A system?
My cheat has finally arrived?
Is this my benefit as a transmigrator?
Jiro was ecstatic.
In the dangerous world of One Piece, surviving without some kind of advantage would be nearly impossible.
Pirates were everywhere.
There might even be countless pirates on this island.
They didn’t care whether anyone had provoked them.
If one happened to be in a bad mood, he might target an innocent person and subject them to brutal torture before killing them.
“Care and Love System?
What exactly do you do?” [Ding!
The Care and Love System is delighted to serve you.] “What is your function?” [Ding!
The Care and Love System is delighted to serve you.] Jiro took a deep breath.
It seemed he had encountered a system that wasn’t particularly bright.
Why is everything around me an idiot?
His son was like this, and now his system was too.
And this son of his was Garp—the future Marine Hero of the One Piece world, the mighty and unmatched Iron Fist Garp.
Jiro looked down at the foolish boy beside him.
He certainly didn’t look like much right now.
No.
I can’t let my foolish son grow into an idiot.
I have to make something of him.
[Ding!
Caring for the next generation is every father’s responsibility.
Every father dreams of seeing his son succeed.] [Mission: It is time for a young son to experience his father’s care.] [Have your son throw 100,000 punches within one day.] [Reward: Six Powers—Iron Body.] Jiro immediately accepted.
Son, your father will give everything for your happiness.
Anything for his child.
It was only 100,000 punches.
That wasn’t many.
It should be over quickly.
After they finished eating, Jiro stopped Garp before he could leave.
The boy would not be going out to look for food today.
Today, he would be learning.
“Garp, my boy, it’s time for you to start studying.
You can’t spend every day playing outside.” “Playing will only make you lazy.
If you keep wasting your time, you’ll ruin your future.
To make sure you become successful, I’ve decided that from today onward, I will educate you—cough, cough—I mean, care for you.” Garp stared at him.
What is this old man planning?
What is he even talking about?
He hadn’t cared about Garp for years.
Why was he suddenly interested in educating him now?
“I’m not going out to play.
I’m going to work.” “If I don’t work, what are we going to eat?” Look at this ungrateful brat, daring to talk back to his father.
He clearly had yet to experience the harsh lessons of society.
No, Jiro couldn’t allow his son to remain this arrogant.
He needed to educate him as soon as possible.
Once Jiro had mastered all Six Powers, he would teach the brat exactly who was the head of the household.
“From today onward, you don’t need to do those jobs.
You’re only a child.
Why should you be working?
The first thing you should be doing is learning.” “As the saying goes, if you don’t learn today, you’ll become trash tomorrow.” “Do you want to become trash?” Garp shook his head.
Good.
He knows how to cooperate.
There’s still hope for him.
“In that case, stand over there and throw 100,000 punches.” Garp obediently took his position.
Not that he had much choice.
When he tried to leave, his father grabbed him by the back of his collar and carried him over.
Garp might have been a child, but he was absurdly strong.
The brat had nearly slipped free.
Jiro had almost failed at such a simple task.
Fortunately, his new body was sturdy and possessed a fair amount of strength.
“Throw 100,000 punches.
Not one less, and you must finish before the end of the day.” “If you don’t finish…” Jiro chuckled darkly.
Garp shuddered.
His old man was smiling like a villain.
I can’t beat him.
What am I supposed to do?
He could only obey.
One hundred thousand punches in a single day?
Are you trying to kill me?
At one punch per second, he could throw sixty punches per minute and 3,600 per hour.
Reaching 100,000 would take nearly twenty-eight hours.
At two punches per second, he could manage 7,200 per hour and finish in about fourteen hours.
And that was without accounting for exhaustion.
The longer he continued, the more tired he would become.
Fortunately, Garp was fast.
He could throw at least three punches per second.
Not bad for a kid.
If he maintained that speed, he could finish in roughly nine hours.
“Fifteen.” “Twenty-five.” “Forty.” In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
Garp still wasn’t tired.
He continued punching with all his strength, putting real force behind every strike.
He was also punching from a horse stance.
How could that not be exhausting?
Jiro had forced him to maintain the position and refused to let him use any other movement.
If Garp was going to train, he might as well do it properly.
There would be no half-hearted effort.
That made the exercise even more exhausting.
Garp’s entire body trembled with each punch.
Two hours passed, and the sun blazed overhead.
Garp was drenched in sweat, but his fists never stopped moving.
“Twenty-four thousand.” “Twenty-four thousand and one.” “Twenty-four thousand and fifty.” His pace was impressive.
He had already completed more than 24,000 punches, leaving a little under 76,000.
At this rate, he might finish by the afternoon.
However, Garp was clearly slowing down.
His movements were no longer as quick or energetic as they had been at the beginning.
Sweat poured from his body beneath the scorching sun.
Even so, the boy’s willpower was remarkable.
Once he started something, he refused to give up.
He gritted his teeth and kept training.
As for Jiro, he sat comfortably beneath the shade of a nearby tree.
He held water in his left hand and a piece of fruit from who knew where in his right.
He took a large bite.
Juice filled his mouth, and the sweet flavor was wonderful.
“Delicious.
So sweet.” Jiro raised the water and drank deeply.
“Ah, that hits the spot.” Garp ground his teeth.
He wanted nothing more than to punch his father in the face.
Jiro tossed him a bottle of water, which Garp emptied in one go.
“Alright, that’s enough rest.
Keep going, and don’t even think about slacking off.” “Your form is wrong.” Jiro rose to his feet and picked up a stick as thick as an arm.
He slowly walked around Garp.
The boy stared at the stick in alarm.
What is this bastard planning?
Is he going to hit me?
He’s using training as an excuse to get revenge!
“Chest out.
Punch straight.” “Stop thinking about nonsense and focus on your punches.” “Do you want to become trash?
Do you want to spend your entire life being mediocre?” “Don’t you want to become a hero and save people from suffering?” Smack!
Smack!
The stick struck him twice.
Garp winced and immediately straightened his posture, cursing his father countless times in his heart.
This wasn’t training.
It was revenge—blatant, shameless revenge.
Pick on someone your own size!
“Damn old man,” Garp muttered.
Jiro leaned closer with a smile.
“What did you say?” Garp froze and hurriedly shook his head.
“Nothing!
I didn’t say anything, Father.” The stick struck him again.
“Call me Dad.” Garp fell silent.
Humiliation.
Grievance.
Misery.
“Dad,” he called reluctantly.
Although this man was his biological father, Garp had no desire to call him that.
Still, with that stick hanging over him, what choice did he have?
Did he, Garp, have no dignity?
“Say it again.” Garp’s face stiffened.
He shrank back and quietly asked, “Do I have to?” Jiro’s smile widened.
“What do you think?” Jiro never forced anyone to do something they didn’t want to do.
He was an extremely democratic man.
He casually waved the stick, ready to strike at any moment.
“Dad,” Garp said unwillingly.
Jiro smiled in satisfaction.
“I’m your father.
Remember that, and don’t forget it again.
Otherwise…” He snorted coldly.
Garp lowered his head and ground his teeth.
How humiliating.
How infuriating.
He desperately wanted to resist.
Just wait until I grow a little bigger.
I’ll overthrow this tyranny and dictatorship.
I, Garp, will become the head of this household!