Following Imu’s command, members of the God’s Knights soon arrived at Lord Cassian’s luxurious residence, carrying a large collection of items.
Alongside manuals detailing the three types of Haki, there were numerous bottles and containers, including high-grade healing ointments and nutrient fluids that emitted a rich, fragrant aroma.
There was even a full set of weight training equipment, polished to a smooth, jade-like finish.
“Lord Cassian, these were sent by Lord Imu.
She said they are for your training.”
Saint Figarland Garling carefully placed the items down, doing his best to keep his tone steady.
However, the hand gripping his sword hilt betrayed his inner turmoil.
Lord Imu personally sending training resources?
Even the Five Elders might not receive such treatment, let alone ordinary Celestial Dragons.
At that moment, Cassian was sprawled lazily on the sofa, casually instructing Hancock to peel grapes for him.
Koala sat on the carpet nearby, absorbed in a picture book.
After being rescued and comforted by Cassian, her emotions had stabilized considerably.
Hearing Garling’s words, Cassian raised an eyebrow, sat up, and casually picked up a scroll detailing Armament Haki.
“Oh?
That old hag Imu actually has some sense.”
“Free food, free lodging, and now free training, is she treating me like a priority project?”
He flipped through a few pages, grasped the basics, and let out a chuckle.
“She couldn’t be thinking I’m too weak, right?”
“Is this because when I slapped that fat Celestial Dragon, the recoil made her hand numb?”
“So now she wants me stronger, just so I don’t hurt myself when hitting people?”
Hancock paused mid-motion, a faint, conflicted expression crossing her face.
It was the first time she had heard someone speak so confidently about their own weakness.
She glanced at Cassian, then at the ancient-looking scrolls, and spoke softly.
“These seem very valuable.
I heard even Marine Admirals might not have access to such methods.”
Cassian tossed the scroll onto the table with a grin.
“Of course they are.
It depends on who’s backing you.”
“Since Imu is being generous, I’ll gladly accept.”
“The three types of Haki?
I’ll learn all of them.”
“And swordsmanship too.
Garling, you look decent with a blade, you’ll teach me that as well.”
Saint Figarland Garling fell silent.
He already had a bad feeling about where this was going.
Cassian then pointed at Hancock and Koala.
“They’re learning too.”
“Little maid, you’ve got good physical potential, it would be a waste not to train.”
“Koala, start early and no one will be able to bully you again.”
She dropped her book and ran over excitedly.
“Big Brother Cassian, can I really learn?
Can I beat bad people like you?”
Cassian ruffled her hair.
“Of course you can.”
“With the God’s Knights teaching you personally, you’ll be able to knock a Celestial Dragon flying with one punch someday.”
The God’s Knights fell into silence.
For a moment, they genuinely considered resigning on the spot.
Teaching Cassian alone already seemed like trouble, now there were two more.
And Cassian himself, they doubted he could even endure basic physical training.
“Lord Cassian, training is not something to take lightly.”
“Especially Armament Haki.
It requires tempering the body and sharpening the will.
The process is extremely demanding.”
Saint Shepherd Somaz spoke up, trying to emphasize the difficulty.
“Even the most talented individuals need at least one or two years to grasp the basics.
For others, ten years is not uncommon.”
His meaning was clear, if Cassian was too incompetent, they could not afford to babysit him.
Cassian waved dismissively.
“Demanding?
Not for me.”
“I’m the chosen one.
I learn fast.”
He understood exactly how harsh training was for others.
But for him, all the drawbacks were transferred to Imu.
Fatigue, pain, muscle strain, all of it.
Even if he trained nonstop, only the benefits would remain with him.
The consequences belonged entirely to Imu.
This was essentially training with complete immunity to backlash.
Cassian stood up and stretched.
“Enough talking.
Let’s start.”
“What first, physical training or Haki?”
Saint Figarland Garling took a slow breath and decided to begin with the basics.
“We will start by improving your physique.
Please follow me to the training room.”
The God’s Knights’ training room was vast, comparable to a small gym.
It was fully equipped with various training tools, and the floor was made of a special, extremely durable alloy.
Garling pointed to a set of weighted gear.
“This set weighs thirty catties.
Please adapt to it first.”
Cassian picked up a weighted wristband and tested its heft.
“Only thirty?
Who are you underestimating?
Make it one hundred.”
Garling paused.
He strongly suspected Cassian did not understand what “adapt” meant.
But since Cassian insisted, he complied.
With one hundred catties of weight, an ordinary person would struggle to even walk, let alone run.
Cassian moved slightly and found it manageable.
Heavy, yes, but not enough to stop him.
He looked at Garling.
“How many laps?”
Garling nodded.
“Fifty laps around the training room.”
Each lap was about two hundred meters, making it ten thousand meters in total.
For elite fighters, that was merely a warm-up.
For someone like Cassian, it should have been overwhelming.
Without hesitation, Cassian started running.
The weight slowed his steps, but he felt no pain, not even the slightest strain.
At the same time, inside the Flower Room of the palace, Imu was calmly sipping an unknown beverage.
Suddenly, her legs became heavy, as if filled with lead.
A deep soreness spread through her muscles.
Imu set the cup down and glanced at her legs, which appeared completely normal on the surface.
Her expression twitched slightly.
How far had he run already, and she was feeling this level of exhaustion?
With a casual motion, a gentle force spread through her body, instantly erasing the fatigue.
With her abilities, this level of strain was insignificant.
“Run faster, you useless brat.”
Imu muttered under her breath, her tone laced with irritation.
She genuinely wanted Cassian to grow stronger.
If he improved, she would not have to endure these ridiculous side effects.
In his current state, anyone could easily overpower him.
If someone ever discovered that harming Cassian would affect her…
And if he were captured again…
Even with her overwhelming power, that weakness could become fatal.
To Imu, Cassian had become her greatest vulnerability.
And since he was a weakness, she would eliminate that flaw.
The fastest solution was simple.
Make him stronger, no matter what.