An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 41 Set sail
The salty sea breeze carried the distinctive smell of the harbor, and Luca was awakened by the cold seawater seeping from the gaps in the deck.

It shook its wet blue fur, its paw pads touching the dew that had condensed on the deck.

Beneath it, the ten-meter-long sloop was gently rocking with the tide.

"Lord Luca, please take inventory of the goods!"

The porter, dressed in overalls, suddenly rushed onto the swaying deck, followed by three monstrous porters with twelve muscular arms steadily supporting a giant wooden crate.

Luca glanced at the labels on the wooden crates; they contained basic supplies such as tree fruits and delicious water.

"Luca, are you really going to set sail?"

"The outer seas are guarded by the King of the Coast; using this small boat is far too dangerous..."

This...what's going on?

Luca woke up to find himself on a small boat, where a group of blue dogs dressed in royal guard uniforms were seeing him off at the dock.

This is... the Kingdom of Goa?!

Seeing himself reappear in the world of the Navy King, Luca, a mature dog with independent and well-developed values, couldn't help but ponder.

This...what's going on?

How did I end up here again? Could it be...?

Am I the chosen one, possessing the ability to travel between two worlds?!

Before it could figure it out, a flood of memories rushed in, filling its dog brain completely.

Images of his past hard work and arduous training played out repeatedly in his mind in a montage style. Before he knew it, Luca had undergone many days of training and become a qualified naval reserve.

Today is the day it sets sail. It will set sail on the "Sailing Ship" and officially enter the sea to conquer the Grand Line!

Having processed these memories, Luca no longer pondered the confusion between the two worlds.

Because it saw that familiar silhouette flashing in the shadows of the dock—that imposing figure wearing a navy cap, giving it a thumbs up.

Facing the azure sea, Luca excitedly raised his claws and shouted loudly.

"Very well, let's set sail for the Grand Line! I'm determined to become the Navy King!"

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wave surged before Luca's eyes. The surging waves crashed against the single-masted boat, which clung tightly to the mast, its blue and white fur standing on end in the salty sea breeze.

As the enormous shadow rose from the seabed, a ferocious, monstrous dragon, its size obscuring the sky, blocked its path.

The azure scales gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and a deep blue aquatic energy surged within its gaping maw.

It's... the damn king of the near seas!

Luca's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Although it wasn't the first time he had seen this terrifying monster, he was still shaken.

Maybe I should take it easy for now. The Six Styles of the Navy are not yet fully developed, and I feel I need to mature further...

"What? The King of the Coast!"

"Help! My legs are giving way! Someone help me!"

"Don't push, let me jump off the ship first!"

"Mom, I'm so scared!"

Luca suddenly looked around and saw that there were still a large number of people on the boats by the dock who had not yet been evacuated.

If no one stops the King of the Coast, this attack will inevitably have a terrible outcome!

As the powerful creatures jumped ship to escape, the porter who was helping Luca move the cargo shouted loudly to the panicked elves around him, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Our royal guard is right here! They can definitely defeat the Lord of the Coast! We must trust them!"

However, when faced with this enormous and terrifying Gyarados, the faces of all the Royal Guard members instantly turned ashen.

This is no ordinary Gyarados; it is a Sea King-type Gyarados, known as the King of the Near Seas.

It has lingered in the waters near the Kingdom of Goa for many years, a terrifying scourge that strikes fear into the hearts of countless ships and merchant fleets.

"Quack! It's the King of the Near Seas! Everyone, retreat!"

"Luca, good luck. We still have patrol duties to attend to, so we're leaving now!"

"Everyone, line up! Full speed ahead!"

In an instant, the blue dogs of the Royal Guard moved with lightning speed, their movements as synchronized as mechanical pendulums.

The porter stared dumbfounded at the Royal Guard's orderly retreat from the port. He had finally learned a harsh lesson today—never trust security guards; they can't protect anyone.

The King of the Near Seas’ enormous pupils reflected Luca and his worthless brethren, as if mocking: What kind of king are you going to be again?

In an instant, Luca felt his body become unusually heavy.

Something stopped it in its tracks, preventing it from turning its back to the enemy like its former comrades.

That thing was the two words the Navy carried on its back—Justice.

That's right, he is no longer a member of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Goa. Now he is Navy Luca, the ultimate guardian of the world's oceans.

I'll stake the Navy's name on this; I absolutely cannot let the word 'justice' be tarnished!

A strong sense of justice rose in Luca's heart, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes as he shouted at the King of the Near Sea.

"Heh! It's you, you beast, who has been disrupting the waters of the Goa Kingdom and causing so much suffering to everyone, isn't it? Very well! I, Luca, in the name of the Navy, will defeat you utterly today!"

Encountering such a formidable opponent on his very first battle at sea, the path of the Navy King is destined to be exceptionally arduous!

"Lord Luca, watch out!"

As the porter called out, the barbed back of the near-shore king suddenly arched into a scimitar, gathering power, and a turbo-like roar came from deep within its throat.

The terrifying water energy was drawn in and compressed into a dark blue sphere of light, and the high-pressure water vapor seeping from the gaps in its scales even created a rainbow above its head.

This is the prelude to the charging up of a water cannon capable of sinking warships!

In an instant, Luca's hair stood on end from the terrifying power of the water cannon poised to unleash its full force.

It knew perfectly well that if it were hit by that thing, its life would be over...

In this life-or-death moment, the instinct for life awakens the skills that have been etched into the body through countless trials.

Navy Six Style: Shave!
In an instant, Luca subconsciously gathered the Fighting-type energy within his body into his feet.

Its feet instantly unleashed astonishing power, its ten toes carving sparks-filled furrows into the deck, becoming afterimages invisible to the naked eye.

shhhhh--

Amidst the sharp whistling sound of air being torn apart, Luca's feet bounced back and forth like springs, his agile figure transforming into a blue zigzag line on the deck, his afterimages blooming like fireworks.

At this moment, the successful sign of the first stage of the "Shave" technique, "Repeated Jumping," is clearly visible on Luca!

Three jets of water, carrying the salty smell of seawater, grazed past Luca's ears, blasting the rocks behind him into dust.

It...it was a success?!
In the face of life and death, Luca's life potential exploded astonishingly, allowing him to instantly grasp the beginner level of the [Shave] technique.

It used the technique of "repeatedly jumping" to easily dodge the water cannon bombardment of the near-sea king.

(End of this chapter)