It had been about three days since Aburahamu Michion boarded the navy warship.
The good news was that Aburahamu Michion didn’t get seasick.
This may seem like a small matter, but it was significant considering that the ships, even navy warships, were wooden sailing vessels, unlike the massive, stable steel cruise ships of his previous life.
Furthermore, the choppy seas made seasickness quite familiar with the ever-changing weather of the Grand Line.
Fortunately, Aburahamu Michion didn’t experience any of that, avoiding the horrendous ordeal of vomiting.
The thought of potentially getting seasick in a world where sea travel was the primary mode of transport was terrifying.
After resting for a few days, Aburahamu Michion began training on the deck, joining the navy soldiers. With Aokiji overseeing them and nearing the headquarters, there was no concern about sudden battles or tired soldiers.
Aburahamu Michion’s training plan was distinct from that of the other navy soldiers, tailored by Aokiji himself due to Aburahamu Michion’s potential and value.
Having already established a solid foundation from extensive training in the Boing Archipelago, Aburahamu Michion now needed to harness his strength fully.
Aokiji’s guidance focused on controlling his power, ensuring that Aburahamu Michion could effectively utilize his full strength.
This included adapting to the increased strength from his Devil Fruit’s abilities.
Otherwise, according to Aokiji, such power would be superficial. It might suffice against weaker opponents, but facing stronger foes, any inability to control his strength could lead to instant defeat.
Uncontrolled power leads to more vulnerabilities, and against slightly stronger enemies, even a moment’s lapse could be fatal.
Aokiji, deviating from his usual lazy demeanor, personally guided Aburahamu Michion, even sparring with him, pushing him to master his strength through combat and endurance.
The training was even more beneficial, as it enhanced Devil Fruit’s abilities.
Practicing under heightened conditions, such as increased strength or speed, would significantly improve his normal state control.
By mastering 100 units of strength, he could control 50 units much more precisely.
Adapting to enhanced states would become more accessible and faster as his base control improved.
Interestingly, Aokiji’s training approach leaned towards close combat and a direct, hard-hitting style reminiscent of Garp, whom Aokiji once followed.
While straightforward and brute-force, this style surprisingly suited Aburahamu Michion’s combat approach.
Aokiji probably designed this training based on Aburahamu Michion’s ability to enhance his attributes, ensuring he could master his power and dominate his opponents.
Aburahamu Michion grew to love the raw, visceral feel of physical combat.
The more he sparred with Aokiji, the more he felt he was integrating into this world, shedding the constraints of his previous life’s predictable routines.
Desperate to improve his strength, Aburahamu Michion absorbed and implemented the techniques and strategies like a sponge.
Over these days, with Aokiji’s mentorship, he has made substantial progress in physical combat and has developed his Devil Fruit abilities.
Time flew by quickly during such fulfilling days, and before he knew it, Aburahamu Michion had been on the ship for over half a month without feeling the slightest boredom.
For Aburahamu Michion, the path to becoming more robust, even with tedious training, was a necessary journey.
The tangible daily improvement kept any sense of monotony at bay, making the process enjoyable.
After half a month of sailing, the warship finally reached its destination.
During this time, Aokiji taught some basic Rokushiki techniques, which surprised Aokiji because Aburahamu Michion was familiar with them from his time in the Boing Archipelago.
Aburahamu Michion candidly explained that he had observed the navy soldiers’ training and noted the techniques.
After being stranded on the island, he used these observations to train himself, preventing him from becoming overweight and eating.
This deepened Aokiji’s appreciation for Aburahamu Michion.
Being ahead in basic training provided a significant advantage, whether due to talent or effort. Few could achieve such a level at his age.
This recognition was exactly what Aburahamu Michion wanted.
Heading to the Navy headquarters, he needed to showcase his value to stand out.
This would attract the attention of high-ranking officials, granting him access to more resources and expert guidance.
…
As the warship docked, the imposing fortress came into Aburahamu Michion’s view.
Its towering walls, adorned with the navy symbol of a seagull holding scales and the large kanji for “Navy,” along with countless heavy cannons and warships, created a powerful, awe-inspiring sight.
The grandeur and intimidation of the naval headquarters left Aburahamu Michion in awe.
Only by facing it directly could one truly feel its overwhelming presence—a fortress exuding immense power.
“Ha ha, impressive, isn’t it?” Yujimura laughed, seeing Aburahamu Michion’s awe.
“I felt the same way when I first saw Marineford. This will be your home and training ground now. Let me show you to your quarters.”
Yujimura led Aburahamu Michion into the fortress.
Aburahamu Michion’s heart swelled with excitement with each step into the headquarters.
This would be the place where he would grow stronger, surrounded by the best teachers and resources.
It was the first step toward taking control of his destiny.
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