One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

Chapter 11 A day without a beating makes my skin itch

Under the scorching sun, dozens of marines, shirtless and holding wooden swords, practiced swinging them again and again under the supervision of their instructors.

"drink!"

Loya stepped forward with his right foot, simultaneously raising his sword forward and upward with both hands. When the sword reached its highest position, he shouted and swung it forward.

"Snapped!"

The wooden sword tore through the air and struck the head of the dummy wooden stake with a heavy blow, leaving a clearly visible dent.

The whole set of actions is completed in one go.

"Hu~~"

Loya stepped back to his original position, took a deep breath, and locked his gaze on the dummy wooden stake again, gripping the wooden sword tightly with both hands.

Charge up, then chop vertically!

The most basic and important movement in swordsmanship.

The marines wielded their swords, sweating profusely, not one daring to slack off. Swordsmanship was the marines' most common fighting method, without exception.

Pirates are the same.

Most pirates lack advanced weapons such as firearms, and their most common way of fighting is to swarm the navy and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Even if they don't rely on swordsmanship in the future, marines still need to understand how to use a sword so that they know how to defend against pirate attacks when they are suddenly attacked.

Three hours flew by.

Loya put down the wooden knife, his face covered in sweat, his arms aching and swollen.

One thousand sword swings completed.

I have been a full-fledged marine for a month now. During this month, apart from a few duty missions that do not require combat, I have spent every afternoon honing my swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills at the training ground.

It was monotonous, but also fulfilling.

From not even knowing how to hold a sword at the beginning, to now being able to complete a thousand sword swings in a standard manner within the specified time, his progress is at least twice as fast as that of other marines of the same age.

But now a problem is troubling him.

"Yo, Loya."

During the break, Fombard put his arm around Loya's shoulder and winked, "Why the long face? Didn't the instructor praise you today?"

"hehe."

Loya rolled his eyes.

After completing a thousand sword swings or fist and foot training sessions in the afternoon, the remaining time is for free practice, which the marines usually use to improve their weaknesses.

So does he.

After practicing for more than half a month, plus extra training at night and super training in the "world", he has mastered all the sword techniques taught by the instructor.

After all, what they teach are the most basic swinging movements, which are not difficult to learn. At most, it's a matter of proficiency, which can only be improved over time.

His problem is that he can't learn anything new.

It's not that we're being overly ambitious, but rather that the instructors' swordsmanship is limited; they can't even cut through iron, let alone use any impressive moves.

In the past few days, the instructors not only did not give him any criticism, but also praised him highly and used him as a positive example.

"Look at the new recruit, Loya!"

This opening remark drew a lot of hatred towards him.

Loya didn't mind attracting hatred, but without anyone to guide him, he felt uneasy, as if ants were crawling inside him.

What's the point of praising him?

He preferred the instructor's beatings!

Having a clear goal is crucial in everything you do. Knowing your weaknesses and conducting targeted training will help you achieve twice the results with half the effort.

Unfortunately, the teaching staff of the 153rd branch was really limited. If the Navy Headquarters was comparable to a university, then the 153rd branch was like a rural primary school.

Swordsmen with even a little skill wouldn't stay in this rural area; the instructors are all retired sergeants.

If I could receive guidance from the renowned educator "Teacher Kai" of the New World, I could learn the Ryuo Sakura technique with one stroke, comprehend the Bachan technique with two strokes, and master it with three strokes.

Yeah, he'll die.

Loya shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic idea, and helplessly shrugged: "That's how it is."

"."

Finbdi's eyes looked very strange.

"Are you a pervert?"

"possible!"

Loya nodded in deep agreement.

If I don't get a beating every day, my skin gets itchy.

It does seem a bit perverted. If I could find a girlfriend who plays with whips to complement me, maybe it would create a different kind of chemistry.

"Tsk tsk, I'm so envious. I wish I had your drive."

Finbdi sighed, pointed to the warehouse next to the training ground, chuckled, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's try something new today!"

"New trick?"

Loya's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly gave Finch a heads-up, saying seriously, "Let's make this clear first, no dancing practice today!"

Dancing awkwardly on the training ground would be a disaster.

He actually cares a lot about his reputation.

"rest assured."

Finbdi waved his hand and went to the warehouse at the edge of the training ground. He took two worn-out boxing gloves from the training shelf, one red and one blue.

"then."

The red boxing gloves were thrown to Loya.

Loya took the boxing gloves, his eyes lighting up.

"Combat training?"

“That’s right, I don’t really like swordsmanship, so let’s fight hand-to-hand.”

Finbdy took off his iron fist gloves, then put on his boxing gloves, swayed slightly, and threw two quick punches into the air.

The movements were absolutely beautiful!

Back at the training ground, the two found a corner and drew a square ring line on the sand.

"I haven't played in a long time."

Finbdi twisted his neck, clashed his fists together, and licked his lips, striking a villainous pose.

“Loya, your body was too thin before, and you were prone to injury during combat training. But in the last half month, I have unexpectedly discovered that your recovery ability is quite impressive. You can go a little more freely.”

"Yes, bring it on!"

Loya looked excited.

He had wanted to conduct combat training for a long time.

On the one hand, there is always the possibility of being robbed by pirates, so getting familiar with how to fight people early on will prevent you from panicking when fighting pirates.

Although the branch will not allow them to face overly dangerous tasks now, it is better to be prepared, as no one knows when an accident will happen.

There is another important reason.

"World" previously recorded Fenbdi's dance lessons, so could it also record the battle process?

If possible, he could hone his combat experience in the "world".

Loya stared intently at Finbdi, cautiously moving his heel forward. As his opponent entered attack range, he stomped forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and unleashed a powerful right punch aimed at Finbdi's face.

A powerful straight punch!

"Haha, good time!"

Finbdy quickly crouched down, the incoming fist grazing just above his head.

Before Loya could react, Finbuddy was almost touching Loya when he leaped into the air and threw his left fist upwards!

"Haoyougen!"

A whistling left uppercut slammed into Loya's chin!

"Oh!"

Loya's skull trembled, and the intense pain and dizziness caused his eyes to roll back, his heels even leaving the ground due to the violent impact.

He was then thrown into the air and crashed heavily three meters away.