15
Can a Squinty-Eyed Person with Glasses Not Be a Big Shot?
One Piece World.
East Blue, Shimotsuki Village, Shimotsuki Dojo.
Luke opened his eyes, a golden gleam flashing across his body. Then, an invisible aura burst forth from his tall frame before settling down.
Quanzhi Fashi Luke had given him a pleasant surprise. Qi cultivation emphasized dual cultivation of body and soul. As one of the Eight Great Divine Spells of Taoism, the Golden Light Charm was remarkably effective in tempering both. While Quanzhi Fashi Luke might not be particularly strong, his foundation was solid, which greatly benefited Luke.
“But I clearly want to become a great swordsman. Why is my physical prowess growing stronger and stronger?”
He couldn’t help but complain. When he logged in earlier, Naruto Luke mentioned that Might Guy had returned to the village recently and planned to teach him the Eight Gates Formation. Once he mastered it, he would practice it thoroughly and share it with the other Lukes.
“Why don’t you practice it yourself?”
“I am practicing it ‘myself’,” Naruto Luke said with an innocent expression, then explained that being in the village made it inconvenient for him to train in physical techniques. He saw his role as a battery for the Lukes, extracting chakra to increase their overall energy reserves.
With the addition of two new members, Naruto Luke’s foundation and talent had improved again, and his chakra extraction speed was astonishingly fast. Last month, it was 1.3 Garp units, and this month, it had already reached 1.8 Garp units.
According to him, the current upper limit was around 12 Garp units. However, as long as new Lukes joined or Lukes from worlds where cultivation could strengthen the body and mind made breakthroughs, this limit would expand.
Finally, Naruto Luke tried to persuade him to abandon swordsmanship for physical training.
Hawkeye might be cool, but Garp wasn’t bad either!
Considering he wasn’t even a swordsman yet, Luke didn’t firmly refuse. Having strong physical skills wasn’t a bad idea. If he ever found himself outmatched in swordsmanship, he could just throw away his sword and use his fists to reason with the opponent.
Tap, tap, tap.
The door was knocked. Luke walked over to open it. The senior disciple outside took a step back instinctively upon seeing his burly physique.
Luke: (。_。)
Senior Disciple: （゜一゜）
He felt that Junior Disciple Luke had grown even taller—almost 2.5 meters now. It was just absurd.
The senior disciple was only about fifteen or sixteen, with a slender build and a height barely reaching 1.6 meters. His eyes were level with Luke’s crotch.
The senior disciple couldn’t help but glance at the area where Luke’s loose training clothes outlined his form. As a teenager beginning to care about certain things, he felt as if his Dao heart had shattered.
“Junior Disciple, do you have some secret to growing so tall and so… robust?” The senior disciple struggled to rephrase his words.
He wanted to grow like that too.
Height didn’t matter much, but at least let him be that robust!
“Eat more.”
The senior disciple’s eyes lit up. “Is there something you eat to grow so big… I mean, robust.”
Luke blinked. “Don’t we all eat at the dojo?”
The senior disciple silently recalled that their sword training required immense physical energy, so they all had big appetites. However, while the others just ate a few extra bowls of rice, this guy… ate directly from a bucket.
Could eating more make you more robust?
He silently resolved to become a big eater from now on. No particular reason—just felt that at his age, he should eat more while he was still growing.
Seeing his senior disciple lost in thought, Luke asked, “Senior Disciple, what did you need me for?”
“Oh, the master wants to see you. He asked you to go to his room.” The senior disciple replied absentmindedly, then couldn’t resist glancing at Luke again. He coughed twice and stammered, “Junior Disciple… are you sure there’s no other secret?”
Hearing the shy, curious tone in his voice, Luke’s slow, rusty brain finally understood what the senior disciple meant.
If you asked if there was a secret, well, there was.
All you had to do was get hit by a truck, die, reincarnate in another world with a body that was already well-developed, awaken a mysterious space that could share talents, and then have a few other versions of yourself from different worlds share their foundations and talents.
“Senior Disciple, it’s fine. Small is cute too.”
He patted the senior disciple’s shoulder, comforting him gently, as if he heard something shatter.
Probably just his imagination.
Walking along the corridor, Luke arrived at Koshiro Shimotsuki’s room. He politely knocked on the door and entered only after hearing the master’s gentle voice from inside.
“Hello, Master.”
“Have a seat.”
Luke lowered his over-two-meter-tall frame onto the thin cushion, sitting upright and pretending to be a well-behaved child.
In truth, he had always believed Koshiro was a hidden expert. Although he never officially fought in the original story, he was able to teach Zoro the secrets of being a swordsman.
Between Koshiro being a hidden powerhouse and Koshiro merely being skilled in theory, Luke leaned toward the former. Why?
Koshiro wore glasses and had narrowed eyes.
Everyone who wore glasses was scheming, and everyone with narrowed eyes was a big shot.
Koshiro, who combined both, was definitely a scheming big shot!
Thus, Luke always acted docile and pure in front of Koshiro.
Koshiro looked at his disciple, who had grown even taller, and the deformed cushion beneath him, feeling complicated.
This was already the eighth cushion that had been ruined. Child, why must you sit so properly on the cushion every time you come? You don’t have to be so formal. Your formality isn’t the issue—it’s that buying cushions costs money.
“Luke, how long have you been here?”
Luke calculated the days. “Almost a year.”
“Oh, it’s been that long.” Koshiro’s voice carried a hint of nostalgia. “I remember when you first arrived, you were so…”
He originally wanted to say “so small,” but upon reflection, this guy was already two meters tall when he arrived, a head taller than himself.
“…so inexperienced. Now you’ve become so mature and reliable.”
Koshiro managed to smooth over his words.
“Master, you flatter me. Everything I’ve achieved is thanks to your guidance.”
“Hehe, what guidance could I possibly offer? It’s all your extraordinary talent.” Koshiro sighed meaningfully.
Whether it was Devil Fruit ability users, physical technique masters, or sword masters, the foundation of their strength was a powerful body.
Physical technique practitioners, needless to say, tempering the body was instinctive. Swordsmen also needed strong physiques to execute sword techniques and face enemies. Even Devil Fruit ability users, who relied less on physical strength, needed stamina to activate their abilities.
His disciple’s physique was exceptionally powerful, with a vitality and vigor he had never seen before. It was certain that he would become a formidable powerhouse in the future.
“Your talent shouldn’t be confined to this small place. Eagles need the sky to soar. Freedom is a man’s romance.”
Luke hadn’t taken this conversation seriously at first, but as he listened, he suddenly realized—Koshiro was trying to kick him out!
A sudden sense of crisis made Luke’s brain spin like it had been doused in a whole can of lubricant. Rationality returned, and his clever intellect took the high ground.
He immediately waved his hands repeatedly. “Master, please don’t say that. I’ve been here for less than a year. I’m still a child.”
“No, you are already very reliable. You are the strongest in the dojo. It’s time for you to go out and gain experience.”
Koshiro forced a smile and made the purpose of this conversation clear.
Luke’s eyes reddened instantly. Such a great place where he could eat and live for free and even had free sparring partners—he didn’t want to leave so soon and return to the perilous outside world.
He was still that pitiful, weak, and helpless Luke.