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"What, you're already tired after less than half an hour?" Kureha's lips curled up, and she took a swig of liquor from a bottle in her free right hand before laughing.

“We’re going to Cigu Mountain in the east. Don’t worry, I won’t carry you if you’re tired. I have a rope here, I’ll tie it to your harness and I’ll pull you along.”

Mercer's eyes behind his sunglasses were utterly speechless. He muttered, "I don't remember ever seeing you carry me on your back since I can remember. Didn't you always carry me like I was a piece of trash?"

Looking down at her lower body, she was still wearing overalls with two crisscrossing straps at the back for pulling up.

Are you dissatisfied? Are you unhappy?

Kureha chuckled softly, “Drum Island may not be big, but the wild is still very dangerous, whether it’s the Labang, the reindeer, or various carnivores. Only with our hands freed can we better protect ourselves.”

It's like an explanation, or a statement of fact.

Kureha lifted her hips, and through the added straps around her waist, one could see a bolt-action pistol and a sharpened short-handled shovel.

Although there were only two weapons, Mercer knew that there were at least ten surgical knives hidden inside the clothing.

Not only Kureha, but even Messer had a weapon in his basket, a small hand axe that Messer described as "designed," Kureha drew up the plans, and a blacksmith in a small town made it.

A faint crimson glint appeared deep within his eyes. The next second, before Mercer could react, a hand chop was gently placed on Mercer's forehead.

Kureha, her left hand which had somehow loosened its grip, now held Moses by the back of the collar and placed him in front of her. Pushing up her sunglasses with her right hand, she squinted at Moses and said:

"You little idiot, don't use Observation Haki to scan other people's bodies so casually. It's fine if it's someone who doesn't know what it's for, but if it's someone like me, that's provocation, you know?"

I've probably told you this more than once.

"Doctor Kureha, why can Observation Haki only be successfully activated when you are calm and focused? Can't you use it anytime, anywhere at will?"

This is the ability that has grown within me; shouldn't it be able to do as I please, just like my hands and feet?

Kureha chuckled, "Silly girl, how old are you? You've barely learned to walk, and you already want to do extreme parkour?"

"Listen, even hands and feet require rigorous training to use flexibly, let alone sensory abilities that do not exist in a physical form."

"If you want to do whatever you want, you're a hundred years too early."

Messer nodded heavily, looking at Kureha in front of him and said, "Doriel, you're right. That's why I used it, to train this ability. And since it's just the two of us here, I can only use Doriel to train my Observation Haki."

Kureha's lips twitched as she looked at the earnest explanation in front of her, who even used her own words as a reason to refute her.

He let go of her hand impatiently, letting Mercer plop down on the snow.

Kureha continued walking forward, and Messer got up by pressing his hands on the snow, then followed her eagerly.

"Use your sense of sight and hearing to perceive yourself, 'listen' to the unique voice that comes from within you, use abdominal breathing to adjust your physical state, calm yourself down, then enter a meditative state, empty yourself, connect with nature, and perceive the state of 'stillness'. Let's stop here for now."

Kureha spoke without turning her head.

It is concise yet contains a profound concept.

Mercer followed behind her, his eyes thoughtful. He began to adjust his breathing, making it deeper, and walked unsteadily, struggling to gather his Observation Haki that was radiating outwards.

Every now and then, they would lose their footing because they were too focused, either bumping into Kureha's calf or slamming their heads into a tree, causing the snow on the tree to pelt them.

Kureha was so angry she laughed.

Helpless, Kureha had no choice but to grab Mercer's hand again. Soon after, they arrived at a bamboo grove not far from the foot of the iron-bucket-like Drum Mountain.

The two arrived here.

This is a continuous purple bamboo forest. The thickest bamboo is so thick that it takes one person to hug it. The mature, purplish-black bamboo stands tall and straight, and there are also many tender green bamboo shoots.

Thick snow piled up between the bamboo groves, interspersed with bamboo leaves that were either emerald green or yellowish-brown. Deep, sharp roars could still be faintly heard from within the bamboo forest.

Then, arriving at a purple bamboo stalk, Kureha released Messer's hand, squatted down, and reached out to clear away the snow. Underneath the thick layer of snow, she unearthed a plump, newly sprouted bamboo shoot.

"This island, long, long ago, was an island of spring and summer. It was full of springs, rich in resources and abundant in life. But at some point, the island was submerged by a huge tsunami, and the magnetic system that controlled the climate on the island was destroyed. As a result, the ecosystem became the winter island it is today."

"However, life is tenacious. The purple bamboo, which should have lived in a humid climate, has adapted and survived in this perpetually cold climate and has undergone a transformation. Its medicinal value has not only not diminished, but has even increased."

As if speaking from the heart, Kureha recounted this history that was nothing short of a story.

"Thanks to the eight 5,000-meter-high Magnetic Drum Mountains surrounding the island, some of the animals that originally existed on the island miraculously survived at that time."

"For example?" Messer watched Kureha digging and pulling up bamboo shoots. "Is it related to this bamboo grove?"

Using a special technique to harvest the medicinal roots she needed without damaging the main body of the rhizome, Kureha laughed and said, "You're so clever for your age, why don't you give it a try?"

Immediately, Messer followed Kureha's method to collect the roots of the purple bamboo. Kureha pinched a root, rubbed it in the snow, put it in her mouth, and chewed it gently, savoring its unique spicy and mild flavor.

The bamboo forest is not only filled with bamboo, but also with many medicinal herbs. As the lively and engaging extracurricular lessons began, the herbs in the two people's baskets also became more abundant over time.

At one point, Kureha, who was explaining the key points, suddenly flicked her right hand, a cold glint flashed, and then a mournful cry came from twenty meters away.

Kureha reached out and pinched Messer's cheek, then smiled and said, "I'll make you bamboo tube rabbit and bamboo shoot rice tonight, are you happy?"

Mercer sighed helplessly, her face falling. "Dolly, your hands are so cold, and they're covered in mud."

Such practices were not uncommon in Messer's memory; the occasional improvement in their diet consisted of food that Kureha often caught in the wild.

Hearing Mercer's mutterings, Kureha grinned, raised her right leg, and kicked Mercer in the buttocks with a clever move. Mercer cried out in surprise and flew towards the location of his prey.

He felt a heavy weight on his chest against a fist-thick purple bamboo stalk. Mercer hurriedly clung to the swaying bamboo pole, then slid to the ground.

Turning her head, Moses glared fiercely at Kureha with a cute yet menacing look, and angrily asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

Kureha took a swig of her drink and laughed, "You brat, why are you talking so much? Hurry up and pack the rabbit."

"Okay." Mercer's anger vanished instantly, replaced by a beaming smile. "Got it."

Messer wasn't surprised that he hadn't lied to Kureha, because Kureha knew about his physical abilities.

Walking forward, the prey was just five meters away. After three steps, Mercer stopped and looked curiously at a hairless mouse at his feet, about the size of two palms.

It was buried in a pile of withered yellow bamboo leaves.

No, it's hairy,

Very fine white down.

He crouched down and poked it with his finger.

"Dead? No, not yet, but it will be very soon."

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[Basic Strength Division Range]

Normal adult: F-

Sergeant/100,000 Berry Class: F-class

Lieutenant/Million Berry Class: Class E

Field Officer/Millions of Berries Level: Class D

Brigadier General, Major General/Supernova/Billion-Berry Class: Class C

Elite Vice Admiral/Admiral Candidate/First Mate/Shichibukai/Billion-Dollar Level: Rank B

Admirals/Four Emperors: 3 billion+: A-level

[Weapon Level]

Supreme Grade Sword Weapon: A

Greatsword Weapon: B

Good Quick Blade Weapon: C

Quick-fire weapon: D

Refined Weapon: E

Standard Weapon: F

Chapter 4 is a bear-like thing!

"Why are you dawdling like this?" Kureha noticed that Messer was squatting on the ground doing something, so she walked over. "Huh?"

"That's quite unusual."

Kureha's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the animal cub that Messer was holding in his hand. "A panda? No, that's not right, it's a panda."

Pandas and giant pandas have black and white fur that is the exact opposite of each other.

The panda's head fur looks like a black robber's hood, which is somewhat ugly, while the giant panda looks like it has two black circles around its eyes, making it look adorable.

Although they have two different names, they are actually the same creature. It's just that pandas are rarer; only one in hundreds or thousands of pandas might be born.

Just like the famous clothing brand DOSKOI PANDA (Hey Panda) headquartered in Donghai, the brand panda represents rarity, and I heard that the cheapest T-shirt costs 10,000 Berries.

Messer raised his head, held up the cub in his palm, and asked Kureha, "Can it be saved?"

Kureha extended her index finger and touched the panda cub's heart, feeling the extremely weak heartbeat. "What? You want this kind of defective product that was abandoned by its mother and is about to die?"

Yes, when pandas give birth to multiple cubs, they usually only nurse the strongest one and abandon the rest.

The abandoned young usually have only one fate: either they die and become fertilizer for nature, or they become a delicious meal for other creatures.

"Doctor Doriel, can you save her?" Mercer's eyes gleamed with hope. "I want this bear."

Kureha originally didn't want to interfere with this survival-of-the-fittest mentality in nature, but when she saw the hope in Messer's eyes, she softened.

Moses, though young, was quite precocious. This was the first time he had ever asked her for a favor since he could remember. So, Kureha chuckled and said, "If you want to raise him, you'll have to take care of him yourself. You'll be in charge of his food, drink, and everything else. I won't be responsible for him."

after all,

This little thing can't afford medical expenses.

Mercer blinked and nodded slightly, agreeing for now. He didn't believe anyone could resist the panda's cuteness once they got to know each other better.

Seeing this, Kureha took it with her left hand, and with her right hand, she produced a fine needle from somewhere and precisely pierced it into the panda's navel.

Using a special technique to gently grind, Kureha smiled and said, "The bodies of these mammals are not much different from those of humans, and their acupoints are also interconnected."

For example, using special acupuncture techniques on the navel area can stimulate the latent vitality within the body, like this.

In less than a minute, even Messer could sense with his Observation Haki that the cub's heartbeat had become stronger. Then, a sharp, piercing scream rang out, and he came back to life.

Pull out the fine needle.

Kureha tossed the revived little creature to Messer and chuckled, "Keep it warm in your arms. There's still some leftover goat milk powder at home; you can feed it when we get back."