Starting from pirates and conquering all worlds

The next day, there was only a hint of fish-belly white morning on the horizon.

Normally, because the height of the Red Earth Continent is more than five thousand meters, the temperature here should be very low, making people feel extremely cold.

But due to the magic of the spring area, the Holy Land Marie Joa is in a relatively constant temperature state.

[Hoo-ho-ho-]

At the moment when the sun is about to rise but has not yet risen, in the social square inside Pongol Castle.

Gion, who was wearing a coat of justice, stood on the grass that was full of potholes like a battlefield. She was holding the famous sword Kimpira in her hand and slashing forward. Every time she swung the sword, there was always a sharp sound of breaking through the air. She This action happened over and over again, her pretty face full of seriousness and seriousness.

"Hey, you really worked hard, Miss Navy~"

At this time, Stussy, who was wearing a black skirt and stockings, walked to the side with an elegant cat walk and said with a chuckle: "It's not even bright yet, and you're out practicing swordsmanship. Do you have any ambitions?"

Gion didn't even look back at this, he still maintained his breathing rhythm, struck out with every force, and silently recited the number two thousand in his heart before exhaling a breath and stopping.

"This is my daily training. As for ambition..." She turned her head to look at Stussy and said decisively: "I want to become the strongest swordsman in the world!"

"But you are a woman." Stussy said with a strange look on her face: "Although I am not a swordsman, I also know that swordsmanship relies heavily on physical strength. It is impossible for us women to compete with men in this aspect, unless we eat something A powerful devil fruit."

"No, I don't want to be an able person."

Gion put Kinpira back into its scabbard, shook his head, and said firmly: "I want to reach the strongest position as a pure swordsman!"

It was difficult for Stussy to understand why Gion pursues this kind of thing and what a woman should do to be the strongest, but she didn’t question it anymore and said with a charming smile: “But I see you are becoming more and more addicted to tennis these days~”

"this......"

Upon hearing this, Gion's cheeks were slightly red, he coughed to hide his embarrassment, looked at the rising sun gradually, and replied: "Actually, I found that playing tennis with Jorah Cole Saint can also help improve my strength, so I hugged him." Be serious about training."

"????"

Stussy looked weird and looked like what the hell are you kidding about. Playing tennis is just playing tennis. It has nothing to do with exercise!

"Huh, don't believe it, I'm telling the truth."

Gion saw the opponent's eyes and said with some dissatisfaction: "Have you not discovered that serving and catching the ball in tennis test a person's strength, speed, reaction and eyesight?"

"Recalling the power of those first few balls served by Joe Lacol Saint, if one day we can hit them back, will it mean that our strength has improved?"

"Eh...it's true~"

Stussy was stunned, and the first ball Im served appeared in her mind. At that time, she didn't react at all, and she didn't have time to perceive the domineering force.

And if you think about it carefully, although Jorah Cole Saint has restrained her strength, even if she fights with him for a long time, she will still feel numbness in the tiger's mouth, sore waist and back pain, and she will sweat profusely every time.

Fortunately, those maids are very good. Every time they come out of the shower, they can always see freshly washed and dried clothes neatly placed in front of them.

"So, starting from today, I decided to ask Joe Lackey to increase the power and speed of his serve to the critical point that I can bear now, so as to challenge my limits!"

Gion pinched her waist solemnly and said passionately. Behind her, the golden crow slowly rose above her head...

"Do you want to come along?"

"Uh, forget it, I'm not interested in being the strongest or anything like that. I prefer to play a dozen normal tennis balls. I think it feels more like a game."

Stussy didn't want to be as hardworking as Gion. In comparison, he was more curious about Saint Qolacol, because he was too mysterious and powerful.

The key is that he looks too handsome, and I haven't seen a wife or concubine these days. In addition to her somewhat domineering personality, she looks like she is the only one who wants to do whatever she wants. I feel that all conditions are so good!

Seeing this, Gion didn't say much, but just when she was about to go back and wash up, she suddenly found a group of workers she had seen before, walking quickly pushing large and small boxes on wheels.

"Aren't they the same people who built this tennis court before?" Stussi raised an eyebrow and guessed: "Are they here to repair the grass?"

Gion didn't reply, but nodded in agreement and thought it was very possible. After all, the current turf of the stadium is terrible. However, when they came to repair it a few times before, it seemed that they were done while they were sleeping. When they woke up, they came out and saw that it had been restored. whole.

But soon, as these workers started construction, the two beauties watching from the side discovered that there was something different from what they thought.

These people are not so much repairing the turf as they are remodeling the entire tennis court. They first fill in the uneven ground, then lay a layer of thick wooden boards and spray it with blue spray paint.

"It turned out that the turf field was to be changed into a wooden field, but what's the use of that? Even the wooden boards can't withstand the balls we hit, and it's even more difficult to repair." Gion asked doubtfully.

The person she asked was the government official in a black suit who led the team.

"Major General Gion, you don't know. These are Adam boards that were processed last night. With their extremely strong toughness and solidity, they can withstand the huge pressure of tennis balls."

"Adam?!"

Gion and Stussy were immediately shocked, and their mouths opened slightly. The latter murmured to himself: "So, in the future, we are going to play ball on a floor worth one or two hundred million beli on the black market?"

After the man introduced the material of the wooden boards, he then pointed to the vermilion nets that divided the court into two halves and said, "They are made of Neptune-like tendons and are also impact-resistant."

"..."

The two women were silent. After a moment, Gion asked expressionlessly: "What about the ball? What is it made of? And the racket?"

"Tennis has not changed much. After all, rubber is already the best material. The rackets are made new. The throat, handle, head and other main parts are also made of Adam wood."

The team leader from the Construction Department spoke clearly.

"The origin of the tennis string is unclear, but we have tested that its strength is several times stronger than the commonly used composite string. Even if it is bombarded with cannonballs, there is no damage. On the contrary, the steel cannonballs are easily cut."

More than an hour later, a brand-new tennis court appeared in front of Gion and Stusi. It was a venue composed of a blue court and a red net. There were four ink sticks on a shelf not far away. Red racket.

By the time the construction workers left, the sun was already high in the sky, and the bright sunshine shone on the neat and tidy court, which really made them feel a little dazzled.

"Do you think this stadium looks familiar?" Gion suddenly spoke to break the silence.

Stusy next to him pursed his lips and said softly: "Using the Red Earth Continent as the net, the first half and the second half of the Grand Route as the two halves, the long dark blue area between the singles area and the doubles effective area , it should be the windless zone.”

Gion looked at the court and hesitated.

"I don't know why, but I don't dare to step into this stadium..."

"What's wrong with that?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, a familiar voice of command came into her ears. She turned her eyes and saw Im, whose pseudonym was Jorah Cole Saint. He casually picked up the tennis racket on the shelf and stepped into the "Great Route". The second half' of the half.

"Come, play with me and try your hand!"