After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

He was facing the window, where he could see the port of Orange Town. The port was bustling with more merchant ships and people, and many workers could be seen unloading cargo on the docks from time to time.

The Marines in Loguetown have begun sweeping through other pirates in the East Blue; the Krieg Pirates have disappeared without a trace.

[Naval hero Garp may return to his hometown in the East China Sea soon]

[Donghai Treasures Weapon Shop Announces Ten More Stores to Open This Year]

[The floating restaurant Barati is preparing to hold a head chef competition, inviting celebrities from all walks of life in the East China Sea.]

Martin looked at the news in the East China Sea Weekly and nodded slightly. The security situation had indeed improved a lot, so the port of Orange Town had regained its vitality.

Recently, due to Smoker leading the Navy in a strong counterattack, the Krieg Pirates were defeated, and the East Blue seems to be calmer, but undercurrents are still surging.

Besides the dead Arlong and the hiding Krieg, there are other active pirate crews with strange names. These crews continue to roam the seas, vying for control of villages and towns.

However, it is a welcome thing for Garp to return to his hometown.

There is another important reason why there are so few pirates in the East Blue: the hero Garp often returns to the East Blue, after all, his hometown is Windmill Village in the East Blue, and Garp wants to go home to see Luffy and Ace.

Returning home multiple times a year, Garp encountered many pirates, all of whom were eliminated by him. Meeting Garp was simply bad luck for them. Garp's strength was immense; these fledgling pirates, before they even had a chance to grow, were nipped in the bud.

Therefore, the number and quality of pirates in the East Blue are not high.

Even the highest bounty for Arlong is only around 2000 million Berries, which is like kindergarten level in the entire One Piece world.

Martin now possesses the ability to easily defeat the Beihai Nursing Home and trample on the Donghai Kindergarten.

But this is not enough.

That's far from enough.

He understood that if his wife were in danger, he probably wouldn't be able to save her.

Ultimately, I'm still too weak. I struggled to even defeat a fishman. If I were to encounter a truly powerful opponent, even my Shikai Zanpakuto wouldn't be enough.

Thinking of this, Martin glanced at Robin, who was reading a book by the window.

Robin, engrossed in her book, possessed a youthful and intellectual beauty. Her face was filled with a gentle, unassuming charm, and the breeze blew through her short skirt, revealing her fair, long legs with a jade-like sheen that was captivating.

nice!

That was truly beautiful.

Martin wanted to protect this beauty.

But she wasn't qualified yet, because Robin's enemies were the entire World Government, the Celestial Dragons, and the mastermind behind it all.

What kind of powerful being would it take to stand against the entire world government?

To become Whitebeard? To become Shanks? To become Roger?

They are all pirates; this is not the path I want to take.

Martin was contemplating the future when suddenly he cried out, "Jol, you've stepped in the wrong spot! That's my kidney!"

Joel exclaimed in surprise, "I'm sorry."

Just as I was about to say something, a familiar girl's voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Brother Martin, something bad has happened! Jason... Jason, he's trying to commit suicide!"

The person downstairs was Nanachi.

What? Suicide?

What's that kid up to?

Martin got up, put on his clothes, and followed Nanachi to the Chessboard Kendo Dojo.

As soon as I entered the Chessboard Kendo Dojo, I saw the dojo master, Togo Sanmao, standing there, with his fellow disciples standing beside him, looking completely at a loss.

Jason, with a sharp blade pressed against his neck, roared, "I...I don't want to live anymore! I'm wanted by the Arlong Pirates, the pressure is too much!"

Upon seeing Martin arrive, Dongxiang Sanmao said anxiously, "Brother Martin, you've come at the right time! My apprentice is really going through a mental breakdown; he's even trying to commit suicide, and he won't listen to any advice..."

Martin remained unmoved, simply looking at the other man with a serious expression: "Jason, you've disappointed me greatly."

"I wanted to give you a good workout, but you turned out to be so easy to defeat."

Jason roared, "Training? Brother Martin, why are you making me bear the reputation of slaying a dragon? I'm under so much pressure, I feel like I'll get killed as soon as I step outside."

Martin's voice was calm: "Let me tell you a story..."

"There was a man who wanted to become a running champion, but he was of average talent and had no chance of becoming a champion in his lifetime. However, during a race, a tiger suddenly appeared on the track and kept chasing him."

He paused, then asked, "Guess what?"

Jason asked, "What's wrong?"

Martin said, enunciating each word clearly, "He became the champion and broke the world record."

Jason finally released the blade from his neck, as if realizing something: "You mean..."

Martin asked meaningfully, "Jason, do you want to become a swordsman?"

"I...I want to!"

"Speak louder!"

"I think!"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

"I want to!" [Voice cracks]

"So the Arlong Pirates are the tigers I've assigned to you, understand?"

"I...I understand! So that's why Brother Martin is taking care of me, he's putting pressure on me."

"I'm such a jerk, I wronged Brother Martin, Brother Martin, thank you so much!"

As he spoke, Jason, filled with gratitude, knelt down and bowed deeply to Martin, kowtowing in worship.

Dongxiang Sanmao and the others suddenly realized, their expressions full of surprise. So that's what Martin meant by pretending to be Jason and killing people everywhere.

This is truly a visionary training method that puts a lot of pressure on young people; he really has the best interests of them.

Martin said in a deep voice, "If you want to thank me, hit me, hit me hard."

Jason: ? ? ?

Martin took off his clothes, revealing his muscular physique, and pointed to his chest: "Hit him hard, vent all your resentment, hit him hard."

He looked around again: "All of you, come and hit me!"

"immediately!"

"immediately!"

"If you're a true brother, come and fight me!"

Everyone: (⊙_⊙)?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 67 The Masochist is Cultivating

Chessboard Kendo Hall.

Bang!

Several shirtless men wielded large wooden sticks and smashed them down on Martin.

Click!

The thick wooden stick, as thick as an arm, snapped in two instantly.

"Ah, that feels so good! Keep going, don't stop, hit me hard with the iron rod and hammer!"

Martin, shirtless, stood in an empty kendo dojo, shouting loudly. His muscular physique was exposed, his entire body covered in a layer of shiny ointment, and a leisurely and self-satisfied smile was on his lips.

Several burly men covered in tattoos stood nearby, some wielding large iron hammers, others steel rods, all panting heavily and looking exhausted.

clap clap clap...

At Martin's request, loud thuds were heard again as several burly men continued to slam their sledgehammers and steel bars into the man's body, relentlessly beating him.

Less than half an hour later, everyone was exhausted.

"Hey, you guys, stop slacking off! Are you even men?" Martin yelled irritably, clearly dissatisfied with the attack power of these men.

"Boss Martin, Brother Martin, Master Martin... let us rest for a while, we're just too tired..."

Jason put down the steel rod in his hand and looked at his fellow disciples who were panting heavily.

"What a fucking useless person! You think you can be a swordsman like this?" Martin was extremely displeased, his eyes turning cold.

Jason lowered his head, feeling utterly ashamed, as he looked at his fellow disciples lying in a circle. He regretted his overconfidence in declaring he wanted to become a swordsman and then accepting swordsman training.

A week ago, Brother Martin came to their dojo, saying he would teach them the secrets to becoming a swordsman free of charge, as long as the dojo provided food, drinks, and sparring partners.

This delighted Jason and the others. These swordsmen, eager to become famous, would have knelt down and kowtowed to this reclusive master to become his disciples if their teacher, Togo Sanko, hadn't died.

The next few days were simply unbearable.

Martin insisted that he and his henchmen beat him up with sledgehammers and steel bars.

It has to be said that a master is a master, he is simply a legendary monster. No matter how hard the hammer and steel rod strike the other person's body, they cannot leave a mark, at most a white mark.

At first, everyone was very enthusiastic, but after a few days, everyone was exhausted. Not only were their bodies sore, but they also had difficulty moving.

There's no way around it, this guy Martin's demand is just too high.

The demand for that kind of product could only be described as unsatisfied.

A typical super masochist!

The masochists were so bad that even a dozen of them couldn't handle it and collapsed from exhaustion.

"Useless thing, get up and start masturbating!"

"You can't even break through the defense of one of the Six Styles of the Navy, Iron Body. How can you become sword masters?"

"Do you know that the first step to becoming a swordsman is cutting through iron?"