I'm at the top of One Piece

The door was then flung open, letting in a blast of cold air. The newcomer put down the scalpel gleaming in his left hand and said with a cold sneer, "Who do we have here? It's you, you little brat."

What are you doing here?

The next second, a dark shadow flashed by, and Garp suddenly raised his head to dodge a whip kick, then retreated.

Looking helplessly at the overly lively old man who had kicked out again, Garp was speechless but still said some kind words:

"Sister Doriel, what are you trying to do? I haven't offended you in the last few years, have I?"

Dr. Kureha retracted her right leg, paused for a moment, and then cursed, "Who told you to use your Observation Haki to probe me? Who gave you permission to call me Kureha? And if you don't want me to keep beating you up, then put away your Observation Haki."

Garp's face stiffened, and he scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."

Kureha frowned: "Then why are you still using it?"

Upon hearing this, Garp couldn't help but look down at Messer in his arms, his eye twitching. Meeting Messer's curious eyes, he smiled wryly:

"Sister Doriel, you've misunderstood me."

"This little guy misused Observation Haki."

"You think I'm stupid?" Kureha stopped speaking and exclaimed in surprise, "This little guy."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and took Mercer from Garp's arms with his left hand, then touched Mercer's forehead with his right index finger, even more surprised: "Isn't that strange?"

Kureha looked up and met Garp's somewhat nervous gaze. Her brows furrowed, yet she asked with a hint of curiosity:

"This little guy is quite interesting. He's clearly healthy, but he looks like he's about to die. That's really strange."

It's abnormal, very abnormal. It doesn't feel like illness, but more like being cursed by something.

On this vast sea, strange powers are not limited to Devil Fruits; in some hidden places, there are also many other strange and unusual powers.

What witch? What prayer?

Living a long time naturally leads to seeing more and more things, and Kureha has seen some curse-like things.

As for Garp, with the Navy at his back, he has spent half his life wandering and has seen some strange and unusual things.

For example, that magical seahorse that was released into the sea after entering the Grand Line.

"Eee-yah-yah," Messer saw another familiar face. Looking at Kureha, he felt a sense of helplessness compared to his life over the past ten days.

"It seems I really have come into this world."

"One Piece"

A knife and a gun, blood and fire.

A dazzling array of Devil Fruit abilities collide, creating a fantastical world filled with joy, adventure, and romance in the original timeline.

However, that is only the perspective of the protagonists. In reality, however, many heroes rise up, and various forces and regimes constantly change hands, making the whole world a turbulent and chaotic "era".

Human life is like a mustard.

To be able to live in peace is the greatest blessing from heaven.

A paradise for the strong.

Hell for the weak.

At this moment, Kureha, carrying Messer, led Garp into the treehouse, a house built by hollowing out the heart of a tree, which was very warm.

Sitting cross-legged on the folding operating table in the room, Kureha teased Messer's fair face with her fingers and said to Garp:

"I don't understand this little guy's body either, but it seems he won't die for now. To be more specific, we'll probably need to observe him for a long time. If you want to take him away, that's fine with you."

Garp took a breath, his eyes somewhat clouded. Kureha was someone he had known since his youth, and they had known each other for almost thirty years. Although they didn't see each other often, Kureha had truly saved his life and was an old friend.

"Then, I'll leave Moses to you. I'll come to see him when I have time. Please take care of the child, Sister Doriel."

"Tch!" Kureha laughed angrily, "Do you think this place is a dumping ground for me? You just dumped this mess on me like that? This kid probably isn't yours either."

Their eyebrows and eyes don't resemble each other at all.

Changing the subject, Kureha said in a casual tone, "You haven't forgotten my pricing standards, have you?"

Kureha knew a big deal was coming when Garp arrived; opportunities to rip off big clients are rare.

Especially Garp, that reckless rascal.

Karp's eye twitched; he knew he was about to suffer a major financial loss. "I know."

"I'll bring half of the supplies from my warship to you in a bit."

Karp said with a pained expression.

Kureha nodded, gave Garp a look that said, "You're quite sensible," and then continued:

“That’s not enough. I heard that Vegapunk is now working for your government. Bring me the latest research data on the life design blueprint, also known as the ‘bloodline factor’.”

"I need this. I suspect there might be a problem with this little guy's body due to a malfunction in his bloodline factors. Bring him to me as soon as possible."

Before Garp could object, Kureha's face turned cold. "'The things' have been handed over between us, so you can get out of here now."

Garp picked his nose dejectedly, and just as he was about to flick it, he noticed Kureha staring at him like he was dead. He gave a dry laugh and said, "I didn't throw it."

"Get out." Kureha shouted, pointing at the wooden door. "Get out now, or you'll make me angry."

Garp smiled helplessly, muttering, "He's so old, yet he still has such a fiery temper. No wonder he'll never get married."

Whoosh!

A cold glint shot out, penetrating to within ten centimeters of his pupil in the blink of an eye. Garp swiftly turned his head to dodge, and the next instant, a soft "thud" was heard as a scalpel was completely embedded in the wall of the treehouse.

Garp is gone.

run away.

However, Kureha was given a name, Messer's full name.

"So, after ten days, I was given away again?" Mercer stared blankly at the wooden ceiling.

……

[Merit Points +1]

"Wow"

In the middle of the night, the sound of a baby crying rang out, and an old woman got up, cursing and grumbling, to put on her clothes and change the diaper.

There's no other way than practice makes perfect.

During the day, with dark circles under his eyes, he drank refreshing plum wine and carried Moses to the nearby village of Great Horn to seek medical help.

While we're at it, let's find some milk to feed Messer.

There are many people there, so there is no shortage of milk.

In the blink of an eye,

January 10th, 1501 (Haiyuan Calendar).

A tiny baby, about a year old, wearing a white, fluffy burlap hat, was being carried by a stylish, cropped-up old woman in overalls on a snow-covered street.

It was as if he was carrying a garbage bag, glancing at it every now and then, his eyes full of gloom.

"Messer, didn't I teach you?" Kureha said with a look of disdain, "Be sweet-talking, and you'll get good food."

Shaking back and forth, Mercer felt her brain spinning and mumbled, "Mama Dolly, that auntie is so ugly, not as pretty as you. I can't call her name, I can't be sweet."

"Tsk!" Upon hearing "Mom," Kureha's eye twitched, and she picked up Messer fiercely, saying, "You brat, you're good with words, but they're useless to me. Also, don't call me Mom, call me Doctor Doriel."

"Aunt?" Looking at the fierce old woman in front of her, Messer tilted her head: "Do I?"

Blood pressure is rising.

My temples are throbbing.

Kureha rolled her eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. She didn't know what she had done to deserve agreeing to treat this little rascal a year ago, to do so for that bastard Garp.

You need to pee and poop every night, can't you just wet the bed and poop in your pants? Why do you have to wake people up in the middle of the night to clean up your pee and wipe your bottom?

However, that's precisely why I've never washed diapers.

That's right,

congratulations.

I'm almost 120 years old, and this is the first time I'm experiencing the joys of being a mother.

In less than six months, the little guy learned to speak, and now he knows no less than eight hundred characters and can communicate with himself in a simple way.

After a year of observation and treatment, Kureha made no progress in treating Messer's "problem," but she did consume a lot of various precious medicinal herbs.

At least half of it was spent on this brat.

Anyway, with Garp and the Navy as a powerful backer, we won't have to worry about supplies.

The only consolation is that this little guy's physical condition is already comparable to that of a healthy and strong adult.

No, rather, this kid is exceptionally gifted, possessing physical qualities no less than those of ordinary people since birth.

He pursed his lips, chugging his wine, but his Observation Haki subtly observed Moses.

Savoring the little guy's breathing, Kureha discovered a rather interesting breathing pattern a long time ago.

This is the type of breathing most babies use when they are first born.

Abdominal breathing.

Kureha had found it interesting before and had even done some research, but it all came to nothing in the end.

She discovered that this type of breathing gradually transitions into chest breathing as one grows up.

But now.

After a year of meticulous observation and comparison with the occasional adult patients, Kureha, who kept daily records, has summarized a set of key points for practicing diaphragmatic breathing with Messer.

There are currently three points.

1. During exhalation, the lower abdomen contracts. The diaphragm moves upward, the chest contracts, and stale air is expelled from the bottom of the lungs.

2. When inhaling, slowly inhale fresh air through your nose, filling your lungs, with your diaphragm pointing downwards and your abdomen protruding outwards.

3. Both exhalation and inhalation should be gradual and deep, reaching the lower abdomen, with abdominal strength feeling tight and full.

Combining it with highly nutritious animal meat is very beneficial to the body.