Time passed, and evening soon arrived.
As the scorching sun began to fade, Jiro watched Garp with a smile.
The boy had trained hard all day without trying to cut corners.
“Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and seventy-seven!” “Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and seventy-eight!” Garp shouted the count with every punch, his voice growing louder as he neared the end.
He clearly wanted Jiro to know that he was about to complete the task.
Once he finished, his father would have no excuse to keep him there, and he could finally rest.
Sweat poured off him like rain.
After an entire day of training, the final moment had arrived.
The system had clearly underestimated Garp.
Throwing 100,000 punches wasn’t especially difficult for someone like him.
People in the One Piece world possessed incredible physical abilities, with strength, stamina, and recovery far beyond those of ordinary humans on Earth.
Garp was still so young, yet even after throwing nearly 100,000 punches, he was merely exhausted rather than seriously injured.
“Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine!” “One hundred thousand!” After throwing the final punch, Garp collapsed.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, he sprawled across the ground, his entire body trembling as fatigue, hunger, and thirst struck him all at once.
He panted heavily.
His arms and legs felt as though they no longer belonged to him, and he was beginning to wonder if he had crippled himself.
“I can’t move.
I’m crippled,” Garp declared.
“One hundred thousand punches is too much.
I need to rest for the entire night.” Those words were clearly meant for Jiro.
I, Monkey D.
Garp, have finished my training.
You can no longer use your position as my father to settle a personal grudge.
Jiro chuckled and pulled Garp to his feet.
Crossing his arms, he nodded with satisfaction.
“Very good.
You completed the task.
Under your father’s diligent supervision, you have finally taken your first step toward greatness.” “First, I must thank myself for my silent dedication.
Without my hard work, you could never have taken this step.” “Your father has worked hard all day, so go make dinner for me.
Remember, I want vegetables and meat—three dishes and one soup.
Not one less.
Off you go.” Garp pointed at him, his entire body trembling.
He had never seen anyone so shameless.
Garp was clearly the one who had trained, so how had all the credit gone to his father?
The old man had even delivered that nonsense with complete confidence, claiming the moral high ground as though everything he said were perfectly reasonable.
It was outrageous.
“I—” Jiro immediately cut him off.
“You what?
Hurry up.
Can’t you see that I’m hungry?
Are you trying to starve your father to death?” Garp was left speechless.
He couldn’t beat his father in an argument or a fight, leaving him with no power to resist.
He obediently went to cook.
As he turned away, his eyes reddened.
He felt miserable enough to cry, but he endured it.
Garp, you’re a man.
You can’t cry.
If I could, I’d walk on my hands so the tears couldn’t fall.
Jiro was satisfied with his son’s attitude and put away the stick.
Today’s “care” had clearly been profound.
His son had been moved to tears.
As expected, I’m an excellent father.
[System: …] [Ding!
Mission complete.
Would you like to claim your reward?] Jiro claimed it without hesitation.
There was no need for further explanation; he wanted to experience it immediately.
The training methods, techniques, and knowledge required to use Six Powers—Iron Body flooded into his mind.
After spending fifteen minutes absorbing the information, Jiro raised the thick wooden stick and swung it at his own chest.
“Iron Body!” His chest hardened like a block of iron, and the stick slammed down.
Crack!
The arm-thick wooden stick snapped in half.
When Jiro examined his chest, he found that it hadn’t left a single mark.
The defensive power of Iron Body was terrifying.
Garp happened to walk outside in time to witness the scene.
He had originally intended to stop his father, only to watch the stick break against his chest.
Garp knew exactly how hard that stick was.
The memory of being struck by it had been carved deeply into his mind.
“The stick… broke?” He touched his own chest.
If a blow like that landed on him, he would be bedridden at the very least.
Garp silently turned around and went back to cooking.
He couldn’t win—he simply couldn’t win.
He would let the old man off this time.
Once he had trained for another month and made some progress, there was no way he would still lose to his father.
“My, what a fragile wooden stick.” [System: …Everything produced by the system is of the highest quality.] The problem was clearly the stick.
“I’ll have to find another one.” There was no shortage of wooden sticks on the mountain.
By evening, dinner was ready, and Garp had met Jiro’s requirements.
Jiro asked his son to explain exactly what he had prepared.
Garp pointed proudly at his masterpieces.
“Dad, the three dishes and one soup are finished.
This is mushroom soup, sautéed mushrooms, stir-fried mushrooms with mushrooms, and mushrooms with meat.” “Your son worked very hard to come up with all of this.
Impressive, right?” “Very impressive.” Jiro took a bite and immediately decided to forget about the dishes and eat plain rice instead.
“You should eat more vegetables.
You’re still growing.
Come on, have some more.
Don’t be shy.” Jiro eagerly pushed all the dishes toward his son.
Garp’s eyes filled with tears.
His father was treating him so well.
In the future, he would definitely repay him with great filial devotion.
The moment the food entered his mouth, Garp fell silent.
He spat it out, wiped his lips, and tried the second dish.
A failure.
The third was no better, and the mushroom soup was so salty that it was nearly undrinkable.
All three dishes and the soup were complete disasters.
More importantly, why were the mushrooms so brightly colored?
“Where did you pick these mushrooms?” Garp pointed outside.
“Under the trees.
They had pretty colors, so I thought they would taste good.” Jiro fell silent.
This brat’s desire to murder his father would never die.
A flurry of punches and kicks followed.
Jiro only stopped after Garp had thrown up everything he had eaten.
Garp glared at him resentfully.
“Dad, why did you hit me?” Jiro pointed at the mushrooms.
“My dear son, don’t you know that brightly colored mushrooms are usually poisonous?
If you eat them, even your old man might not be able to save you.” Garp shook his head, then lowered it fearfully.
“Thank you, Dad.” “You’re welcome.” Since his son cared so deeply for him, how could Jiro not educate him properly?
A touching scene of fatherly kindness and filial devotion unfolded inside the hut.
[Ding!
To develop your son’s survival skills, a father must teach him personally.] [How can an outstanding youth of the new generation know nothing about surviving in the wilderness?] [Mission: Have your son complete a three-day extreme survival challenge.] [Reward: Six Powers—Finger Pistol.] The legendary three days and nine missed meals?
My son is about to begin a survival challenge?
The system was even more ruthless than Jiro.
He liked it.
The two of them were truly kindred spirits.
This meal was destined to become unforgettable.
In the years to come, whenever Garp remembered it, he would also remember that terrible night and his unbearable past.
From that day onward, Garp never cooked again.
Night fell.
Hungry beasts emerged to hunt, and danger lurked throughout the silent forest.
Garp was preparing to sleep when his father grabbed him and dragged him out of the hut, all the way to the forest’s edge.
The forest was dangerous even during the day.
At night, it was far worse.
The roars of wild beasts echoed from within, and Garp could feel the oppressive presence coming from the darkness.
He struggled in his father’s grip.
“Let me go, Papa!” What a good son.
Now you know how to be afraid—and how to call me Papa.
A wise man knew when to yield.
“My dear son, your father is doing this for your own good.
To help you develop the ability to survive on your own, I must endure the pain of separation and release you into the forest.” “Your father is reluctant to let you go, but for your sake, I am willing to make this sacrifice.
An eagle must eventually spread its wings and soar.” “Go forth and conquer the forest.
Come home in three days.” “Papa will miss you, my son.” Go, Garp.
Face this challenge and return victorious.