That night, Gray understood Vice Admiral Tsuru’s words.
She had never seen anyone train like Mosen.
Using their regular training equipment, Mosen added several hundred kilograms of weight to the basic physical and strength exercises. He went through various routines: bench presses, sit-ups, squats, frog jumps, and push-ups.
Each exercise set was more than ten times the volume of what they did, not to mention the weight he was carrying.
Mosen, shirtless, wearing only shorts and barefoot, completed these routines in three hours.
Not only Gray but also the female soldiers on the ship were stunned.
Initially, they only had eyes for Mosen’s face, his bare chest, eight-pack abs, and then his muscular legs. And yes, even his third leg.
By the end, everyone’s eyes were focused on his calm, serene face.
Unlike during the day, Mosen’s face was solemn under the bright moonlight, as if he carried a halo of purity.
It was as though this training was a form of spiritual practice for him.
And indeed, it was. Training had become a natural behaviour, an instinct ingrained in his body.
This training instinct was embedded in him, just like eating when hungry, drinking when thirsty, and sleeping when tired.
So, every female soldier who watched him train that night was deeply moved.
There were no shortcuts to becoming strong. Even the best Devil Fruit would only be useful with matching determination and action.
There were many powerful Devil Fruits, but how many became top-tier powerhouses?
Drake was equally impacted. Was this the same playful young man he had met in the dorm that afternoon?
“If I had trained like him, maybe my father wouldn’t have scolded me. Maybe I wouldn’t be so weak.”
This realisation hit Drake hard. Recognising this before even joining the rookie camp would have ensured his growth far beyond what was depicted in the anime.
Many people’s life paths quietly shifted at that moment, steering towards unknown futures.
Mosen was used to being watched… wait, let me think… no, this is different!
He suddenly realised that it wasn’t burly men watching him.
These were girls! Though some female soldiers were muscular and robust, they were also slender and delicate.
Under the bright moonlight, Mosen noticed a few petite, pretty nurses.
His training-focused spirit seemed to awaken. Training so hard with so many girls watching wouldn’t get him anywhere.
Fortunately, he realised it now and still had time to salvage the situation.
Shaking off the sweat, Mosen’s skin glowed under the moonlight, as a halo of light surrounded him. He seemed like a perfect prince blessed by the moon goddess.
He subtly turned towards the nurses, ignoring the few female soldiers over two meters tall with arms thicker than his legs.
Joking aside, those women had been staring between his legs. Don’t think I didn’t notice.
Don’t look at me. Even if you do, it won’t help; we’re not compatible in size!
Sensing Mosen’s charming gaze, the nurses and a few other female soldiers blushed and felt weak.
“I’ve hinted so obviously, why aren’t they coming over?” Mosen wondered. His charm level should be at MAX.
“Maybe I need to pretend to be exhausted and faint. That would give them a chance to help me.
Good idea, I’m a genius!”
With that thought, Mosen pretended to stumble and fall to the deck, the weights crashing loudly.
The female soldiers panicked and rushed to Mosen’s side.
The nurses were the first to reach him, ready to check his condition.
“I’m out of breath. I might need CPR,” Mosen said weakly.
“I’ll do it. My lung capacity is the highest,” said a booming voice from a three-meter-tall female officer.
Seeing the nurse’s reaction, Mosen’s face turned green with fear.
Her mouth is bigger than my face. Is she going to eat me?
Mosen appeared at the deck’s edge in a flash, acting surprised. “Wow, I suddenly feel fine. How miraculous.”
At that moment,
A cold aura enveloped the deck, and a chilling voice rang out.
“Humph! What are you all fussing about? Go back to rest. Training starts at 5 AM sharp tomorrow!”
At her command,
Gray’s authority was unquestionable. All the female soldiers dispersed immediately.
Gray’s face was darker than ever. That guy never had good intentions. She had worried he might overtrain and damage his muscles.
Worried for nothing!
Gray had never seen such antics. She’d have challenged him to a duel if she weren’t outmatched.
Glaring at Mosen, she disappeared into the shadows.
Drake, deeply confused, couldn’t understand this abrupt change of events. This turn was too sharp for his nineteen years of experience.
Seeing Mosen’s fearful expression, Drake felt he deserved it.
He had worried for him. Taking a final look at his peculiar roommate, Drake returned to the room.
Mosen, still shaken, grabbed his sword, [Kite], and began practising his swordsmanship.
He needed to recover from the terror of that gaping mouth, vowing never to pull such a stunt in front of that female soldier again.
Never again!
…
The next morning at 5 AM, under the grey light of dawn, Mosen, carrying weights, began his long run around the battleship.
Specifically avoiding the female officer from yesterday.
From that day on, the training time and intensity of the female soldiers on both ships unknowingly increased.
Vice Admiral Tsuru smiled as she watched the young soldiers, including Drake, Gray, and most female soldiers, full of life under the dim morning light.
Changes start with these small steps. She had envisioned this scene upon seeing Mosen.
These soldiers hadn’t disappointed her.
Mosen’s arrival was like a catfish in a school of sardines or a strong wolf pup among a pack of young wolves.
Overall, the atmosphere became lively and cheerful.
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