“Let’s go outside to fight, don’t break the house.” Twilight Allen looked at Frien.
…
Outside the house, Twilight Allen and Frien stood facing each other from dozens of meters apart.
“Begin, but don’t take each other’s lives.” Although he said “each other,” Whitebeard looked at Twilight Allen, clearly intending to remind him not to go too hard.
As soon as the words fell, Frien picked up his big blade and charged at Twilight Allen, preparing to strike first.
Frien had been with Whitebeard for quite some time and knew that if the person in front of him could gain Whitebeard’s approval, he must have some real skill.
Although he didn’t think he would lose, he still intended to give it his all.
“Kid, take this!
Don’t blame me if you get hurt.” Frien shouted while slashing his big blade at Twilight Allen.
Raising his sword to block and feeling the strength behind the blade, Twilight Allen’s lips curled up.
“You’ve got some strength.” Immediately, Twilight Allen exerted force to deflect the big blade, opened up some distance, and slashed at Frien with his sword in one hand.
“One Sword Style, Caress Slash.” A blue sword energy flew toward Frien.
“Flying slash?
A Master Swordsman?” The crew members watching the battle were full of surprise.
Watching the incoming slash, cold sweat instantly broke out on Frien’s face.
Without time to think, he raised his big blade to block the sword energy.
With a snap, the big blade broke in two.
Although the sword energy dissipated, the recoil sent Frien flying back three meters.
Before Frien could recover, a snow-white double-edged sword was pressed against his throat.
“You lost.” “I lost.
Please take care of me from now on, Captain.” Frien revealed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, but he wasn’t a sore loser and readily acknowledged Twilight Allen’s status as captain.
“Gurararara, little ones, Twilight Allen is now the captain of the Third Division.
Do you still have any objections?” Seeing the battle end, Whitebeard announced that Twilight Allen’s position as captain was confirmed.
No crew member dared to stand up and object; Frien was already the strongest among them besides the division captains.
Whitebeard saw no one else coming out to object.
“Then, to celebrate the joining of our new crew member, let’s have a banquet, little ones!” “Oh!!!
Time to party!” Many people shouted excitedly.
Twilight Allen sheathed his sword and pulled up the fallen Frien.
“Thank you for holding back, Captain Twilight Allen.” Frien knew Twilight Allen hadn’t used his full strength, otherwise, he couldn’t have escaped injury against a Master Swordsman.
“Hahaha, we’re all brothers fighting together from now on; naturally, I wouldn’t go too hard on you.” Twilight Allen replied with a face full of smiles.
Finally, he had witnessed the hallmark of pirates: a banquet.
When he used to watch One Piece, he would complain that these people would throw a banquet whenever anything happened.
Now that it was his turn, he understood.
A bunch of rough men—what else would they do when they encounter something happy if not have a banquet?
Fencing?
Eating the meat of unknown Sea Kings and drinking mead looted from Allen, cup after cup, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.
“Captain Twilight Allen, this wine of yours is suitable for women to drink; it’s too sweet and doesn’t hit the spot.” Several crew members complained to Twilight Allen after learning the source of the wine.
“Oh, come on, it’s not like you’re drinking any less just because it doesn’t taste good.” Having been forced to drink dozens of cups, Twilight Allen said speechlessly.
Twilight Allen spent his first night as an official pirate at the banquet.
The night passed without incident.
“Ah, achoo!” A sneeze woke Twilight Allen up.
He rubbed his eyes and found pirates lying helter-skelter all over the beach by the sea.
Twilight Allen’s muscles tensed instantly, but then he relaxed.
“Damn it, I’m a pirate myself now.” “But this habit of sleeping on the street whenever they get drunk is really unbearable.
This sea breeze at night is cold enough.” Twilight Allen didn’t disturb the sleeping crew members; he picked up the Snow Goose and walked into the distance, preparing to complete today’s physical training.
…
At noon, having finished his morning exercises, Twilight Allen wiped the sweat from his brow and walked back to the base house.
A group of pirates was eating brunch in small groups.
“Yo, Twilight Allen, you’re really diligent, only coming back now.” Duke put down the meat in his hand and praised Twilight Allen.
“You lazy bum, Twilight Allen is a man who is going to become an officer.” First Division Captain Luobuma teased Duke.
“Snipers rely mainly on talent; what’s the use of hard work?” Duke glared at First Division Captain Luobuma with dissatisfaction.
These two were the other two division captains; Duke was the Second Division Captain and a sniper.
And First Division Captain Luobuma was the First Division Captain, a Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit user.
That’s right, it was the same Logia-type Sand-Sand Fruit that Crocodile would have more than 30 years later.
It seemed this First Division Captain’s luck wasn’t very good later on; he didn’t know where he had kicked the bucket, otherwise, Crocodile wouldn’t have obtained the reborn Sand-Sand Fruit.
Twilight Allen guessed he died in the God Valley battle; otherwise, there was no reason for First Division Captain Luobuma, who was much stronger than Crocodile, not to survive until the plot began.
This also indirectly explained why Whitebeard hit so hard when Crocodile challenged him.
He probably saw the Sand-Sand Fruit and was reminded of the past, even though it had nothing to do with Crocodile.
Poor kid.
“Oh, Duke, First Division Captain Luobuma, you’ve already started eating?
Where’s the food?” “The kitchen is in the back, go get it yourself.
We slept until noon after drinking last night; we both woke up hungry and ran straight here to eat.
Don’t blame us for not calling you.” Duke explained apologetically.
“It’s fine, I’ll just go eat myself.” Twilight Allen waved his hand casually and walked to the kitchen.
“Wow, it really is all meat.” Twilight Allen looked at the various kinds of unknown creature meat on the kitchen table and was speechless.
He picked a few things that would fill his stomach; Twilight Allen wasn’t picky about food.
After finishing lunch, Twilight Allen found Whitebeard.
“Brother Newgate, can I ask you for advice on how to awaken Armament Haki?” Whitebeard glanced at Twilight Allen and then set off, walking outside.
“Follow me.” Twilight Allen hurriedly followed Whitebeard out.
Before long, the two arrived at the seaside.
“Haki is a potential power that everyone in this world possesses; this power is innate.” “Except for Conqueror’s Haki, Observation Haki and Armament Haki can be grown through acquired training.” “Your Observation Haki is not bad, so I won’t say much; just train it slowly on your own later.” “As for Armament Haki, you need to try to draw it out from your body.” Whitebeard patiently explained to Twilight Allen.
Twilight Allen nodded upon hearing this.
“Then how should I draw it out?” Whitebeard grinned and laughed.
“Gurararara, that’s simple.” After speaking, he raised his fist and charged at Twilight Allen, punching him in the face.
Twilight Allen flew backward and rolled three times.
Twilight Allen was stunned by the punch.
He spat out the sand in his mouth.
“Pfft.
Pfft.
I say, Brother, what are you doing?” “Gurararara, if you want to guide Armament Haki, there aren’t many techniques.
Just take a beating.
When you feel the pain is unbearable, you’ll find a way to bring out Armament Haki to defend yourself.” Whitebeard answered with a smile, and after finishing, he threw another punch at Twilight Allen.
“How do you manage to make wanting to beat me up sound so elegant and refined?” Twilight Allen complained while crossing his hands to block Whitebeard’s fist.
“Hiss…
that really hurts like hell.”