Barton realised that his opponent was likely trying to wear him out before striking decisively. “He’s too cunning! I won’t fall for it!” Rokujin, puzzled by Barton’s hesitation, frowned and asked, “Hey, why aren’t you attacking me anymore? Are you scared?”
“Don’t think I’ll fall for your tricks. If you want to defeat me, do it fair and square!” Barton retorted. Before Rokujin could make a move, Barton decided he wouldn’t strike either, choosing instead to rest and recover his strength.
Seeing this, Rokujin smiled, gripping his sword in his left hand and the hilt in his right, “Since that’s the case, I’ll just defeat you first!” “Think you can defeat me?” Barton scoffed disdainfully. But before he could finish his sentence, Rokujin had already moved, darting towards Barton with the speed of a cannonball, drawing his sword Spirit Wind from his waist.
“One Sword Style: Quick Draw Slash!” “What?” Barton’s face showed shock, not expecting Rokujin to possess such speed. Unable to catch Rokujin’s movement, he crossed his arms in defence. The blade of Spirit Wind flashed a greenish hue as it swept past Barton, with Rokujin appearing behind him, smoothly sheathing his sword back. The whole sequence was too quick for anyone to see what had happened clearly.
“Thud!” Barton suddenly spat out blood, falling heavily to the ground with a deep cut across his chest. “What? Barton lost?” “How did he lose? I didn’t see it clearly!” “Does he really have that kind of strength?” “…” The crowd murmured among themselves, looking at Rokujin with no longer any trace of disdain.
Meanwhile, high up, Fleet Admiral Sengoku chuckled lightly, “Heh, Garp, your grandson sure is interesting. Loves getting roughed up. Could’ve won earlier, couldn’t he?” “Can’t understand it, can’t understand, I’m off!” Saying this, Sengoku turned and headed back to his office.
Back at the training field, Rokujin looked around at the assembled Marines and asked with a smile, “How about it? Do I qualify to be in the intermediate training camp now?” “…” No one spoke, but none dared deny it. Rokujin added, “I’ll take that as a yes then!”
At that moment, Peter stepped forward to ease the awkward silence, “Alright, let’s welcome the recruit Rokujin to the training camp, and some of you help Barton off to get treated!” “Yes, Instructor!” Several Marines quickly carried Barton away. Rokujin then confidently took his place in the squad, naturally assuming the position previously occupied by Barton, the fourth spot in the first row. Training camp positions were assigned based on performance and strength, and Barton had been ranked fourth in the entire camp. After checking the Marines’ strengths through the system, Rokujin knew this pattern, so his standing there was unquestionable. No one dared to object!
At that moment, the system notification sounded again. 【Ding, congratulations, Host, task completed, System Reward: Energy Point +1!】 Peter stood before everyone, his expression stern, “Alright, we’re going to start official training now. Being able to enter the intermediate training camp makes you one in a hundred. In this camp, we won’t focus much on physical stamina, swordsmanship, or strength!”
“There’s only one requirement, which is the Six Styles of the Navy. If you can master three of the Six Styles, you can graduate from the intermediate training camp at any time!” The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with excitement. “Finally going to learn the Six Styles?” “I heard some people graduate from the intermediate camp in three months after mastering three styles, and some can’t even master one!” “I don’t ask for much, just hoping to graduate!” “…” Rokujin raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, “The Six Styles; I didn’t expect to start learning them in the intermediate camp!”
Seeing the reaction of the people, Peter smiled indifferently, “Of course, if you haven’t mastered three styles by the end of the camp, don’t even think about moving on to the advanced training camp, and settle for being a foot soldier.” “Yes, Instructor!” everyone responded in unison.
Peter nodded slightly, then explained, “The Six Styles are Iron Body, Shave, Paper Art, Moon Walk, Tempest Kick, and Finger Pistol.” “Today we’ll start with Iron Body, which involves tensing and compressing all the muscles in the body and controlling blood flow to make the body as hard as iron, mainly used for defense!” “You, attack me with a knife!” Peter said, pointing to a nearby Marine, lifting his shirt to reveal his steel-like abs. The dark tan really made them look like iron plates!
“Yes, Instructor!” the Marine said, drawing his knife and slashing at Peter’s abdomen. “
Shst!” The blade struck Peter’s abdomen, sounding a crisp clang as if hitting iron, and the Marine’s knife trembled from the impact. The other Marines looked on with envy and admiration. “Is that Iron Body?” “With that kind of strength, aren’t they bulletproof?” “I wonder how hard it is to train!” “…” Perhaps only Rokujin was indifferent, thinking, “I already know Armament Haki, learning Iron Body seems rather redundant!” The system had also notified him of the discovery of the new skill ‘Iron Body,’ but he chose not to learn it.
Peter lowered his shirt, his lips curling into a subtle smile, “This is the Iron Body of the Six Styles of the Navy. For the next month, we’ll focus on Iron Body. Each month we’ll switch to a new style, and whether you can learn it is entirely up to you!” This chapter is not yet finished,
“Sir, how many of those styles can you perform?” a curious Marine trainee asked. Peter smiled and responded, “Not many, just the six styles, but that’s enough to teach you all!” He knew all six, but was only proficient in three, one of which was Iron Body.
“Instructor is amazing! He knows all six styles!” “No wonder he’s the instructor of the intermediate training camp!” “…” Hearing the trainees’ comments, Peter felt a bit of secret pleasure, and raised his hand saying, “Alright, I’m going to start teaching you the real Iron Body now, don’t cry about it this month!”
“Instructor! Can I not learn it?” Just as he finished speaking, an unexpected voice suddenly rang out. Everyone turned towards the source of the sound, only to discover that it was Rokujin who had spoken. “It’s him!” “Not learn? Does he think his swordsmanship is strong enough?” “…”
Peter looked bewildered, his brow furrowing as he thought, ‘Didn’t this guy himself ask for equal treatment? Now he doesn’t want to learn the Six Styles of the Navy? Is he playing with me?’ After a moment of silence, he coughed twice and said sternly, “Why not learn? Do you already know it?” Even though Rokujin didn’t want to learn, he still needed a reason. Even if Vice Admiral Garp were here, he would dare to ask this question.
“I guess I do!” Rokujin scratched his head as he spoke. However, no one believed him; if he really knew it, why did he take hits from Barton just before? The bruises on his arms hadn’t even faded yet!
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