“Come on, Brother Newgate.” Allen planted his feet in a horse stance, preparing to receive Whitebeard’s gift.
With a thud, Allen was sent flying backward again, a bruise appearing on his face.
Allen looked at Whitebeard angrily.
“Old Six, can you stop aiming for my face every time?
And give me a heads-up before you attack, hey!” “Gurararara, only injuries on your face will make you remember the pain.
Besides, I want to catch you off guard so your body will gradually form a subconscious reflex to communicate with the Haki within.” Whitebeard watched Allen with amusement.
“Your logic is flawless!” Allen rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything more.
After another round of punches and kicks, Allen lay flat on his back on the beach in a spread-eagled position, his heaving chest showing that he was still alive.
With a look of despair, he thought, “Still can’t feel it.
Looks like the journey of getting beaten up must continue.” “Gurararara, take a break, kid Allen.
Try to focus more on sensing your own body rather than just thinking about how to withstand my fists.” Whitebeard found a rock to sit on, took out the wine he was carrying, took a swig, and said to Allen.
“Sense my own body?
Why does this feel like the inner energy cultivation from a xianxia novel?” Allen thought speechlessly.
Suddenly thinking of something, Allen hurriedly closed his eyes.
“Doesn’t my Observation Haki allow me to communicate with all things?
Can I communicate with my own body then?” Thinking this, Allen projected his Observation Haki into his own body.
“Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—nothing special.” Just as he probed his lower abdomen, Allen’s expression shifted in shock.
A swirling mass of mist was floating in his lower abdomen.
“What the hell, this really has become a xianxia novel.
Is this inner energy?
Qi Refining stage?” Allen thought, his mind breaking down.
“No, this must be the Haki hidden within the human body.” He controlled his Observation Haki to probe it—one second, two seconds, three seconds.
“Hnn-hoo-hnn-hoo.” A snoring sound entered Allen’s mind.
Allen instantly felt like crying.
“I’m lying here on the ground panting like a dog after getting hammered, and you’re in here sleeping and snoring loudly?” “Sleep my ass, get up and party!” Allen immediately controlled his Observation Haki to form a frying pan and angrily smacked it toward the mass of mist.
“Ouch, who, who, who is hitting me?” “Stop with the ‘who’ business, get up and go to work.” Allen again controlled his Observation Haki to form a hand and grabbed at the mist.
Allen, lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light in them.
He immediately scrambled up, extended his fist, and channeled all his strength toward it.
The once ordinary fist was now emitting a glow, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be surrounded by mist.
Whitebeard, who was drinking nearby, nearly spat out all the wine in his mouth upon seeing this.
He stared at Allen with wide eyes as if looking at a monster.
“Half a day yesterday, plus half a day today—you mastered Armament Haki in one day?
You little monster.” “Brother Newgate, I feel like I’m terrifyingly strong.
Let’s fight.” Saying this, he raised his Haki-imbued fist and punched toward Newgate.
…
At the lunch table, Allen, whose face was even more swollen than yesterday, radiated an almost tangible aura of resentment.
He kept stuffing meat into his mouth, as if to vent all his anger on it.
The members of the Third Division at the same table were nearly holding in their laughter until it hurt; some didn’t even dare to look at Allen, thinking about the saddest things in their lives for fear of laughing out loud.
First Division Captain Luobuma, Duke, and their group at the next table had no such reservations.
They clutched their stomachs, slapped the table, and pointed at Allen, laughing.
“Hahahaha, Allen has grown up, daring to challenge the boss.
I was wondering why his face was especially swollen today.” Duke even stood up and mimicked Allen’s tone.
“Ahem…
I am terrifyingly strong now.
Hahahaha.” He couldn’t hold back and started laughing halfway through the imitation.
Allen kept stuffing meat into his mouth and occasionally took a swig of wine.
If not for the increasing number of # symbols appearing on his forehead, one might really think he didn’t hear them.
Just then, Frien, hearing Duke mimic Allen, couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing with a snort, then hurriedly covered his mouth, looking at Allen with a terrified expression.
Allen completely snapped.
He dropped the meat in his hand and walked toward the brats of the Third Division.
Bang, bang, slap, thud.
“Captain, I wasn’t laughing!
It was Frien laughing, why are you hitting me?” “Your breathing hurt me.” The same screaming sound as Tom’s rang out once again.
Seeing Allen flying into a rage out of shame, the brats from the First and Second Divisions laughed even louder.
After venting his anger, Allen clapped his hands, ignored the resentful gazes of his subordinates, and walked out of the cafeteria.
He couldn’t stay in this place anymore…
“Damn it, I thought that after awakening Armament Haki, I could trade a few blows with Whitebeard.
I’ll have to train twice as hard in the future and pay it all back someday.” Allen muttered to himself.
You have to admit, the old master is still the old master.
Thus, Allen began a disciplined life on Hachinosu.
After his morning physical training, he would go to the beach to find giant rocks, punching them with his Haki-imbued fists to train his Haki, and in the afternoon, he would continue to practice sword swings in the ocean.
From time to time, he would go to spar with First Division Captain Luobuma and Duke.
With Armament Haki awakened, he could finally land hits on First Division Captain Luobuma.
As for using water to negate the elementalization of the Sand-Sand Fruit?
Playing so dirty against comrades who would be fighting together in the future?
As for sparring with Duke, it was indeed excellent for training Observation Haki.
It must be said that Duke’s marksmanship was truly superb; bullets covered in Armament Haki from hundreds of meters away often kept Allen scrambling.
Initially, Duke was unwilling to spar when approached.
He claimed that a sniper’s job was to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy from the shadows, and that sparring wasn’t his strong suit.
But after Allen promised to only dodge and not get close to him, Duke eagerly agreed.
You just don’t want to get beaten up, do you?
However, after that time, Allen never went to challenge Whitebeard again, because he already understood the gap between them, and he still had a long way to go.
Thus, a month passed in training and sparring, and the days were dull yet fulfilling.
One afternoon, Allen was practicing sword swings in the sea.
From time to time, his sword aura would slash a gap into the ocean, which would only return to calm after a few seconds.
“I’m slowly learning to imbue my sword with Haki.” Allen thought, looking at the Snow Goose in his hand.
In the original work, swordsmen could use Armament Haki to nourish their swords, thereby turning their weapons into black blades.
But as far as is currently known, only two people have achieved this: one is the Wano Country Great Swordsman Ryuma’s black blade Shusui, and the other is Hawkeye’s yoru 30-plus years later.
“But my Snow Goose is completely white.
According to the principles of dyeing, isn’t this harder than ordinary swords?” Allen thought speechlessly.
“Captain…
Captain…” Just then, shouts from Third Division members came from afar.
“What is it?” Allen asked, looking at the member.
“Captain Allen, we are preparing to set sail.
The boss asked me to call you over.”