One Piece: Starting with Coercing and Enticing Nami

The surrounding area is filled with ships of various styles.

As the ramp was lowered, the pirates rushed into the town in twos and threes, but unlike last time, they were not there to plunder.

This is because the town has its own set of rules.

Under the bright sunshine, the sea breeze brought a lively atmosphere to the town.

At the fence.

Looking at the bustling streets, the people here seemed to ignore the arriving pirates... But Thoth could see clearly that disgust, fear, and other emotions were evident deep in their eyes.

Pirates! They really are a group that everyone hates, especially true trash like the Norton Pirates.

Oh, right!

It seems I'm now part of the Norton Pirates.

Without realizing it, I lost all interest in watching any further.

Upon reaching the stern, in this area that belonged to Thoth during this period, Thoth continued his swordsmanship training.

Focusing on the sword and the coordination of body movements, as the initial level of swordsmanship proficiency has passed the halfway mark, a wonderful feeling is gradually emerging.

These basic sword techniques, as I used them, no longer seemed as rigid as before.

A kind of skillful force

It is gradually taking shape.

006. Hardware maxed out!

Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

It was 9:30 p.m.

At this moment, Thoth stopped swinging his sword. As his state of focus ended and the energy of concentration dissipated, a wave of fatigue surged forth.

Aches and pains spread throughout my body, and sweat streamed into my eyes, making it difficult to open them.

His heart pounded, his mind went blank, his legs went weak, and he gasped for breath. Thoth suppressed his instinct to collapse and, with a rhythmic breathing pattern, adjusted himself.

This is a unique breathing technique that is learned along with the basic swordsmanship.

It can greatly relax the body's muscles and adjust one's state of mind.

A few minutes later, his heart rate gradually calmed down, and Thoth slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, wiping the salty sweat from his face.

You can feel your body protesting, indicating a need to replenish salt and nutrients.

Despite my exhaustion, I made my way to the ship's restaurant and found the leftover food that had gone cold.

Seeing that the soup in the bowl was almost gone, Tote did not hesitate and picked up the bowl and gulped it down.

The unpalatable soup mixed with mushy vegetable leaves entered his stomach, and Thoth felt his body greedily absorbing these nutrients.

After finishing his soup, Tote looked at the cold fried rice and fried pork chops left on the table.

A moment later, he sat on the stool, clutching his abdomen, and exhaled a comfortable breath.

The feeling of having your stomach full is truly wonderful; it's a feeling of being alive.

I can clearly feel the fatigue in my body gradually disappearing, and little by little strength is growing from my flesh and bones.

Suddenly, Thoth's eyes flickered, and a strange, instinctive feeling arose, as if something had quietly appeared inside his body.

With a thought, the light screen panel appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Thoth clearly saw a brand new skill gradually being inscribed on the skill list.

[Self-Recovery (Beginner 0/10)]

New skills, new possibilities.

Thoth was surprised and delighted, instinctively understanding a fact from this skill that was clearly designed for recovery.

The talent "Learning Has Been Acquired" has been activated.

The human body has the ability to self-recover, which is a physiological instinct that is constantly in progress.

The intense physical exercise I've been doing all day has become a habit, and the nutritional replenishment I just received has brought this physiological process to a peak at this moment.

This activates the body's natural talent, enabling it to learn successfully on its own and thus manifest this special recovery skill.

Is it a conditional and preconditional form of self-learning based on objective instinct?

That's true. Skills like swordsmanship involve one's own conscious effort to learn, so it doesn't take long to master the skill.

However, self-healing skills are not something that can be learned through conscious effort.

It's like active and passive skills.

From this perspective, my talent, which I have "learned and mastered," must have other, deeper possibilities waiting for me to explore and develop.

From this perspective, the acquisition of skills through talent has a peculiar connection with one's own subjective consciousness.

Even if you haven't mastered the skill yet, it can already have a slight effect.

The continuous improvement of basic swordsmanship can also be seen as a gradual development of control over the body.

As Thoth's spiritual practice deepened, his sensory system became stronger, allowing him to perceive the changes occurring in his body more clearly.

At this moment, the body's recovery efficiency is significantly enhanced compared to before.

The wear and tear on my muscles and the cuts on my palms are healing at a slow but steady pace.

At this moment, Thoth glanced at the mess in the restaurant, smirked, then got up and left without looking back.

on the deck.

With arms draped over the railing, the refreshing, salty sea breeze caressed their faces. In one corner of the deck, four or five pirates left behind were gambling with playing cards, their faces flushed.

The loser hurled insults and curses.

The winner was laughing so hard he couldn't stop.

The street not far away was bustling with activity, with colorful lights shining from each shop, contrasting sharply with the dimness on the ship, like two distinct worlds.

For some reason, Thoth suddenly felt out of place. The awakening of his past life memories changed his perception.

Although he wasn't against the pirate lifestyle, he genuinely disapproved of life on this ship.

The fusion of memories from two lifetimes, the collision and reconciliation of different life values, and looking back at the vulgar pirates on the ship, a feeling that he could no longer stay urged Thoth to leave this place as soon as possible.

Human nature is to follow the light.

Nobody wants to be stuck in this filthy quagmire for the rest of their life.

Humans are social beings; even the most solitary person will crave like-minded companions.

Thoth tightened his grip on the iron sword at his waist, and his legs moved involuntarily as he stepped off the boat onto the footboard.

But as soon as I got off the boat, I stopped again, a faint sense of bewilderment and helplessness rising in my heart.

However, soon, Toth walked calmly and steadily toward the town.

V. Thoth's adventure, the first step toward freedom, officially begins with this very step.

However, soon, as Thoth walked down the street, his lips twitched. Without money, it was truly difficult to move an inch.

A skewer of fragrant grilled meat costs 120 Berries, a cup of milk tea costs 150 Berries. Tot wanted to buy a simple new outfit, but upon seeing the prices, he turned around and left.

She looked embarrassed, and her clothes smelled of sweat, drawing disgusted glances from passersby.

Even the thugs on the street were dressed cleaner than I was.

What a waste of such a handsome face.

Toth roared inwardly, "Make money, make money, and make money the hell out of me!" At that moment, he cursed the damned first mate in his mind.

His aura turned gloomy, as if wisps of black energy were swirling around him.

Looking up at the sky, can't a rich woman just fall from the sky?

The next moment, Thoth quickly dodged, and with a slight splatter, a clump of bird droppings fell from the sky, almost hitting him.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ouch!" rang out from beside him; Thoth had dodged and bumped into a pedestrian.

The pedestrian looked annoyed, and Toth apologized repeatedly in embarrassment. The pedestrian raised an eyebrow, covered his nose, and sneered:

"Can't you watch where you're going? Are your eyes just for breathing? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Whether in the past life or here, there is never a shortage of onlookers. Suddenly, the surrounding crowd retreated, leaving only the two people on the street within a ten-meter radius.

The person Thoth bumped into was a blond young man who seemed to enjoy being watched and noticed. He even put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"I'm really annoyed right now. If you can't come up with a million Berries, I'll break your arm."

Thoth sighed softly upon hearing this, looking at the young man opposite him, "Was this really necessary? I've already apologized to you!"

"Apologize?" The young man sneered. "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a beggar-like piece of trash."

But at that moment, Thoth stepped forward with his right foot, exerted all his strength, and swung out his tightly clenched left fist, which landed heavily on his abdomen.

With that punch, the young man bent over and screamed. Then, Thoth turned his right foot, twisted his waist, and spun his left leg, striking the young man's face with the back of his foot. With a dull thud, the young man fell to the ground.

Thoth stepped forward and kicked him in the face, sending him tumbling sideways.

In an instant, the man fainted.

Thoth glanced coldly at the onlookers around him, who immediately swarmed away, grabbed his blond-haired friend, and dragged him into a nearby alley.

Throwing it on the ground, Thoth sneered:

"You really think you're something special?"

He bent down, pulled a wallet from his pocket, opened it, and found a small stack of peggs. By the light, he quickly counted them, and a few seconds later, he said, "Tch! You poor bastard."

"You're asking me for a million, but you don't even have three hundred thousand yourself. Trash."

At this moment, looking at the young man lying in the alley, Toth narrowed his eyes as he looked at his black leather jacket.

He then peeled it off, took a gentle sniff, and said, "Hmm, it doesn't smell bad."

He took off his only slightly damp coat, put on his leather jacket, and exposed his muscular, well-defined chest.

The leather jacket fit surprisingly well, conforming perfectly to the contours of his body.