Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

He held up one finger and shook it gently.

Sakazuki stared intently at Kane, his chest heaving. Despite his anger, he had to admit that Kane's evasive maneuvers had been ridiculously fast in that split second.

Just how strong is this bastard?

"What do you want to say?" Sakazuki asked coldly, suppressing his anger.

I want to help you.

Kane's smile vanished, replaced by an incredibly "sincere" expression.

"The elite camp's end-of-month assessment is in seven days. I heard that the top three in this assessment will be eligible to receive a Devil Fruit."

Sakazuki's pupils constricted slightly.

"I don't want my best friend to fall behind because of injury, otherwise I would be very lonely."

Kane walked to the bedside, picked up an apple, and without peeling it, took a bite.

"Therefore, I have decided to sacrifice my personal rest time. Starting tomorrow, I will come here every day to provide you with one-on-one 'rehabilitation training'."

"I will teach you my combat skills without reservation, through hands-on experience, until I beat you... no, until I've mastered them."

“Of course, you can refuse if you’re afraid of being beaten to tears. After all…” Kane glanced at the bouquet of white chrysanthemums and shrugged, “You are indeed very vulnerable right now.”

Provocation tactic.

But Sakazuki was completely swayed by that. His pride wouldn't allow him to bow down to anyone, especially this scoundrel who was spouting nonsense.

"Humph."

Sakazuki snorted coldly, bent down to pick up the bloody needle from the ground, and expressionlessly reinserted it into the vein.

"I can't ask for it."

Sakazuki turned around, his back to Kane, his voice chilling.

"If you're not afraid to die, then come on. Don't come crying and begging for mercy later."

"A word is settled!"

Kane swallowed the apple in his mouth, a slight smile curving his lips.

awesome.

A durable, daily refreshable "mobile experience pack" that provides high emotional value has been successfully bound!

"Then you should rest well, eat more meat, and don't fall down with just one punch tomorrow."

Kane waved his hand and walked out of the ward in a cheerful mood, turning off the light for Sakazuki as he did so.

Goodnight, my dearest friend.

As soon as he stepped out of the hospital, Kane's smile widened.

This operation will bring in a considerable amount of money.

"System, check the current balance of disciplinary violations."

With a thought, a pale blue light screen unfolded on the retina.

Current balance: 34082 points.

Kane looked at the number and nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's master the remaining moves of the Six Styles first... After all, as an instructor, I always need to come up with some new tricks to surprise the students."

Chapter 15 The Iron Fist of Love and Hellish Training!

The next morning, before dawn.

"Bang--!!!"

Sakazuki's hospital room door slammed shut with a loud bang, the entire door panel tragically hitting the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Good morning, Sakazuki!

Kane stood at the doorway against the morning light, holding a baguette he'd swiped from the cafeteria, his face beaming with a warm, welcoming smile.

"It's time for your rehabilitation training! As your personal trainer, I absolutely will not allow you to stay in bed!"

On the hospital bed, Sakazuki, who had been in a light sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead. He looked at the pitiful door on the floor, then at Kane.

"Kane...it's only 5:30!!!"

"The early bird catches the worm, so how can the pursuit of justice be divided by time?" Kane took a bite of his baguette, which was as hard as iron. "Come on, let me see how well you've recovered last night!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kane vanished into thin air.

shave!

The next second, the wind howled, and the hard baguette went straight for Sakazuki's forehead!

"You bastard...don't be so arrogant!!"

Sakazuki is, after all, a monster-level rookie. Although he is injured, his reflexes are still terrifying.

He roared, braced himself on the bed with one hand, and used the momentum to spin in the air. His thick right leg, carrying a strong wind, delivered a vicious side kick.

"boom!"

From that moment on, Sakazuki's hellish week began.

……

The third day of special training.

The ward was a complete mess, with holes all over the walls; anyone who didn't know better would think it had been bombed.

"Huh...huh..."

Sakazuki leaned against the wall, panting heavily, sweat mingling with blood from his bursting wounds, staining his bandages red. His eyes were fierce as he stared intently at the man standing in the center of the room, whose clothes hadn't even wrinkled.

He didn't understand.

Mingming herself had also learned to "shave" and kept up with his speed.

No matter how he attacked, no matter how strong he was, Kane could always deflect his fist like a piece of paper the instant it touched his opponent's body, following the wind of the punch.

"Too stiff, Sakazuki."

Kane stood with his hands in his pockets, his body swaying slightly with the air currents, as if he were weightless.

"Your fists contain only anger, not skill."

"Enough talk! Take this!" Sakazuki's eyes were bloodshot as he unleashed a barrage of punches, sealing off all avenues for escape.

"Paper Painting: Fallen Leaves"

Kane's eyes were indifferent, his body twisted and folded at an unbelievable angle. Sakazuki's fist grazed his skin without touching a single hair.

Then, Kane extended a finger and gently touched Sakazuki's unsuspecting abdomen.

Finger gun

puff!

What seemed like a light touch of a finger actually unleashed a force that could penetrate steel plates the moment it made contact.

"vomit--!"

Sakazuki's eyes bulged out, his whole body arched like a shrimp, and he vomited up the acid in his stomach. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

"Huh...huh..."

"Why……"

He raised his head, and a hint of confusion appeared in his fierce eyes.

"Why can you improve so quickly? I'm working so hard every day... I even think about how to beat you when I'm sleeping..."

"Because of faith, Sakazuki."

Kane walked to the window, his back to the sunlight, and was bathed in a holy glow.

He's started again.

"Your sense of justice is too heavy, too strained."

“But I’m different.” Kane turned around, revealing that warm, comforting smile. “I became stronger to protect everyone’s smiles. That ease, joy, and love-filled feeling is the source of my power!”

At the entrance, Borsalino was happily cracking sunflower seeds.

Upon hearing this, his eyes behind his sunglasses lit up, and he couldn't help but say to Kuzan beside him, "Wow~ Kane is really something else~"

Kuzan's lips twitched as he looked at Sakazuki, who was beaten to the point of questioning his existence in the hospital room, and shuddered: "Are you an idiot? He's completely ruined Sakazuki!"

Sakazuki stared blankly at Kane, actually pondering those words.

Could it be... that I'm just too tense?

[Ding! Successfully tricked the future marshal into self-doubt, causing his logic to become confused!]

[Disciplinary Value +600!]

Day six of special training.

Kane sat in the intact chair, looking at Sakazuki in front of him who was so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger, and nodded in satisfaction.

While racking up points these past few days has been exhilarating, it's also costing money like water. To maintain this "crushing" persona, Kane has poured almost all the points he's earned into the bottomless pit of the Six Styles.

However, seeing Sakazuki's bewildered expression, Kane felt it was all worth it.

This is not only about strengthening oneself, but also about taming the future marshal!

In terms of raw power, he has now completely overwhelmed Sakazuki, who has not yet consumed the Magma-Magma Fruit!

"Alright, the special training is over."

Kane stood up and straightened his tie, which wasn't messy.

"Tomorrow is the assessment. Sakazuki, although you've been getting beaten up these past few days, your resilience has indeed improved a lot."

Sakazuki lay on the ground, his fingers digging into the cracks in the floorboards. He didn't argue, because he could feel that despite the excruciating pain, a force rebounding from being pushed to its limit was surging within him.

That bastard... although he has a sharp tongue and ruthless methods, he is indeed helping me become stronger.