Chapter 7 Special Training and Departure

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Two brothers stranded on an island.

In the following days it was just a simple repetition.

Under Gel's careful arrangement, Weevil began to get up early and go to bed late every day. After getting up in the morning, he first ran ten laps around the island to warm up, then swam a hundred laps in the sea, and fought with sea beasts such as sea kings. He picked a species he had never eaten and killed it and carried it back as food. Then he went to the mountains to cut wood and carried the wood to the big pit on the beach to make a raft. During the transportation, he practiced shaving and moon steps. As long as he understood the principles, Weevil's physical fitness had far exceeded the minimum standard for practicing the Six Navy Styles. With more practice, it was only a matter of time before he mastered these two moves.

After lunch, Weevil continued to train. He first covered a wooden stick with armed color, and then used the stick to break the hard rocks on the coast. The training goal was to break 1000 boulders without breaking the stick. While concentrating on hitting the rocks, he also had to pay attention to dodging and defending against Geer's occasional sneak shots.

Yes, Ger, the elder brother, has gone crazy in order to make his younger brother stronger.

These are all developed by Gur by combining some training methods he has seen in One Piece with his own understanding.

He himself felt it was cruel, but Weevil was very used to it and was a little reluctant to leave this kind of life where he only worked hard but didn't think much and had to eat meat and fish every day. It had been a long time since he asked Geer when he would go out to sea.

Gel himself sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day, and when he wakes up he processes the food caught by Weeble, and then goes to build a raft. There is still a lot of time, so there is no need to rush. He makes a little bit of the raft every day. In the afternoon, he lies in a rocking chair wearing a homemade eye mask, drinking coconut milk and listening to Weeble knocking stones, and occasionally firing cold shots at tricky angles to practice his marksmanship and observation Haki.

The days were very pleasant, as if we were on vacation.

The bullet hitting Weevil's body will cause him pain for a while. After all, Whitebeard is still a little inferior to Big Mom and Kaido in terms of pure physical strength.

However, even if Weevil did not use domineering defense, the damage caused by the bullets was very limited, so when Gel suggested using this method to train, Weevil also found it very interesting. In his opinion, this was an interactive game to enhance the relationship between brothers.

"Strong, bro!"

"My brother is awesome!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's how you train your legs."

"Yebadi!"

"Incredible! Incredible! If you keep going like this, sooner or later you will surpass Whitebeard and become the strongest in the world, brother!"

"Really? Brother! I think we can practice one more set!"

Poor Weeble gradually lost himself in the praise of Ger and trained harder and harder every day.

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Winter passes and spring comes.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye a year and a half has passed.

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"Alas, happy times are always short-lived! Although a life where you can become stronger just by lying down is decadent, it is... really comfortable! Hahaha."

The unscrupulous brother Gel leaned against the fence of the giant raft, drinking coconut juice and laughing wildly.

This raft, which took more than a year to complete, is 20 meters long and 10 meters wide, with a simple wooden house built on top to protect it from wind and rain.

At this time, Gel was already 1 meters tall. His originally wild and fluffy black hair was combed back into a big bun. With his sunny and resolute face and mature temperament, he did not look like a twelve-year-old child at all. Instead, he looked like a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Looking at the dark sky, a terrible thunderstorm is brewing in the thick clouds, the wind is howling at the seaside, and the surging waves are hitting the coast.

Twenty-meter-high waves could be called a tsunami in another world.

Nature was letting out her anger, and everything she saw indicated that a terrible storm was about to come.

Gel's eyes were full of excitement, and he said loudly:

"Hey! Weibull! Are you ready? Today is a rare good day for going out to sea!"

"Leave it to me! Sit down, brother."

Follow the sound and look.

I saw a 6-meter-tall majestic figure standing on the bow like a tall tower, with golden hair flying in the wind behind him, white crescent-shaped beard, thick eyebrows and small eyes, a sharp face, a well-proportioned figure, and a naked upper body revealing tanned skin, strong limbs, broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, and eight sculpted abdominal muscles.

Every muscle in his body seems to be cast in steel, and you can tell at a glance that it contains terrifying explosive power. Apart from being a little silly, he is simply a walking hormone!

After Weibul answered honestly, he raised his sword. The sword was covered with armed color domineering so thick that it was about to overflow, and his momentum was rising rapidly!

Seeing that Weibull had raised his knife and was ready to chop, Geer hurriedly shouted:

"Ada, Aer! Get out of the way!"

"Wang!"

"Wang Wang!"

In front of the raft are two dog-headed sea beasts responsible for pulling the boat. One looks like a Husky and the other looks like a Chinese native dog. Both dogs are full of spirituality. They were able to survive from Weeble and Gur's table and successfully become pets, relying on their qualified lackeys' cleverness.

Hearing his master's order, Ergou screamed and quickly moved to both sides.

"what!"

Weibull's aura reached its peak. His eyes focused, and he swung his sword with a simple and unpretentious move. A huge red slash instantly rushed forward.

"Boom!"

After a series of earthquakes, a chasm several hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide appeared in front of them, successfully connecting the deep pit to the sea. The surging sea water began to flow back rapidly like thousands of troops charging into battle. As the water level rose, the raft in the pit slowly floated up.

"Hahaha, good job, Weeble!"

"Ada and Er! Set sail! Full speed ahead!!"

Ger raised his arms and shouted, and Weevil was praised by his brother again, and stood aside with a silly smile.

The two sea lions that were captured for labor were so frightened by the power of the attack that their faces looked like emoticons. Fortunately, their lower bodies were soaked in sea water, otherwise they would have been too ashamed to survive in the dog world if they were discovered to have just peed themselves out of fear.

It took Ergou a while to come to his senses. At Ger's urging, he swam along the waterway towards the sea. From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the two figures on the raft with lingering fear, feeling extremely grateful.

Fortunately, they saw the situation clearly as soon as they were caught and wagged their tails to show their submission, otherwise they would have been chopped into soup by these two demons.

The raft was as small as a leaf in the vast ocean. It was swaying in the storm and could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

Weibull stood steadily at the bow, grinding his teeth with a piece of dried meat that had been dried hard in his left hand to pass the time, and holding a fake machete in his right hand.

When he saw a big wave coming, he raised his hand and swung with a knife to break the wave into pieces in an instant. He had a lot of fun.

It is no exaggeration to say that Gel felt that as long as he did not lose his way, with Weevil's current strength, it should not be a problem for him to carry him on his back and swim through the doldrums. After all, old man Rayleigh, who is in his seventies or eighties, can do it.