The pirate's crazy sword soul

The things drawn from this low-level lottery are simply outrageous...

Also, I won’t say much else, Star Guardian Jinx’s tube top?

Are you sure Jinx needs that thing?

Groaning in his heart, Yongen immediately took out the complete items that he had extracted, namely: fishing rod, shakuhachi, bear toy, long sword, and blood bottle.

Glancing at Yasuo's exclusive shakuhachi musical instrument, Yongen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth again. At the same time, he wondered if his special thing wasn't the Demon-Sealing Sword Soul. Why did he always feel like he was gone forever on the way to the nursery? Returned?

[Item name: Life potion]

【Type: Consumables】

[Efficacy: After taking it, 30 health points will be restored continuously within 300 seconds]

"This thing is good."

Yongen, who held the red bottle in his hand, sighed happily.

With this thing, at least it means that his lottery draw was not in vain.

As for the other remaining items...

Yongen picked up the long sword that only cost 350 gold coins in the alliance game, weighed it a few times, then picked up a saber and slashed hard on the long sword.

Clang-!

There was a piercing crisp sound.

There was a rather large gap left on the long sword.

"The quality of this sword is not much different from the sabers issued by this department."

He originally thought it would be much higher.

Maybe after pulling out another long sword, you can use the synthesis formula in the game to upgrade it?

With this thought in mind, Yongen touched his dry hair and immediately put away the "rags" on the table, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

...

Daily practice is still very boring.

Yongen gradually increased the number of swings of his sword from 39 times to 5000 times a day. However, according to the rule that one level of proficiency can only be improved every [-] times, a week passed and his proficiency in swordsmanship was reduced to [-]. It has only grown to [[-]/[-]].

This made Yongen start to doubt his life.

According to this progress, how long will it take for me to improve my wind-controlling swordsmanship to a high level?

However, through these days of hard training, Yongen's health has increased from the previous 130 points to 145. Touching his eight-pack abs that have begun to show a little now, Yongen can clearly feel that his body is getting stronger day by day. , a slightly satisfied smile could not help but appear on his face.

However, not long after he finished doing push-ups, Zefa, wearing a general uniform, appeared in the training ground of the base again and walked straight towards him.

Yongen stood up from the ground, looked behind Zefa, and saw that the old guy did not bring Smoker to him for a discussion today, so he asked with some confusion: "Is something wrong?"

"I just want to ask you if you are interested in coming to my place to train with Smoker and Rina?" Zefa directly stated his intention.

"Training with Smoker?"

Yongen was stunned, "Does General Zefa mean to accept me as his disciple? But General Akainu..."

"It was that boy Sakaski who asked me for help."

Zefa crossed his arms, with a slightly dissatisfied expression on his face, "Humph, that guy said he taught you for almost three years, but he didn't teach you anything. He could only place his hope on me. On my body. I wonder if that boy is showing off? Obviously the swordsmanship you showed before has almost surpassed the lieutenant-level generals in this department..."

"I think you misunderstood, General Zefa, General Akainu did not give me any instruction in swordsmanship." Yongen interrupted him.

"Oh?"

Zefa was a little surprised when he heard this.

But he soon realized that although Akainu could also use a sword, his attainments in swordsmanship were obviously not very high. Therefore, it was indeed a bit uncomfortable for him to teach the kid in front of him to his current level. Too likely.

"So, your swordsmanship..."

"It's passed down in my family."

"Then the sword skill you used last time was also inherited from your family?"

"I realized it myself." Yongen replied casually.

When Ran Zefa heard this, he scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Did you realize it yourself?"

A 12-year-old kid created his own sword skills?

This kind of qualification simply made him feel incredible.

"It seems that this boy's talent is far superior to that of my Tusmog..."

Zefa thought so in his heart.

...

In a stadium not far from the headquarters base, Smoker's limbs were tied with weights and he was frantically doing physical exercises.

Several other Zefa disciples standing beside him joked: "Hey, Smoker, are you trying to get stronger again?"

"You train so hard every day, can you beat the adopted son of General Akainu?"

"You can't beat him. It's very difficult. After all, he is the son of General Akainu. He will definitely get more care."

Smoker: "..."

Turning his head and glancing at the people passing by, Smoker opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long pink hair and delicate and pretty features. Standing next to him, he patted his shoulder suddenly and said: "Hey, Smoker, I heard that you recognized a 12-year-old kid as your father some time ago?"

Boom!

Smoker, who was doing pull-ups, fell off the railing when he heard this. Then he got up from the ground angrily and roared at the pink-haired woman: "What do you mean by recognizing him as your father? It's obviously a bet. Is the bet good? As a man, the most important thing is to keep your promise, especially as a brave navy soldier..."

"So, you did call me father?"

Smoker: "..."

Seeing Smoker's deflated expression and not wanting to speak, the pink-haired girl who had already figured out the answer nodded, and then said thoughtfully: "Is General Akainu's adopted son really so powerful? He is only 12 years old. At the age of 1506, he can defeat the strongest newcomer of the [-]th class...Hina is really curious about what that kid looks like."

Smoker was the first in both physical fitness and mixed martial arts in the 1506th camp entrance examination. In the following year, his strength improved by leaps and bounds under the guidance of Zefa. Two months ago, he went on an internship with a warship on his own. One man broke into an enemy pirate ship and killed fifteen pirates, earning him the title "Mad Dog".

But such a powerful recruit king, who was deeply loved by General Zefa, would be defeated by a 12-year-old brat?Even looking at the current attitude of working hard and trying to regain the position sooner or later, it seems that he is still convinced that he lost?

This had to make her curiosity even more intense.

And at this moment when the two of them were talking...

"Hey, isn't this my son Smoker? I haven't seen you for a long time. Dad misses you so much!"