. "This little bit of exercise is just a warm-up for me!"
"Yeah?"
Sanji a somewhat awkward smile.
Brother Binz, your legs are shaking!
"However, Brother Binz,"
Sanji glanced to the side. "What is Rear Admiral Naito doing?"
Naito was punching an iron ingot repeatedly.
"Let's practice boxing!"
Binz's forehead veins bulged as he barely managed to support himself. "According to that guy, he's practicing some kind of sincerity."
"Sincerity?"
Sanji was also somewhat bewildered.
Can't understand.
But then, somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Brother Binz, could you give me some training guidance?"
"Oh?"
Binz paused slightly, then swayed. He quickly and carefully put down the barbell, then asked casually, "Sanji, do you want to get stronger?"
Sanji nodded seriously. He turned to look at the Vinsmoke siblings not far away, where they were also training.
He said, "I don't want to feel this powerless again."
If I were strong enough, that old geezer wouldn't be threatened by that bastard Judge, right?
"A very good reason!"
Binz smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll teach you! But it'll be tough!"
"I'm not afraid!"
Sanji's eyes were resolute.
"Alright! Let's start with the most basic physical training! Once you're strong enough, I'll teach you some more interesting moves!"
Chapter 100 Sanji's Battle Suit!
Somewhere on the snail-like fleet rumbled across the sea, at the training ground most frequently used by Naito and his crew.
"Come on, Sanji!"
Binz crossed his arms, looking every bit the expert, with a calm smile on his face.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony, Brother Binz!"
Sanji a deep breath, unleashed his full speed, and charged straight at Binz.
It's been several days since we returned to the Germa Kingdom.
From initial anxiety to now taking it all in stride, Sanji has gradually adapted to life in this country.
Rear Admiral Naito was quite different from the legends; he was extremely hardworking, spending all his time training and cultivating himself, except for eating and sleeping.
Miss Ain is very beautiful, but Sanji doesn't dare to be infatuated with her. Anyone with eyes can see that Miss Ain only has eyes for Rear Admiral Naito.
Although Binz is a boastful older brother, he is indeed a very good senior. He took good care of Sanji and never gave the Vinsmoke brothers a chance to get close to Sanji.
Sanji now spends most of his time training with his older brother Binz.
Although Sanji had trained in kicking techniques with the old man in Baratie, this was the first time he had received such systematic training.
However, Sanji quickly adapted to the training plan that Binz had given him.
Binz was very surprised by this, saying that Sanji was amazing, far beyond the level that an ordinary thirteen-year-old boy should have.
He said he needed to redesign Sanji's training plan, and in order to make the plan effective in training without exceeding Sanji's limits, Binz decided to let Sanji show off his skills.
So, this is the current situation.
"Épaule!"
Young Sanji charged at Binz like a cheetah, then leaped into the air, spun around, and slammed his long right leg down on Binz's shoulder like a battle axe.
So hard!
Binz's expression remained normal, but Sanji unconsciously grimaced.
It was like kicking steel.
"Continue, Sanji."
Binz's smile widened.
Sanji's strength was indeed considerable; he could even crack a rock when he kicked it.
But, Tekkai, kid!
"Collier!"
Sanji landed, then spun around and leaped up again, delivering a powerful kick to Binz's neck.
However, it's still meaningless.
"Cuisse!"
"Selle!"
"Mouton Shot!"
Sanji used all his skills, unleashing a barrage of agile kicks at Binz.
However, he didn't even have the strength to move Binz an inch.
"This guy is so boring."
Ain, who was resting after finishing her Haki training, couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
If we wanted to test Sanji, we would have already done so.
Binz just enjoys the feeling of pretending to be a pro in front of Sanji.
"But Naito,"
Ain carefully observed Sanji, who was already panting but still didn't stop. "This kid has potential."
It's not just about physical fitness, but more importantly, about unwavering willpower.
"Does His Judge have such high standards?"
Ain said with some doubt.
If such a young man were properly trained, he would surely become a rare and exceptional individual.
"Oh."
Naito's lips twitched slightly. "I'll go ask him for you."
As he spoke, he walked towards a spot not far away.
Ain looked in the direction he was looking.
Not far away, the Vinsmoke siblings were also training.
Both sides maintained a state of mutual respect and non-interference throughout the journey.
However, Judge was also on the sidelines today, urging his children on, and at that moment, he was watching Sanji and Binz sparring from afar.
Watching Naito's retreating figure, Ain frowned slightly.
What is Naito up to now?
Was it specifically to mock Judge?
He can't be that bored.
Naito approached Judge with a calm expression.
Judge, Judge had been frowning as he watched Sanji and Binz's battle, suddenly tensed up. "Rear Admiral Naito, I didn't bother that damn brat..."
"I didn't say you were bothering me,"
Naito smirked. "So, how did the 'trash' you called a performer do?"
Judge immediately scoffed, "He's not even fit to carry Ichiji's shoes. He's quite self-aware, though. He'd be perfect as a cook!"
Naito said slowly, "Do you want Sanji to be your chef or not? Judge, you're giving me a bit of a headache."
"Forehead--"
Judge was momentarily speechless.
There are indeed some contradictions; for a scientist, this is extremely unrigorous.
In short,
Judge scoffed, "It's best not to have any expectations of him, Rear Admiral Naito. That kid is just a piece of trash!"
"I think Sanji will definitely exceed your expectations in the future."
Naito said, "By the way, Judge, Sanji should also have his own battle suit, right?"
"Rear Admiral Naito, how did you know?"
Judge was somewhat taken aback.
He had indeed made a special combat suit for each of the children before they were even born, tailored to their individual Lineage Factor.
That's what the comic book says.
Naito said calmly, "It's called Stealth Black, right? It has the ability to become invisible."
Big News Morgans!
Judge clenched his fists.