I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

Hawkeye put down his pawn and sighed, "Mr. Carl, how strong are you?"

Mr. Carl's feeling to Hawkeye is like a bottomless pit, which will never end.

In any way, I will always be like a new student.

Carl laughed: "Buy the book, it's the fastest shortcut."

Thinking of the thousands of books in the bookstore, Hawkeye shook his head and smiled:

"Mr. Carl must be lonely too!"

This is all the feelings Hawkeye has after discussing the sword. His current kendo realm is like standing on the top of a mountain, while the swordsmen in the world are still looking up at the foot of the mountain.

No one can compete with them, the gap is really too big.

And the feeling that Mr. Carl gave him, as if he had flown out of the clouds, was another extreme.

"The world would only be more boring without Mr. Carl?!"

Hawkeye expresses a kind of loneliness, which is also the loneliness of all swordsmen in this world.

Carl stared at Hawkeye in a daze, blinking in confusion, he didn't know what was wrong with Hawkeye suddenly, and said something incomprehensible.

He is a book seller, so he is not lonely.

The only boring thing is that I haven't sold ten books, I can only stay on this isolated island, and I can't go out.

"If that's the case, you really don't plan to buy two more?"

Carl asked again.

Hawkeye smiled and said: "I know that I will never catch up with Mr. Carl, so I might as well just stay where I am now and wait for someone who can catch up with me, someone who can let me out of the sword, and hopefully it will be bigger."

For three days and three nights, there were three hundred and sixty-one pieces on the chessboard.

Hawkeye brought his Sword God's artistic conception to the Ultimate, but when he reached one hundred and eight children, he couldn't make it, and he was a complete failure.

"No, Mr. Carl, let's have another game, I have to beat you by one."

This seems to have become the obsession in Hawkeye's heart now.

Carl laughed: "Does it make sense? You're number one now."

Hawkeye said: "Of course there is, there is the world's number one Mihawk, but there is no Mr. Carl, please ask for the sword."

Hawkeye only wanted to win Mr. Carl one son, he and Carl made one hundred and eight sons, and the sons retreated, which strengthened his determination.

He is regarded as the number one in the world by the swordsmen in the world, and this kind of number one conferred has no meaning to him.

Carl shook his head with a wry smile, Eagle Eye was too obsessed, it was almost impossible to sell him books again.

One hundred and eight stones are still standing on the chessboard, and Hawkeye is defeated on the chessboard.

Since Hawkeye has lost the heart to buy books, Carl has no need to continue to guide.

On the chessboard, he is black.

Eagle Eye White.

Although Hawkeye went first, he couldn't defeat the first son.

It's already a sign of being trapped.

At this time, Carl gave up the black and took the white, and put it on the chessboard.

pat!

Comes to life in an instant!

Layers of siege, immediately disintegrated!

Hawkeye stared at it in astonishment, he thought about the siege game where he couldn't get a single piece for three days and three nights, he thought it was already a dead game.

Mr. Carl broke it down in one fell swoop.

Is this victor more than just a son?

"As expected of Mr. Carl!"

Hawkeye completely worshipped, and the profound meaning in it has long been beyond the realm of his sword god.

Carl looked up and noticed the two people in the boat.

"Garp?"

Carl still had some vague impressions.

"Haha...Finally finished, Mr. Carl, the old man has wanted to see you for a long time?"

"You want to buy a book?"

Carl asked curiously.

"Of course, the last time this old man learned the Seven Wounds Boxing from you, the feeling of increased strength was indescribably pleasant."

"But there is a small problem. It seems that the old man's body can only withstand a thirty-fold increase. I wonder if Mr. Carl has any books on physical fitness?"

"Yes or no, but that's not something I can decide, it depends on your own creation."

Carl's tone was flat.

"Oh~"

Garp said with a little regret: "Then the old man has to try his luck."

hmm~

Sengoku looked at Garp who was chatting happily, and put him aside, and immediately reminded him.

Garp glanced back at Sengoku and said strangely:

"What's the matter, are you not feeling well?"

uh~

Sengoku felt even more embarrassed. Garp, this stunned young man, is really nervous, and can't even understand this basic hint.

"Are you Garp's friend?"

Carl asked aloud to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Only then did Garp react, pulling Sengoku to his side and introducing with a smile:

"He's my husband's best friend, Marshal Naval Headquarters, Sengoku."

"Sengoku, this is the Mr. Carl I often mention to you!"

Garp gestured with his eyes and whispered: "Scream, hurry up, don't even know some basic social etiquette."

Sengoku glanced at Hawkeye, who was almost middle-aged, and Garp, who was already old, beside him. He didn't understand how the two of them could say the words 'Mr. Carl' so naturally.

The young man in front of him is obviously only about twenty years old.

"Carl...sir...sir..."

Sengoku shrugged, gritted his teeth and shouted.