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It only took one take.

Soon it was time for the practical part. With Kureha's shout of "Attention!", a very standard throwing motion was set up.

The next instant, as Mercer carefully observed, a snowball accurately hit the spot where Bear Cub's forelegs landed not far away.

As he strode forward on his short legs, a snowball appeared at his feet, hitting him precisely on the ground. Bear Cub slammed his head into the ground, and the momentum of the impact carved a shallow furrow in the snow onto his round face.

The next second, a heart-wrenching "wailing" sounded from the bear's mouth. The bear cub howled and ran towards the two of them with its short legs as if startled.

Messer couldn't help but glance at Kureha, who pouted, "I didn't use any force, that little thing is just pretending. She's got a lot of tricks up her sleeve."

As he spoke, Xiong Bao stumbled over, stood up on his back, and wrapped his front paws around Mercer's legs, hiding behind Mercer.

He was still howling.

Mercer lifted him by the scruff of his neck and held him in her arms. Instantly, the bear stopped howling and buried his head tightly in Mercer's neck.

Although it no longer howled, it was still humming in its throat.

Kureha sighed and reached out to stroke Xiong Bao's chubby ears. "You little bear."

result.

Moses' first hunt ended in failure.

Ok,

The main reason is that there are no reindeer in the bamboo forest.

They managed to chop up a bamboo rat to make do, but Kureha threw it away.

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Chapter 5, when the Navy assigns old...

On the light screen panel in front of me, the Gift Abilities section displays six grayed-out abilities at the bottom.

[Breathing], [Medicine], [Domestication], [Weapon handling], [Precision], [Throwing].

January 10th.

One morning.

As he closed the projected light screen panel, Moses thought about the several gifts in the Gifts section that were only displayed in gray and had not yet materialized:

"Ten days is not a slow time for the Gift of Throw to manifest. However, I still have to suppress the feeling that it is about to materialize from time to time."

The manifestation of a gift requires either truly learning the ability or skill, or experiencing such an extraordinary possibility in one's own life and history.

Both manifestation and realization require a certain opportunity, whether it is a flash of inspiration or the accumulation of hard work and skill over time. However, Moses can interfere to a certain extent with whether the gift is truly realized.

Thanks to its perfect symbiosis with the "light sphere", it complements and coexists with the light sphere.

This is something Mercer can truly do.

Gifted abilities can be manifested spontaneously through learning, but as things stand, even if they are manifested, they are only at the lowest level, F.

Even if the gift does not manifest, the experience will not disappear, but will continue to accumulate.

It's just that it doesn't have the attribute bonus of the "Blessed Ability".

I don't really need it right now.

Soul Crystals: [0]

This is also because I haven't obtained any Soul Crystals yet, and the way to obtain Soul Crystals...

For now, it's better to wait until you've accumulated enough merit points and then go for it in one go.

In particular, regarding the gift of "Precision," Moses has a strong reason to believe that it is a "Type Two" gift, one that cannot be developed through training.

Rather than a skillful gift, it's more like a talent, a special gift in terms of probability and concept.

As for the other items, they are a gift from [Type 1], and can be developed autonomously through training.

"At present, there is no need for these blessings to actually manifest. It is good to continue to explore, accumulate, and increase our foundation. It is also possible that when they manifest spontaneously in the future, we will have a higher starting point."

It's an instinctive feeling.

It also comes from the affirmation of the "sphere of light" in the sea of ​​consciousness.

One's life experiences and history are not static. A moment of inspiration or a few insights will not vanish in an instant, but will continuously accumulate in one's history.

It won't disappear; it will only become more fragrant with age, like fine wine.

In the snow outside the treehouse.

I stood quietly under an old tree.

The breathing was slow, with the abdomen expanding and contracting, and there was a gap of more than ten seconds between each inhale and exhale. The mind was empty, and the senses of sight and hearing were constantly controlled by instinct.

When you are outdoors, you can perceive the vastness of nature and the immensity of the world.

Within, perceive the unique sound emanating from within yourself, the unique vibrations that belong solely to life.

I didn't sense anything special; all I felt was that my heartbeat slowed down and everything around me became quiet.

A unique perspective.

With each breath, it felt as if it were in harmony with the wind and snow in nature.

Into the set.

Inside the treehouse, Kureha held her cub and quietly watched Messer under the snow-covered tree. Messer seemed to blend into the snowy landscape without any sense of incongruity, as if he was meant to be there.

"How strange, this kid has that kind of mystical aura that's been circulating among swordsmen."

"What insights did you gain?"

Kureha is not a swordsman; in her words, she is just an ordinary medical worker who knows a little about self-defense.

As for those lofty concepts like "the breathing of all things," "listening to the voice of all things," and "mind reading," she simply approaches them with a scientific attitude of not believing or spreading rumors.

As they watched, at one point, they saw Mercer open his eyes, shudder, and even sneeze. At that moment, Kureha shouted at the top of her lungs:

"You know it's cold, why are you still standing there? Get back here!"

Messer grinned, already used to Kureha's sharp tongue, clenched his wooden hand, and strode over with his short legs.

She opened the door, letting some of the warmth escape, and amidst Kureha's grumbling, ran to the fireplace to warm herself.

Separated by an iron fence, Mercer stretched out his hands, transmitting the heat of the flames.

The treehouse has a fireplace, and with all the modifications, and the tree itself is still alive, it's quite amazing.

In terms of vitality, it's quite impressive.

******

afternoon.

Knock knock knock!

A knock came at the door.

Kureha wasn't on the first floor, but in the drug development lab on the second floor.

That's where Kureha does some mysterious research, like longevity drugs, bloodline factors, and so on. Under normal circumstances, Moses doesn't go there.

Going there won't help if you don't understand it.

Seeing no response from inside, the person outside knocked on the door again.

At the desk.

Looking at the book, Messer sighed. The secluded treehouse deep in the mountains and forests was usually deserted, except for a quack doctor whom he had only met once. The term "quack doctor" was coined by Kureha.

When a quack doctor comes, he will shout and yell.

"Which one?"

Mercer looked wary, then asked with a hint of helplessness, "Who are you looking for?"

As he spoke, he got up and went to the corner of the room where the weapons were kept. He picked up his axe and released his Observation Haki at the same time.

Just then, a loud laugh came from outside, and Moses put his axe back in its place. Immediately afterwards, a voice that sounded all too familiar rang out:

"Mercy, your grandpa's here. Open the door quickly."

A black line appeared on Moses' forehead. He stepped forward to open the door speechlessly, only to find a burly figure blocking the entrance. The next second, Moses felt a dizzying sensation.

A broad, calloused hand gripped Mercer's chest and abdomen, lifting him high into the air, followed by another hand that began to rub Mercer's head.

"Are you trying to crush my head, you bastard grandpa?"

As Mercer stared at him and spoke, listening to his childishly sharp tongue, Garp paused, somewhat embarrassed, and released his hand.

The awkwardness lasted only a moment before Garp's face darkened again, and he cursed, "What did you call me, you brat? You bastard?"

Mercer spread his arms to the sides with a helpless expression. "That's what Doctor Doriel calls me. I'm the bastard grandson, and you're the bastard grandpa. We're both bastards."

Garp's lips twitched, and he was about to speak when Kureha came down the stairs, chuckling, "Did I say something wrong? Just tell me, aren't you a jerk?"

As Garp's eyes twitched wildly, Kureha snatched Messer from his grasp and tossed it to the ground, causing Garp's eyes to twitch again.

"This kid is only two years old, can't you be a little gentler?"

Kureha glanced at Messer, who was acting as if nothing had happened and went to serve tea and water, and shrugged indifferently, "That kid's tough, huh? What? Now you know how to be gentle? Why didn't you go easy on him earlier?"

The two started bickering as soon as they met. Messer came over with two cups of tea, first giving one to Kureha, and then, seeing that Garp was jealous, handing her the other cup.

Kureha sipped her tea with a grin, looking at Garp and saying, "Is it pleasant to be served tea by your grandson for the first time?"

Upon hearing this, Garp raised an eyebrow, and just as he was about to smirk, he heard Kureha say, "That kid pours me tea every day."

Garp looked at Messer's obedient nature, and then thought of Ace, the mischievous monkey he had left on Mount Colbo on Dawn Island. After thinking for a while, he said, "Messer, do you want to go to the East Blue? Your brother Ace wants to see you."

Kureha's expression changed slightly. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything. However, Messer shook her head and said to Karp's surprise, "I'm physically weak. Let's wait another year or two. I'm still young, and the journey is too long for me to endure."

Garp didn't think much of it and just nodded.

"Too."

After all, just two years ago, Mercer looked like he was "about to die young."