“Take off your clothes and turn around.” Ace stood up, his tall body casting a shadow in the sunlight.
“Huh?
Why?” Although Sabo was puzzled, out of absolute trust in Ace, he obediently took off his tailcoat and turned his back to Ace.
Ace stepped forward, raised his right hand, and a cluster of bright crimson-gold flames instantly wrapped around his entire palm.
“Don’t move.” Ace’s tone was steady, and his palm burning with divine fire pressed directly onto Sabo’s right shoulder.
“Hiss—!” Sabo instinctively gasped, his body instantly tensing up, thinking he would be burned by the terrifying high temperature.
However, the next second, he was stunned.
There was no expected pain of flesh being scorched.
The moment that crimson-gold flame touched his body, it turned into an extremely pure, gentle, and majestic warm current, which, like a hot spring, seeped through his skin pores directly into the depths of his shoulder blade!
“This is?!” Sabo widened his eyes in shock.
He could clearly feel that the warm current was wandering through his body.
Those subtle tears and bone wear hidden in the gaps of the muscle fibers, which even he himself usually couldn’t detect, were being rapidly healed and reorganized under the wrapping of this crimson-gold flame at an incredible speed!
In just over ten seconds, when Ace withdrew his palm, Sabo only felt his entire right side was unprecedentedly relaxed and clear.
That heavy, sluggish feeling that had accompanied him for several years had been completely swept away!
“Your flames can actually heal?!” Sabo turned around and looked at Ace like he was a monster.
He was a Mera Mera no Mi user himself and knew the attributes of flames too well.
Flames can only bring destruction; how could they bring rebirth?!
“This is the authority of Suzaku.” Ace’s expression was calm, and he didn’t explain too much.
He not only healed Sabo’s shoulder but also smoothed out several other extremely minor strains in Sabo’s body.
“As the First Mate of the Eclipse, if your body retains such low-level flaws, it will embarrass me in the future.” Ace picked up the big machete on the side and carried it on his shoulder, a calm sharpness flashing in his black eyes.
“For the next two months, we will stay on this island.” Ace’s gaze swept across the boundless primeval jungle, as if looking at an excellent testing ground.
“There is plenty of food and no Marine surveillance.
Before completely integrating the fruit ability with Haki, the eclipse does not need to set sail.” “Just what I wanted.” Feeling his peak physical condition completely restored, Sabo gripped the alloy long staff in his hand, and a fiery fighting spirit burned in his blue eyes as well.
…
Two months of time, for this isolated desert island, was like an extremely long catastrophe.
The Eclipse twins launched extremely crazy destruction and development here.
Deep in the jungle, deafening roars and soaring flames erupted every day.
Those ancient exotic beasts that once dominated this island completely became living targets and reserve food for the two brothers to practice their ability control.
Sabo’s fire fist had already taken the initial form of the terrifying scale that could destroy several warships in the original work; And Ace was constantly familiarizing himself with the transformation between semi-beast form and complete beast form.
His terrifying body, combined with Suzaku’s high temperature and Haki, could easily melt a cliff into a flowing sea of magma with a wave of his hand.
Until this day, when the island’s entire ecosystem was almost completely leveled by the two.
On the coast, on the deck of the eclipse.
“Two months of fully enclosed testing, the connection between physical arts, Haki, and fruit abilities has been completely polished.” Ace put on a brand-new dark red windbreaker and stood at the bow.
His upright figure looked even more heavy and abyssal in the sea breeze, and the pressure he exuded with every movement was more restrained than two months ago, yet also more suffocating.
“We are setting off, Sabo.
Go weigh anchor.” Ace looked at Sabo, who was standing at the helm, and gave the order in a calm tone.
“Understood, Captain.” Sabo adjusted his top hat, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The heavy steel anchor was slowly pulled up, and the pure black mainsail was filled with the sea breeze.
The eclipse was like a black behemoth that had been dormant for a long time, finally tearing through the thick fog of this southwest sea area, leaving the ravaged, nameless desert island far behind.
Ace stood at the bow, calmly watching the outline of the town appearing faintly at the end of the horizon.
“First stop, Orange Town.”