“Paramecia-type Slow-Slow Fruit user? So, you’re like Gasparde, Shion, and Berry Good?” Drake pointed at the three.
“You guys are Devil Fruit users too?” Foxy feigned surprise, already knowing the answer.
“I’m Berry Good, 15 years old, a Paramecia-type Bean-Bean Fruit user,” Berry Good introduced himself.
“I’m Shion, 16 years old, a Paramecia-type Rust-Rust Fruit user,” Shion followed.
With their introductions, the other boys in the bathhouse introduced themselves.
“I’m Dajin, 16 years old, a swordsman.”
“Kataru, 17 years old, a warrior.”
“…”
Soon, only Gasparde and Shuzo were left.
“Ha ha ha, I’m Shuzo, 16 years old, a Longarm Tribe member aiming to become a martial arts master like Zephyr-sensei,” Shuzo said with a laugh.
“Gasparde, 15 years old, a Paramecia-type Candy-Candy Fruit user.”
“Pleased to meet you all,” Foxy said with a friendly smile, which looked rather sleazy and comical.
“And me?” Drake pointed to himself.
“Everyone knows you,” Berry Good retorted with a smirk.
As Drake was about to retort, a stern-faced officer entered the bathhouse.
“You have two minutes to assemble,” he said, not even glancing at the group before leaving.
They exchanged glances and hurriedly got dressed. There was no awkwardness, given that they were all boys.
When they gathered on the training ground, their right eyelids twitched because Zephyr was standing with his back to them.
Hina stood alone in the center, looking nervous. But when she saw the others, Foxy swore she looked relieved.
Standing quietly in the training ground under the crescent moon’s glow, the atmosphere was tense.
“You are the worst batch of students I’ve ever had. I’m giving you one more chance to leave now,” Zephyr said calmly, turning to face them.
No one moved. They all stared at Zephyr.
“You can stay, but it’s not up to you. You may have noticed many trainees missing. They’ve been eliminated. Some of you will be eliminated or die in training. The past two days were just a warm-up. Tomorrow, the real training begins. Eat dinner in the mess hall and get a good rest. Anyone who doesn’t complete the training will be eliminated,” Zephyr said before disappearing.
Everyone looked grim. The training would be hell if the past two days were just a warm-up.
“Let’s go, Foxy,” Drake said, pushing Foxy toward the mess hall.
“Alright,” Foxy responded, snapping out of his thoughts.
Dinner was Sea King meat, prepared in various ways.
After dinner, Foxy didn’t return to the dormitory but went to the training ground to develop his Devil Fruit ability.
He found he was one of many training. Several others were working on their abilities, including Drake, who had transformed into his dinosaur form, emitting a mighty roar. The sight of the young carnivorous dinosaur with its powerful limbs and sharp claws fascinated Foxy.
Foxy ran to Drake, who was much more significant in his transformed state.
“Drake, you’re amazing!” Foxy admired, touching the solid legs and tail of the transformed Drake. The feeling was genuine.
Drake, feeling uncomfortable, quickly ran several meters away. “Foxy, do you have some weird fetish?”
Drake shifted to his hybrid form, a mix of human and dinosaur. It should have looked odd, but Foxy found it excellent.
“Drake, let me feel it again,” Foxy said, wanting to put a leash on him and take him for a walk.
“Catch me first,” Drake said, running away quickly.
“Damn, Zoan-types are this fast?” Foxy gave up the chase but was content knowing he’d have plenty of time later.
Walking around, Foxy saw others developing their abilities, like Gasparde, whose right hand turned into a green liquid.
He wanted to offer advice but realized they needed to be closer. Plus, his abilities needed refining.
Sitting cross-legged, Foxy looked at his hands. He had plans for developing his Devil Fruit powers and began focusing on manifesting his ideas.
Forming a delicate hand gesture with his fingers, a pink ring of light appeared. He could produce these slow rings from each finger, but without the gesture, the rings wouldn’t form.
“Why can’t I shoot individual slow rings from each finger? Am I too weak, or is my development incomplete?” Foxy wondered.
His slow rings also faded too quickly. He wanted to create something like Kizaru’s Ama no Murakumo but couldn’t because the rings dissipated quickly.
“I need to improve the speed, duration, and cooldown of my slow rings. If I can master these basics, I can make my ideas a reality,” Foxy thought.
He knew he couldn’t rush this and needed to take it step by step.
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