The entire warship reeked. Halse was in his quarters, doing push-ups.
Unfortunately, the wooden planks on the ship weren’t sturdy enough to support Halse doing push-ups with heavy weights.
Halse’s training and meditation had evolved significantly from before.
The basic version required complete stillness. The intermediate version allowed movement, but maintaining the state required constant mental effort.
Perhaps the advanced version would be passive.
Of course, Halse wasn’t sure and didn’t speculate.
He continued training, meditating while exercising.
Halse’s negative emotions accumulated greatly, many recently coming from Vice Admiral Doberman, primarily because the ship stank.
Yes, it stank.
Some people rushed to the toilets and started relieving themselves, but they had to vomit as well.
Naturally, the toilets got filthy, so they began cleaning them.
Every toilet was dirty.
Halse said nothing.
He didn’t need to use the toilet. He cast a spell on himself and went to the sea. Even if a Sea King passed by, he wouldn’t worry—they couldn’t bite through him.
The worlds of One Piece and Naruto differed greatly: one had high attack and low defense, while the other had both.
In One Piece, people could be slashed without much trouble and keep fighting, but in Naruto, everyone was fragile.
Except for those with Uzumaki bloodline or Sage Mode, they were all weak.
Halse was different from both.
An axe could ambush and injured Garp, but Halse couldn’t.
If someone tried to cut him, at most, the axe would break, and his clothes would tear, but he wouldn’t be hurt.
His skin was tough.
Unlike Big Mom’s iron skin, which was hard but left her internal organs and brain vulnerable, Halse’s entire body, inside and out, was resilient.
Don’t ask why Halse’s brain wasn’t destroyed during his initial body training—it was strengthened from the start.
Body training continuously strengthened Halse without changing his body’s characteristics. His skin didn’t harden, and his hair didn’t stiffen.
Some people knew Halse had a Devil Fruit ability, some knew it was unique, and some knew he could transform into a dragon. Few had complete information.
Vice Admiral Doberman, for instance, had access to detailed information.
But no one knew everything about Halse.
For example, the source of his fruit’s power.
Doberman knew Halse wasn’t afraid of water or Seastone. Seastone weapons couldn’t cut Halse.
Among the Marines, Halse had the toughest body without using Armament Haki or Iron Body.
But others didn’t know this.
Or they shouldn’t know.
Doberman knew because he was part of Garp’s faction, and it was classified information.
Halse avoided dealing with the genius scientist Vegapunk because of one line in the Z movie, calling him a mad scientist.
Scary.
Halse didn’t want to meet someone like that.
Who knows what he might do to him?
The Pacifista’s laser might come from Kizaru, but that’s because Kizaru’s fruit was strong. Halse’s fruit was extraordinary.
A Devil Fruit immune to seawater.
And extremely powerful, capable of creating an emperor-level figure. Its value could exceed billions of Berries.
Moreover, the fruit granted immortality, surpassing the 5 billion value of the Ope Ope no Mi.
Halse used wind magic to create a large wind sphere, isolating seawater, making him a more typical ability user.
Aokiji could freeze the sea, so Halse could part the waters.
Fish excrete in the sea, so Halse could too. He used Water Purification, like flushing a toilet.
Those things were naturally cleaned away.
Recently, Halse rarely left his quarters except for meals.
The outside was too smelly.
Really smelly.
The toilets weren’t thoroughly cleaned, emitting a constant stench. Their clothes carried faint odors of stomach acid and curry, along with other smells.
These scents were extremely nauseating to Halse.
When leaving his quarters, Halse used Wind Purification to clean the surrounding air.
He used this spell continuously here too.
There were always some odors wafting around.
Some might say, just clean everything once and for all, right?
No, no, no.
Using Wind Purification repeatedly was a hassle, but it wasn’t always necessary, and others constantly provided Halse with negative emotions.
An entire warship’s worth of people—Halse profited.
Big time.
And it had been raining heavily recently, so clothes dried slowly.
Especially during storms.
A storm on land was manageable, but at sea, it felt like a tsunami.
Luckily, there wasn’t a storm, which was fortunate.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have set sail. The navigator had strong weather forecasting abilities.
But the clothes on the ship, not fully dried, started to mold.
Some male Marines had few clothes and wore them for several days.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Their training volume was high, making them sweat a lot.
Some had only two sets of clothes, most were damaged, and they couldn’t wear their uniforms, so they wore what they had.
So, if they wore just pants, another problem arose.
Their legs also sweat.
Now everyone smelled.
Vice Admiral Doberman ordered a few days of rest to clean the ship instead of training.
Why didn’t Halse help?
Doberman thought the graduates were too delicate, vomiting while he was fine. He thought their reaction was excessive.
To be honest, it wasn’t too bad.
For example, a good-looking man walking sassily and blowing kisses wouldn’t be much of an issue; he would just be seen as flamboyant or effeminate.
But if it was a dark, ugly, fat guy?
Everything he did would be disgusting, his very existence revolting.
Halse looked decent, not ugly, and was a quiet child. Before this exam, he was seen as an honest person, just not bullied.
Of course, that was just Halse. Look at Momonosuke; he’s also a child, but everyone wants him dead.
Becoming Pirate King is optional, but Momonosuke must die.
This sentiment wasn’t baseless.
Halse planned to kill Momonosuke, too.
He just wondered how to kill him without affecting his pursuit of his sister.
Halse was a malicious man.
He planned to leave nothing of Momonosuke.
What if someone found materials to resurrect him and brought him back?
Especially his sister.
It’d be awkward to court her then.
But Halse was vicious.
He wanted to confiscate Momonosuke’s tools for committing crimes, making him unhappy, and Halse happy.
Then killing him would be even better.
But there were other ways.
Confiscate his tools and send him to Kamabakka Kingdom.
But thinking of Sanji, who adapted there, close associations might influence Momonosuke to enjoy it.
Halse thought for a moment.
Maybe cut his tools, then feminize him, and have Kaido or Orochi kill him, leaving no body, and then Halse could avenge him, gaining Kiku’s favor?
What a great plan.
Halse applauded his cleverness.
Clap, clap, clap.
Halse was never a forgiving man. If you angered him, you might find out what a “blood eagle” is.
Using this method on Momonosuke was too kind.
Halse would show him true cruelty.
But that couldn’t be described.
Halse hated Momonosuke for being lecherous, using his youth to grope Nami and Robin with a disgusting face.
Even Kizaru seemed less lecherous.
Momonosuke was the worst.
If he dared touch Hancock. . . .
Look, that stone statue looks like him, Halse’s perpetual annoyance, Momonosuke.
Halse wasn’t interested in becoming Pirate King. Some sought treasure, but Rayleigh, coating ships and selling himself, showed it lacked money.
Halse was wealthy, owning 1% of the world’s assets.
Some thought the treasure was the Void Century’s history, but Halse wasn’t interested. He just wanted to topple the Celestial Dragons.
Some said it was a Devil Fruit, but Halse, with the world’s strongest fruit, didn’t care.
Why did I go off-topic?
Back to the point.
The next elite exam was in six months, allowing time for the injured to recover and prepare.
Even One Piece characters needed time for injuries to heal.
Halse continued his days while others stayed angry.
“Fufufufu, damn Mihawk.”
“Crash!” A wine bottle shattered on the floor, spilling its expensive contents.
“Doffy, calm down.”
Trebol said.
“Let me calm down, get away.”
Though family, Trebol was still resented by Doflamingo, likely because his sticky Beta-Beta Fruit made him gross.
Recently, Doflamingo had been in a foul mood.
This started six months ago.
Halse included Doflamingo in a novel, in which he falls for Crocodile and competes with Kuma and Ivankov for his affection.
They did strange things together.
Yes, together.
Doflamingo couldn’t stand this indignity, but the author’s identity was well-protected.
Doflamingo couldn’t kill Halse.
Plus, the World Government protected the author.
“Doffy, don’t be so angry, you’ve smashed things worth billions recently.”
Trebol glanced at the wine-soaked floor. Doflamingo’s temper wasted several bottles of expensive wine.
As the underworld king “Joker,” Doflamingo’s reputation was falling, especially as someone in the underworld loved Halse’s novels and discussed them with him.
They assumed the author included Doflamingo as a friend and wanted to be recommended into the story.
Though not public, it infuriated Doflamingo.
So, the underworld lost a disgusting person.
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