The pirate world is a hierarchical place that is extremely unfriendly to civilians, but it can also be a paradise for the strong.
Heaven is unjust; some are born with extraordinary talents, while others have average abilities.
Like Big Mom, one of the Four Emperors was powerful enough at the age of five to destroy a village of giants, while some pirates are weak and insignificant.
Yet, heaven is also fair. Everyone’s day is 24 hours, no more, no less.
Whether it’s the New World, the Grand Line, or the Four Seas, everyone’s day has the same number of seconds.
Those with talent and opportunities may become strong, but to stand at the top of the sea and overlook everyone, talent and hard work are indispensable.
Mosen claims that when it comes to hard work, he’s unmatched.
In 1509 of the Sea Calendar, it’s been five years since Mosen arrived. Ever since pirates killed his adoptive parents for three years, his daily routine hasn’t changed. Besides the unwavering five hours of sleep each day, all his time was spent honing himself.
Although his body had good talent, it was still far behind those monsters with the greatest strength.
After understanding from his adoptive parents’ tragic deaths that the strong can control everything, Mosen’s efforts to become stronger were beyond measure.
Becoming assertive is never by chance. Countless people obtained powerful Devil Fruits but remained weak as trash.
Three years of rigorous training is equivalent to others’ six or even eight years. His strength was well-deserved.
Just like the Navy Division called him a monster, they ignored the time and sweat he invested in becoming more muscular.
On the 188th day after obtaining the Smooth-Smooth Fruit, Mosen lived alone on this island for over half a year.
On the mountaintop, rain pours, accompanied by violent wind, with occasional lightning strikes from the dark clouds overhead.
Mosen had been training on the platform for an hour, holding the half-broken sword, “Whisper.”
Starting from basic sword techniques, Mosen practised each move slowly, like a beginner learning how to use a sword.
The strange thing was that although his swinging speed was slow, his blade would cut the rain curtain in front of him momentarily, and new raindrops would only fall afterward.
Mosen shaved his hair with the sword for convenience, leaving a buzz cut. Rainwater flowed down his scalp.
A few days ago, Mosen’s hair was extended in a ponytail. After a bath, his hair scattered, and his reflection looked like an absolute beauty. If not for his flat chest, who could tell his gender?
Mosen abandoned the old-fashioned gentlemanly style, fearing that he’d eventually turn himself gay.
Imagining himself coming out to himself made him shudder with goosebumps.
In the rain, Mosen’s sword techniques transitioned from formal to continuous, with increasing speed.
Gradually, Mosen closed his eyes, envisioning different scenes.
Hard training in a corner of the training ground, guidance from Captain Franca, his first battle with pirate Red-Eyes… ambushed and shot in the back, a fierce fight with Garush lasting 300 rounds, training tirelessly alone on the deserted island, the scenes fixed.
The techniques began to change.
Rapid Rising Dragon, Breaking Army, Flash Star
Killing Skill: Hell’s Shallow Song, Hell’s Requiem, Hell’s Other Shore
Suddenly, Mosen’s techniques transformed again, no longer as menacing and deadly as before. In the rain, it felt like silk and bamboo or like willow branches swaying in the wind, transitioning from solid and fierce to soft and lingering.
In the end, all the techniques merged into one.
Thunder roared, and a lightning bolt split the sky.
Mosen’s eyes snapped open, swinging his sword in a move that seemed slow but was fast. The rain curtain before him split, creating a vacuum under the sword’s trajectory, soon covered by the pouring rain.
Cutting Iron is a breakthrough!
“Hahahahahahaha, I finally broke through, who else? Who else?!”
With the breakthrough, there was no need to stay on the mountaintop.
After all, who likes to be foolishly drenched in rain for several hours?
In the cave, the originally one-person-sized cave had been expanded to the size of a room, with dense rows of minor characters carved on the stone walls, recording Mosen’s “great achievements.”
On the most prominent stone wall was a square “正” character, marking the days spent on the deserted island.
Out of the rain, the raindrops on Mosen’s skin slid off quickly. Apart from his shorts, he became dry instantly.
What a functional ability!
Taking off his shorts and boxers, he wrung the water out and hung them on a nearby wooden rack.
Sitting cross-legged on his self-made wooden bed by the wall, he closed his eyes, feeling the sensation from his recent breakthrough. The cave was silent, except for the sound of rain flowing outside…
“Another five days passed, and no ships came by. Talking about wandering the world, now I’m stuck on a deserted island. What a bitter life.”
“I wonder how Winslet is doing. He must miss my brotherly love after half a year. And little Kino must be crying missing me.”
“I don’t know if the navy base is slacking off without my strict training. Remember, more sweat in training, less blood in battle, young men.”
“I wonder if Franca got transferred to the Navy Headquarters. If so, it’s fine, but my previous bounties better not be cut.”
In his rare rest time, Mosen kept talking to himself to avoid going mad from the lonely island life.
“Ah, it’s a pity my handsome face is hidden in the deep mountains, unseen by the world. What a loss for humanity. The only one who knew, Garush, is dead.”
“I should’ve kept him alive for sparring… no, bad idea. What if he coveted my beauty? I wouldn’t sleep well. Better off dead. Only dead enemies are good enemies.”
Resting against a stone, Mosen suddenly rubbed his eyes and looked towards the distant sea.
“Huh? Huh? Holy crap, that’s a ship!”
Mosen jumped three feet high and ran to the pile of wet firewood he had prepared earlier, lighting it.
“Slide-Wind, make the smoke rise quickly, I need to leave this damned place. My mouth is so dry!”
Mosen used his developed fruit ability, sliding the surrounding air towards the fire to boost the smoke.
In the distance, a giant pirate ship was sailing on the sea.
A smoke column rose from the deserted island on the side.
“Captain, Captain, someone is signaling for help from that uncharted island!”
“Huh? Oh wow, what a lucky guy. Turn towards the island, let’s go!”
“What a busybody you are, Captain.”
“Well, well, who isn’t?”
The ship turned, revealing the pirate flag hidden by the sails: a skull over crossed red-handled swords, with a red scar over the left eye socket!
Such terror!!
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