One Piece: Free Ronin

Once again, I saw Rocks eating like a glutton. I had the impression that Luffy's eating appearance was more careful than his.

Flo's belly was already full. Locks is still working hard to eliminate food.

After gulping down the saliva, Rocks looked up to the sky and let out a big burp.

Watch as he stops eating.

Flo finally couldn't help it anymore and asked curiously: "By the way, Grandpa Locks, you are so powerful. Remember you said that you are old friends with Daddy Whitebeard and Roger? Can you follow me?" Can you tell me a story about your past?"

Locks was stunned for a moment when he heard his question, and then said with a slightly nostalgic tone, "Mou hahaha, before? It's a long story about the past. I have been isolated from the world for nearly 20 years, but come to think of it, The liveliness of the sea in my time was definitely far greater than that of the Age of Discovery started by that idiot Roger. Mou hahaha, what about Newgate? From your description, he should have been Is he doing what he wants to do? Sheltering? Hahaha, he is such a gentle person..."

"But, there are a lot of things you don't understand about Flo, and you're not supposed to know them at your age. If you want to understand, you should see with your own eyes and feel with your own heart! I don't I'm interested in telling you a heroic story! Mou hahaha, not to mention that I was a villain who almost dominated the world back then! Who has time to tell you the past of those two idiots?" As he said this, he gave Flo a violent shudder. on the head.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts~"

Flo yelled. It hurt so much that he almost burst into tears, and he rubbed the top of his head vigorously with his hands.

"Mou hahaha, Mou hahaha."

Looking at Flo rolling on the ground in pain, Rocks laughed loudly. Then he stood up and walked straight towards the dense forest.

By the time Flo recovered from the pain, Rocks' tall figure had disappeared deep into the jungle.

Flo sat up, looked at the direction in which he disappeared and bared his teeth: "He is indeed a villain. But if he wants to dominate the world, he must be bragging..."

As he climbed up, he said to himself: "Forget it, let's exercise first. For me now, those heroic stories are really meaningless..."

After saying that, he started running as before...

At dusk, Flo stopped panting, sat on the edge of the wooden pillar, and poured water into his mouth.

After an afternoon of running, Flo felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted.

I sat cross-legged and rested for a while. After I felt a little stronger, I got up and walked towards the lake.

I jumped into the water and washed away the smelly sweat all over my body before climbing ashore.

After returning to the fire and sitting down for a while, there was a rustling sound from the dense forest not far away. Flo guessed that it was Rocks who had returned. He turned around and saw that it was indeed a tall black figure again. Come this way.

But this time he did not drag the prey back, but carried a round wooden stake nearly two meters long and about one meter in diameter on his shoulders. One end of the wooden stake had been sharpened.

He walked to the side of the wooden house and put the sharpened end facing the ground. He held it with one hand to prevent it from tilting, and with the other hand, it seemed to Flo that it was just a gentle pat, and the four quarters of the entire wooden stake were One of them sank into the soil.

Then he took off a 70cm long wooden knife from his waist and threw it to Flo who had already walked closer.

It's a bit heavy to start with, I estimate it weighs 7 or 8 pounds. I don’t know what kind of wood it is made of.

Looking at the wooden knife in his hand, stroking the smooth wooden texture on it, he thought with some excitement, "Is Rocks going to teach me knife skills?"

He looked at Flo who was looking at the wooden knife carefully.

Rocks smiled and said: "Kid, I will give you a task. From now on, in addition to running and swimming, you will also have to swing a knife at this wooden pile 1000 times a day. You must concentrate on it and chop with all your strength. After that, I will give you a task. You do a few stone dumbbells for strength training. After that, it’s up to you. I’ll have to see how far you can go. Hahahaha!”

In fact, after observing Flo over the past two days, Rocks has discovered that Flo seems to have a monster-like body and extremely strong mental perseverance.

What's more important is that at a young age, he has a desire to become stronger, and he is very cruel to himself...

He also wanted to see if, after so many years, he could bring another monster to the world...

Flo said nothing, just grinned and nodded heavily. He was extremely happy in his heart. In his opinion, Rocks' words just now were equivalent to a small recognition of him.

And on this small island, perhaps this small recognition is the most important...

Then Rocks also told him some simple training methods and the essentials of practicing swordsmanship.

After saying that, he let Flo go back to rest, while he sat cross-legged by the fire and meditated...

Around 6 o'clock in the morning. As soon as Flo got up, she ran to the lake, washed her face and rinsed her mouth. After that, he walked to the fire and filled his stomach with the meat and wild fruits roasted yesterday. Then I took a sip of water and started today's exercise.

First, I ran around the lake, lap after lap, until noon.

Then he ate, and after his physical strength was almost restored, he began to concentrate on swinging the knife as Rocks said.

Rocks had briefly taught him how to hold the knife and how to swing it last night.

Lift up, swing down, lift up... over and over again.

...

996, 997, 998, 999, 1000.

After slashing for the last time, Flo sat down on the ground. Looking at the little hands that were twitching and already having blisters, and feeling the arms that were really shaking uncontrollably, I thought to myself: "Hey, hey, it's really painful... but this is also the price that must be paid. Well, and this is just the beginning.”

Enduring the excruciating pain, he clenched his fists tightly.

"But it seems that the strength of the arms has been significantly improved. This body is really a bit abnormal... There should be a lot of potential that can be developed, right? I'm really looking forward to it."

While thinking about it, he sat cross-legged and put the wooden sword on his lap. Gently stroking the sword body, it was still smooth. Look up again and look at the wooden pile that already has a few chips.

He muttered: "It's really hard, no wonder it's so heavy."

Then he calmed down, closed his eyes, and relived the feeling of swinging the sword in his mind before, recalling the force of the sword blade when he hit the wooden stake.

This is what Locks taught him last night. Locks said: "Any object has its own unique atmosphere, and the same goes for swords. If you want to truly practice swordsmanship, in addition to repeatedly honing your body and skills, you must also feel the atmosphere of the sword in your hand." , and you must convey your own will and intention to it. This is also a process of asking and refining your heart. Although it may take you a long time to reach that step, this process is indeed more important than swinging a sword. ..”

Just feeling and remembering like this, time passed by unconsciously.

This process also gave Flo's body a long period of rest.

When he opened his eyes again, his palms and arms were no longer so sore.

It was already around 6pm at this time.

He stood up and walked towards the fire where the food was stored.

I ate it hungrily...

Hiccup~

He didn't stop stuffing food into his mouth until he couldn't eat anymore. He lay on his back on the ground and burped loudly.

Look at the night sky dotted with stars, listen to the crisp chirping of birds in the forest, and feel the refreshing breeze blowing across your face

He fell into a deep sleep...