“Keep it up, Sengoku!
You need to move faster.” “You can’t let Tsuru look down on you.
No resting!” “Come on, Sengoku!” The two boys were climbing the mountain, and Sengoku was pushing himself harder than he had that morning.
He refused to put the boulder down, only pausing briefly whenever he became too tired before continuing upward.
If the training wasn’t exhausting, how could it be effective?
Meanwhile, Garp climbed like a mad dog, seemingly incapable of feeling tired.
After completing his first climb, he jumped from the cliff and quickly returned to the foot of the mountain, where he found Tsuru diligently doing push-ups.
Garp crouched beside her and clapped his hands.
“Keep going, Tsuru!” “You can do it!
It’s only a thousand push-ups.
I could finish them in no time.” It sounded like encouragement, but it was really a heartless reminder of how weak she was.
Provoked, Tsuru increased her pace.
At the very least, she couldn’t look weak in front of Garp.
“Whoa, so fast!” “Tsuru is amazing!” “Keep it up!” Garp wanted to continue provoking her, but one look from his father sent him scrambling back to his boulder.
That wooden stick hurt far too much.
Jiro shook his head.
That brat didn’t understand the first thing about being a gentleman.
At this rate, how was he ever going to find a wife?
“Nine hundred ninety-eight.” “Nine hundred ninety-nine.” “One thousand.” After completing the thousandth push-up, Tsuru collapsed flat on the ground.
She no longer cared whether it was dirty.
She was exhausted and only wanted to lie there.
It had taken her a little over an hour, which was surprisingly fast.
Seeing how hard she had pushed herself, Jiro felt a little sorry for her.
Why were children these days so competitive?
The three of them kept forcing themselves harder simply because none of them wanted to lose.
After resting for a while, Tsuru stood and announced loudly, “I’m finished, Uncle!” She deliberately spoke loudly enough for the two boys on the mountain to hear.
Did you see that?
I finished quickly.
You two had better hurry.
I’m already asking for another task.
The competition had officially begun.
“Uncle, I want more training.” “Hm?” Jiro smiled.
“All right.
Another thousand squats.” Tsuru stared at him.
Another thousand?
Does he have some kind of obsession with that number?
Hearing this from the mountain, Sengoku immediately picked up his pace.
Damn it.
Even Tsuru is asking for more training.
How can I stop?
I came here to get stronger, not to rest.
If I don’t push myself, how will I ever become strong?
Come on, Sengoku!
Surpassing Garp started today.
He would break through his limits and prove himself.
Sengoku set himself a goal: complete two climbs.
Garp noticed him speeding up and became more serious as well.
He couldn’t relax just because he was ahead of them, even though he was extremely pleased about it.
Damn it.
I can’t let them catch up.
I have to stay in front.
If they’re going all out, then so am I.
There’s no way I’ll lose to those two.
Iron Fist Garp had arrived!
All three children pushed themselves harder, each refusing to be outdone by the others.
Their enthusiasm reached its peak as they set new goals and competed in silence.
Jiro wasn’t idle either.
He continued training under the increased weight created by his Devil Fruit, making his body heavier each day.
Whenever he adapted, he increased the weight again.
His physical strength improved steadily, and he could feel his body becoming tougher.
The Turtle-Turtle Fruit’s initial enhancement was currently at its strongest.
That effect would gradually slow, but as his mastery deepened, his strength would continue to grow.
Unlike abilities that granted an immediate special attack, the Turtle-Turtle Fruit strengthened him gradually through his body.
Jiro trained his physical abilities and developed the fruit every day.
He couldn’t neglect Haki either.
Armament Haki and Observation Haki both required constant training.
Observation Haki would be especially useful in future battles.
Even at a basic level, it could make him extremely difficult to hit.
[Host: Monkey D.
Jiro] [Devil Fruit: Zoan-type Turtle-Turtle Fruit — 3% Development] [Skills: Iron Body Lv.
13, Finger Pistol Lv.
11, Moonwalk Lv.
7, Shave Lv.
8, Tempest Kick Lv.
8, Paper Art Lv.
5, Armament Haki Lv.
5, Observation Haki Lv.
4.] His Armament Haki and Observation Haki had already improved several times.
With Tsuru’s arrival, Jiro expected even greater gains that night.
He was looking forward to it.
Go ahead and compete.
I’m the one who benefits most.
His Devil Fruit development had risen by another one percent, though reaching one hundred percent was still far away.
Jiro wasn’t worried.
He could develop it steadily.
No powerful pirate was likely to visit such a tiny island.
The strongest pirates had already gone to the New World, where they fought among themselves for power.
Those seas were filled with constant conflict.
The strong preyed on the weak, while the weak turned around and preyed on defenseless civilians.
Plunder and violence were everywhere.
“Reporting, Uncle!
I finished the thousand squats!” Tsuru was still full of enthusiasm.
She had completed another task and immediately wanted a new one.
Sengoku had also returned to the foot of the mountain.
He looked at Tsuru, then at himself.
His speed had improved, but the sky was already growing dark.
I can still climb one more time.
I can’t waste time.
After encouraging himself, Sengoku charged toward the mountain again.
Their silent competition continued.
“Take a break,” Jiro told Tsuru.
“We’ll be heading home soon.” Tsuru shook her head.
“No, Uncle.
I can keep training.” Jiro brushed the dust from her clothes.
“You need to balance training and rest.
You’ve already done plenty today.
You don’t want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow, do you?” “If you push yourself too hard on the first day, you’ll regret it the next morning.” Anyone who trained too intensely on their first day would wake up exhausted and sore unless their body was already accustomed to that level of exercise.
“It’s fine, Uncle.
I can handle it.” Since Tsuru insisted, Jiro gave her another task.
She would run up the mountain without carrying a boulder, allowing her to learn the route first.
Tsuru immediately set off.
Even without extra weight, running up the steep slope was exhausting.
When she caught up to Garp, she asked, “Garp, is this your fourth climb?” Garp grinned.
“That’s right!
How did you know?” “I’ve been counting.
Sengoku is on his second, and you’re already on your fourth.
That’s impressive.” Garp’s grin widened until all his teeth showed.
“Hahaha!
Of course I’m better than Sengoku.
You have a good eye, Tsuru.
You noticed immediately!” His thoughts were obvious to everyone.
“I wasn’t planning to say anything, but since you figured it out, there’s no point hiding it.” “I, Garp, have successfully reached my fourth climb!” “Am I proud?” “Do I look proud?” Tsuru was speechless.
Sengoku was speechless.
Jiro was also speechless.
What an idiot.
When he goes out, he’d better not tell anyone I’m his father.