Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

On the way home, Garp glanced at Goku, whose face was full of joy, and couldn't help but rub his chin.

Strange, Goku is indeed a very likable little guy, but I didn't expect that Gion would like him to this extent.

Judging from this situation, this kid will probably charm a lot of women when he grows up.

He pondered for a while, then chuckled to himself.

Who cares about all that? It's a great thing that Gion likes Goku. Now he can legitimately go to their house for meals!

After all, Gion couldn't very well let Goku eat while refusing to let herself in!

......

The following evening.

As Goku excitedly ran into Tsuru and Gion's house, Gion slapped him, stopping Garp from entering the house.

Looking at the iron gate less than a centimeter from his nose, Garp scratched his head awkwardly and smiled, then patted the gate.

"Hey, Gion, I'm still outside."

Gion's voice came from inside: "What are you doing here? We didn't invite you to dinner tonight."

Karp felt a toothache.

Is this woman really so cold-hearted?

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Wukong and He's voices coming from inside.

"Gion-neechan, please let Grandpa Garp come in for dinner. He really likes your cooking."

"Gion, let Garp in. You really want to keep him out, don't you?"

Karp then stopped in his tracks.

Two seconds later, Gion opened the door, looked at him and pouted, "Remember this, I only let you in because of my sister and Goku."

Garp scratched his head and chuckled, "Hahaha! I understand, thank you for your hospitality."

"Hmph! Saying thank you isn't enough. Listen carefully: if you want to eat here again, you'll have to pay for your meals!"

Gion said rather bluntly.

"Food expenses? Of course, no problem!"

Karp's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed.

How could a mere amount of money for food stop him from eating here?

You know, if the food made in Gion were served outside, countless people would flock to it!

"One million peles at a time."

After leaving those words, Gion walked into the house.

Garp's smile froze on his face instantly.

One million peggs?!

......

The night was quiet, with only the rustling of the wind across the ground.

At Garp's house, Goku and Garp were sleeping on the bed in a completely unseemly manner.

One foot was sticking out of the bed and dangling in mid-air, and the little finger of the left hand was stuck in the nostril, as if he had fallen asleep while picking his nose.

One of them was sleeping at a 90-degree angle to Garp, with its two short legs draped over Garp's body.

Suddenly, Garp muttered in his sleep, "Luffy, Grandpa is going to train you to be a qualified Marine."

After a while, Garp suddenly raised his arm, clenched his fist, and slammed it down on the ground!

"Luffy! If you dare become a pirate, I'll let you taste my beloved iron fist!!"

Bang! !

The punch landed squarely on Wukong's head, instantly waking him up.

"Ouch! That hurts! Grandpa Garp, what are you doing?!"

Goku sat up, grimacing, and glared at Garp while covering his red forehead.

But they saw that Karp had his eyes closed, and his sleep bubble was constantly shrinking and expanding with his breathing.

Faintly, one could hear the other person's murmured words: "You, you absolutely cannot be, become a pirate..."

Wukong was stunned for a moment, and the anger on his face dissipated.

"Oh, it was just a dream."

He rubbed his forehead, adjusted his sleeping position, and put his head back on the pillow.

Then he closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

Not long after, Garp secretly opened one eye and saw that Goku had fallen asleep, a smile appearing on his lips.

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep as well.

......

And so, Goku settled down temporarily at the Marine Headquarters.

My life revolves around the same four points every day.

After waking up in the morning, I ate breakfast in the canteen and then went to the abandoned dock to beat the hull of the ship.

At noon, I went to the cafeteria for lunch again, and then went home for a nap.

After a nap, I went to the abandoned dock to continue hammering the hull. When the sun set, I returned home, washed off the sweat, and then went to Gion and Tsuru's house for a delicious meal.

After dinner, under He's guidance, I learned some cultural knowledge, mainly the meanings and usages of various words, as well as some arithmetic problems.

The reason for this arrangement was that Garp and the other two discovered that Goku lacked cultural knowledge, did not understand the meaning of some common words, and was also somewhat poor at arithmetic, so they wanted to give him some extra help.

Although Goku found this very troublesome, he wasn't so resistant to it now because he had been forced to learn similar things by Master Roshi before. He just continued learning with a bitter face.

But as everyone knows, Wukong can maintain a high level of concentration when cultivating, but when it comes to studying...

Just like a slacker, he would doze off all the time, as if he were possessed by the god of sleep.

At this time, before Tsuru could even speak, Garp would use his iron fist of love to give Goku a hard punch, making Goku scream in pain.

They claim that as long as the body is in enough pain, the sleepiness will disappear.

Even Gion, who doted on Goku, felt no pity at this moment. Instead, she watched with great interest as Goku glared at Garp, thinking to herself:

Even when Goku is angry, he looks quite cute.

......

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, as Wukong was on his way to cultivate at the abandoned dock, a figure suddenly emerged from the roadside and blocked his way.

"Huh? You're not that...?"

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Wukong scratched his head, only to find that he didn't seem to know the other person's name.

"Bokart, my name is Bokart."

The newcomer was none other than Bokat, the Navy genius whose Dao heart had been shattered by Goku's attack.

Of course, he no longer considers himself a genius in the navy.

On the contrary, whenever someone calls him a genius, he will fiercely tell them to stop flattering him, because he is not a genius at all!

"Oh, hello Bot, my name is Sun Wukong." Wukong introduced himself very politely.

"It's Bocart! Not Bot!"

Bocart, annoyed by the mispronunciation of his name, corrected himself.

"Oh, so his name is Boca."

Wukong mispronounced his name again.

Bokart's face stiffened. Too lazy to correct him, he put on a serious expression and said, "Sun Wukong, I've come to see you today to tell you something."

"Although you are more talented than me, I will not give up! One day, I will defeat you through my own efforts! And let everyone know—"

Even geniuses can be defeated!

After his Dao Heart was shattered, he was depressed for a long time.

But one day he finally understood: wasn't it just that his talent, which he had once been so proud of, was inferior to others? There were plenty of monsters on the sea; wasn't it normal that his talent was inferior to others?

So here's the question: does being less talented mean that someone can never be as talented as someone with more talent?

No! He absolutely doesn't think so!

He firmly believes that even those with less talent can defeat those with more talent through their own efforts!

And that's the kind of person he, Bocart, wants to be!

Looking at his spirited expression, Wukong blinked and then broke into a bright smile.

"I see. I look forward to our next match."

Boca Juniors stared at him for a long while, then turned around abruptly and strode away.

"The next time we meet, it will be the day I defeat you!"

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