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

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This shout, delivered from deep within his abdomen, startled Garp, who was picking his nose.

"Hmm?" Garp, his little finger still stuck in his nostril, glanced at him sideways, his tone unfriendly: "Kane, kid? Instead of running laps, you come here to scare this old man? Trying to swim back to Marineford?"

"No! Lieutenant General Garp!"

Kane stood tall, his eyes gleaming with determination: "You say I'm the backbone of the ship! But I know I'm not good enough! I want to learn Haki! Please teach me!"

Garp paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Hahaha! You want to learn how to be domineering? Fine!"

He casually ripped off his suit jacket, revealing a shirt underneath that was stretched taut by his muscles, almost bursting at the seams.

"I was just lamenting that I had nowhere to vent my anger! Since you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Garp clenched his fist, making a popping sound, and black Armament Haki instantly wrapped around his fist, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Kane, catch this! This is from this old man—the Iron Fist of Love!!"

boom--! ! !

With a muffled thud, Kane felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as an enormous fist magnified infinitely in his retina.

He subconsciously transformed into elements, his body becoming a whirlwind attempting to disperse.

"How naive! Elementalization is a joke in the face of Haki!"

The jet-black fist slammed into the eye of the storm without any regard for reason, precisely capturing Kane's physical form.

"Puwah—!"

Kane was sent flying like a boiled shrimp, crashing heavily into the mast.

"Pain Pain Pain Pain!"

Kane slid to the ground, feeling like he was about to throw up his breakfast.

"What? You're already lying down?" Garp walked over to him, looking down at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Where did your aura go? If this is all you've got, you'll be dead in the New World!"

“Ahem… Lieutenant General… could you… talk about some scientific training methods…” Kane grinned as he tried to negotiate.

"Science?" Garp clenched his fist again, his jet-black Armament Haki flowing like ink, radiating a despair-inducing hardness. "On my ship, there is only one training method—"

"That means getting beaten up!"

"Only by feeling pain will the body remember how to defend itself! Only when facing death will dominance awaken!"

"Come on, Kane brat!!"

"I'm fucking..."

Since we can't avoid it, we have no choice but to fight back!

"Storm - Silent Annihilation!!"

Kane swung his hands repeatedly, unleashing dozens of transparent vacuum wind blades, each powerful enough to cut through steel, accompanied by a piercing whistle, indiscriminately striking Garp's vital points!

Faced with the barrage of wind blades, Garp neither dodged nor avoided them, but simply swung his fist casually.

boom! boom! boom!

Those incredibly sharp wind blades were smashed to pieces by those two fleshy fists, turning into a gentle breeze and dissipating.

"Too light! Are you tickling this old man?!"

Garp strode forward, ignoring all attacks, and instantly closed in, punching Kane in the face.

"puff--!"

[Ding! Host detected actively attacking one of the Navy's top combat forces!]

[Disciplinary Decision: Assaulting a superior officer, insubordination!]

[Settlement Reward: 2000 Disciplinary Points!]

Huh? I almost forgot about this idiotic system!

Kane wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up unsteadily, and his eyes became fanatical.

"Cough cough... Did you not eat anything when you punched me? It was so weak, no wonder you couldn't catch Roger or keep an eye on your son."

"hiss--!!!"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the deck.

Bogart, who was peeking from the hatchway, almost hit his chin on his foot.

Is this kid...crazy? Saying something like that? Does he have a death wish?

A bright red "well" character instantly popped up on Garp's forehead, and his smile became incredibly ruthless: "Good...good lad! Looks like you've got a lot more guts than that bastard Dragon! Since you think it's too light, then this old man will give you a little extra fun!!"

boom!

This time, the air seemed to explode.

Kane didn't even see Garp's movements clearly; he only felt a gust of wind rush towards him.

"Storm Cyclone Barrier!"

He used all his strength to activate the fruit's power, creating layers of high-pressure airflow in front of him.

But in the face of that pitch-black iron fist, these air currents, enough to deflect cannonballs, were as fragile as a sheet of paper.

boom! !

Kane was punched squarely in the face, his features instantly shifted, and he spun 720 degrees in the air before crashing into the deck, where he couldn't be pried out.

"Cough cough..."

Kane lay in the ruins, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, wincing in pain.

But he was smiling.

Because the blue light screen on your retina is flashing wildly!

[Ding! Host has been detected openly provoking a Vice Admiral in public!]

[Disciplinary lapse ruling: Verbally disrespectful to superiors!]

[Settlement Reward: 1500 Disciplinary Points!]

"You're not dead yet, are you? If you're not dead, then get up now!"

Garp stood outside the hole, clenching his fists, seemingly regretting not holding back his strength earlier, but he still wouldn't let it go.

"Of course... he's not dead."

Amidst the ruins, a blue gale suddenly arose.

"Stormwing!"

The airflow behind him condensed into enormous wings, instantly increasing his speed. He transformed into a streak of azure light, relentlessly attacking Garp.

"Too slow! I can see everything you do!"

"The Iron Fist of Love!"

Bang! Boom! Crack!

"This is what a naval hero is? That's it? He didn't even mess up my hairstyle!" (At this point, Kane's face was completely swollen.)

[Ding! Disciplinary points +2200!]

"Go ahead and kill me! If you can't, I'll report you to Marshal Kong for abusing new recruits!"

[Ding! Disciplinary points +3000!]

For the entire afternoon, a horrific one-sided beating unfolded on the deck of the dog-headed warship.

But every time Kane gets knocked away, he stubbornly gets back up, spouting some awful nonsense that makes your blood pressure soar.

The marines went from initial fear to numbness, and finally to admiration.

"Lieutenant Kane... he's a real man."

"To be able to stand up and taunt the lieutenant general even after being beaten like that—that kind of willpower is terrifying!"

"Was it to provoke the lieutenant general so that he could break through his limits? What a moving desire to seek the truth!"

Garp went from initial rage to surprise, and finally... speechless.

Why does this kid get more and more energetic as the fight goes on?

That look... that look of gleam in his eyes as he stared at his fist, as if it were gold, what was going on?

As the sun set, Garp stopped what he was doing and looked at the boy opposite him who, even while lying on the ground, stubbornly gave him the middle finger. He felt immense admiration for him.

Alright! That's all for today!

Garp withdrew his Haki, waved his hand, and surprisingly felt a surge of pleasure. "Carry this kid to the infirmary! Use the best medicine! Don't let him die!"

"Yes!"

Two medics rushed over and lifted the limp Kane onto a stretcher.

"and many more……"

On the stretcher, Kane, who had been "unconscious," suddenly reached out a trembling hand and grabbed Garp's trouser leg as he passed by.

Garp was taken aback, then lowered his head: "What? Haven't you had enough?"

On Kane's face, swollen beyond recognition, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice hoarse yet full of sincerity:

"Lieutenant General...tomorrow...please be sure to...increase the intensity!"

Garp: "..."

Marines: "..."

This guy is insane! He's absolutely insane!

Only Kane knew that the last thing he saw before he fell into a coma was that beautiful line of numbers on the system panel.

Today's total earnings: 28,500 disciplinary points!