One Piece: The Strongest Passerby

The East China Sea is one of the four major oceans in the world, and it is also the weakest overall among the four oceans.

Under the gray sky, there is an island floating, withstanding the attacks of waves again and again. The strong wind blows violently on the large coconut trees on the island. This huge coconut tree is also a unique symbol of the island. On the edge of the island, there are A village of considerable size.

"Oh, it's dawn"

In the small shabby house, a boy with short hair who looked to be about fourteen years old and was sleeping on the floor sat up, yawned, then quickly got up and pushed open the narrow door in front of him.

Although the boy's clothes are a little tattered, he looks very delicate. With his neat 1-inch hair, he looks particularly energetic. His pair of dark eyes are deep, which makes people feel that he is a bit precocious.

"What a strange world." The young man walked out of the small shabby house and looked at the lush forest in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

It has been five years since he traveled to the world. The boy didn't believe it at first, but as time changed, he slowly accepted this identity. In a world full of dangers, the boy just wanted to become stronger.

"Exercise for two hours and then go fishing"

The young man squinted his eyes slightly and glanced at the lush forest in front of him, then walked to the wooden pile and picked up the wooden sword on the ground.

"One, two, three." The young man held the wooden sword, waving his thin palms, and hit the wooden stakes steadily.

The boy was breathing very gently and unhurriedly, as if he had been practicing for many years and had become very familiar with it.

"Sixty, sixty-one, sixty-two"

After swinging the sword for more than a hundred times in a row, the boy's breathing was not disordered at all, and his expression did not even change much, which was shocking.

This is what the boy has been doing for five years since he came to this world. His breathing has become heavy, but the boy is obviously able to do it with ease. People can't help but marvel at his excellent physical fitness.

"Three hundred and seventy-four, three hundred and seventy-five, three hundred and seventy-six"

After swinging the sword for more than nine hundred and ninety times in a row, the young man's face was already somewhat congested and red, and his breathing became somewhat heavier, no longer as relaxed as before.

"one thousand"

After completing a thousand sword swings in one breath, the young man stood up quickly. His originally blood-red face gradually recovered, and sweat was slowly flowing on his forehead.

"Although the body is still like a child, with the long-term physical strength and changes in physical fitness, it has become slightly stronger. In the past five years, instead of wielding a wooden sword and beating wooden stakes, I often go to Shiyan in the deep forest for physical fitness. Climbing," the young man looked at the "coconuts under the island" behind him, smiled, and said to himself, "It seems that traveling through time is also an interesting thing."

After five consecutive hours of swinging and beating wooden stakes, the boy walked deep into the forest and started his climbing exercise again.

End of this chapter