days in the world of pirates

October 1, 1506 in the Haiyuan calendar! The playground of the 77th branch of the East China Sea Navy, 5 o'clock in the morning!

In the corner of the playground, a thin and fuzzy figure shone with starlight, holding a knife in both hands and hacking away at the front.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a sharp whistle!

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While practicing his sword skills, Mo Sen counted silently in his mind!

When he counted to 1,000, Mo Sen's knife skills suddenly changed, from chopping to straight stabbing.

squeak!

The more harsh wind sound penetrated far into the night, like the scream of a ghost, revealing the hazy night, eerie and terrifying!

The sound of sharp blades cutting through the air and Mawson's low shouts intertwined together, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet playground.

Well, saying it was sharp is actually a bit exaggerated, because he had an unedged wooden knife in his hand.

After practicing each basic movement such as chopping, slashing, stabbing, sweeping, etc. a thousand times, Mawson put all the movements together and made them coherent.

It is still a basic movement, and it can only be a basic sword style, not even a sword technique. Because, although he can follow the drill as a miscellaneous soldier, the navy branch does not have any established sword techniques.

For the most basic level of the navy, sword skills are far less valuable than a gun.

After all, this is the weakest East China Sea, and 99% of the pirates can be defeated with one shot. What's more, many of the big pirates in the New World have sniper professions in their pirate groups.

Based on the man’s dream and understanding of guns before time travel, he has not given up on practicing the Mawson gun.

Who can have too many survival skills?

Training is really hard. Fortunately, the upper limit of potential and physical strength of people in this world far exceed that of people on earth. After practicing all the basic knife styles, Mawson lay down on the spot. This body seemed to be quite talented, otherwise

I can't support the empty body of a homebody.

In the past six months, Mohsen has deeply experienced the abnormal physique of people in this world.

Take him for example, since he entered the naval base, in addition to daily chores: laundry, mopping the floor, kitchen chores, etc., he usually wants to spend all his time training himself.

Even when sleeping, I have slept 5 hours a day for the past six months.

This kind of intense training, if placed on earth, let alone a young man, would destroy even an iron man.

He prefers not to.

Every time when he was exhausted, he would feel that his body had regained a lot of strength after only ten minutes of rest.

When Mawson thought he had exceeded his physical limit, his body would tell him: No, you have not broken through!

It slaps my brother in the face and breaks my heart!

Therefore, although these technical training are important, Merson does more physical training.

Although he doesn't understand the principles of Six Styles and Haki, he knows that the body is the foundation of everything, including Devil Fruit, which relies on physical strength to support it.

In the past six months, he has quickly grown ten centimeters in height and gained 20 kilograms in weight, which is enough to prove how excellent his physical training is.

Under his baggy blue navy trousers, each pair of leggings he made weighed 5 kilograms, and he never took them off except for bathing.

In the past six months, everyone in the base has basically been challenged by him. From the beginning, he could only be on par with an ordinary soldier. Later, the non-commissioned officer was no match for him. Now he can support many rounds in the hands of the captain.

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His marksmanship is even ranked among the top five in the branch, and his accuracy is terrifying. When cracking a hard-boiled egg from two hundred meters away, he will never beat the egg yolk but not the egg white. With a gun in his hand, even Colonel Franke wants to challenge him.

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Mawson's efforts won the respect of all the soldiers in the base, and even the veterans were led to be diligent.

At any time, people who work hard towards their dreams deserve to be respected, let alone those who work hard towards their dreams!

I don’t want to be defeated by a 12-year-old brat. That would definitely be a shame in my military career! A captain at the base said this after getting drunk during one of his shifts.

Mawson clapped his hands and put the wooden sword aside. This was his 60th sword. He spent an average of three days practicing to get rid of one. Every time he went to pick up a new wooden sword from the quartermaster, he would be glared at and ridiculed. He was simply classified as

The most unpopular character among the quartermasters.

What a stingy guy, it’s just a wooden knife, doesn’t it act like a guard against thieves?

After complaining, Moson put the 50-pound stone on the ground that he used for daily training on his back and began to perform weight-bearing frog jumps.

He made the stones by himself and made them suitable for carrying on his back. This is also his own unique training technique. Once, when his whole body was sore after practicing the basic knife pose, he suddenly came up with physical training.

I didn't expect the effect to be unexpectedly good. The feeling of slowly increasing strength and physique is so exciting that I can't breathe. It's several times more exciting than when I was an otaku in my previous life and watched a short movie, and the indescribable slow motion of the left and right hands happened.

And you don’t have to worry about deviations in knife skills due to unstable force after physical training.

I'm such a clever little guy!

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The sound gradually faded away, disappearing into the hazy night.

Toot!! Toot!!

Urgent alarm bells rang throughout the 77th Base, followed by Colonel Franke's voice.

Everyone gathers, except for the soldiers on duty, everyone gathers on the playground, urgent mission!!

Navy quarters.

Mawson, who was cleaning the house, heard the radio and threw the broom aside.

He quickly ran to where he lived, put his sword on his back, picked up his spear and ran to the playground to assemble with the other soldiers.

This was also the third time in the two years since I had been at the base that I had heard the general assembly. Unfortunately, I had been excluded the first two times. I must not miss it this time.

Ten minutes later, everyone except the soldiers on duty had gathered.

Colonel Franke, wearing the great cloak of justice, walked to the lined up square and stood still.

Report to the colonel that all combat troops have been assembled, 280 of them were supposed to be present, but 2 were actually present. Adjutant Cinderell stuttered before finishing the report.

Several black lines appeared on Franka's forehead. Looking at the little tail hanging at the end of the formation, he yelled: Bastard, kid Moson, we don't need any handymen for this battle, especially novice trainee soldiers.

Mawson, who is 1.7 meters tall, is really small in this world. Looking forward, the back of his head is visible.

Colonel, this is the 29th time you have said that there is no need for handymen, but every time I come back from a battle, I will clean the warship.

Awkward silence!

Colonel, I am already 14 years old, and as the commander who taught me swordsmanship, you know my strength best.

No strong person is trained, and you will never become strong without actual combat.

Cinderian, Mawson came out. Franka interrupted Mawson and said, "Don't use guns. Defeating Cinderrian proves that you are qualified to board the ship and fight. Don't say I won't give you a chance."

Ah, would it be too much of a bully to send me here? Haha. The adjutant, Captain Cinderell, is second only to Colonel Franke in strength in the base. Wouldn't it be bullying to send him here?

Really? Colonel, keep your word!

Hey, kid, stop here. Who do you think is standing here? I am Cinderil, the so-called 'pirate butcher'. The adjutant looks unhappy. What's going on with the happy expression on your face?

Is it because you are too smart, or do you think I can't handle the knife?

Captain, I'm ready! Holding the knife in his hand, Mawson ignored the adjutant's words. This hard-won opportunity cannot slip away.

After all, he hasn't fought anyone for half a year since he had a fight with Colonel Franke half a year ago.

If Cinderel still thinks of himself as the person he was a year ago, he will suffer a big loss.

Kid, there is a price to pay for arrogance, and I won’t be polite to you!

Your Excellency the Adjutant was obviously angry. He was looked down upon by a brat who had only been in the base for two years. He couldn't bear it even if his uncle could bear it.

The captain's long sword is not the navy's standard long sword. It is a sharp sword that he captured during a hunt for pirates. Its sharpness is no less than 50 times better than a good sharp sword. There are no less than ten pirates who hate this sword.

The name of the knife is 'Fengzhu', and its sharpness is not inferior to that of a good and fast knife. Be careful, kid! This is not the same house you played before, and I won't give in! With the knife in his hand, Cinderil's aura became dangerous, and he reminded Mo Sen.

Mawson's eyes were bright, and no one might believe it. This was the first time he had fought with real weapons in the world of pirates. Thinking of the wooden sword that was useless after just a few moves, he almost burst into tears!

For the first time in real combat, Mo Sen was a little excited!

Trainee handyman Mohsen, please give me some advice!

Before the pronunciation of the word "teaching" could be heard, Mo Sen dashed forward and crossed over three meters away. Holding a knife in both hands, he slashed the adjutant's right arm.

Step forward and chop!!!

Cinderil was obviously startled by the speed and weird angle, and his reaction was half a beat too slow.

Ding!

The terrifying sound of steel clashing was heard, and the adjutant who held the sword to block hastily was knocked back seven or eight steps and could hardly stand.

On the other side, Mo Sen put away his sword and stood. He was actually frightened by his rapidly growing strength! There was no three hundred rounds of fighting, and there were no moves flying around. When the strength gap is too big, fighting is just that simple.

All the navy soldiers' eyeballs flew out, and their mouths were open until they were about to dislocate.

Wow, what an amazing kid.

I didn't expect that the skinny kid two years ago has become so powerful. Your Excellency, the colonel, really brought back a monster!

He defeated Lieutenant Cinderil in one fell swoop.

I can't stop this knife if I go for it!

What nonsense, the colonel is probably the only one in the base who can block this sword!

The soldiers' discussion made Cinderil's red face turn darker. He looked at the clothes that were scratched around his heart, and he was still frightened! If he was being repelled just now, Mawson stabbed him a few centimeters deeper.

, he may have just cooled off.

If you fail to pretend to beep, you will be fooled!

Colonel Franke's eyes also popped out, exactly the same as the soldiers' expressions, and he was obviously shocked by Mawson's progress.

During the sparring half a year ago, we could even compete with each other through physical skills, but now I'm sorry for bothering you, I can't afford to offend you!

He and Cindril often had fights and fights, but he did not have the ability to defeat the adjutant with one blow.

You put on an expression that showed you had expected the wisdom pearl in your possession, as if the person who was stunned just now was not you. That's right, kid, from now on you are an official soldier of the 77th Navy Base.

Now, come back to the team!

Yes, Colonel.

Set off!!!