Chapter 4 Master 6 of the 3 moves!

Early in the morning, the sky gradually brightened.

After bathing, Arthur wore only a navy cap and returned to the upper deck to try one of the six navy styles of shaving.

That is, treading on air.

Every time he took a low step in front of him and kicked hard in an instant, it made Arthur feel very strange.

It seemed that, in his opinion, stepping on the air was simply impossible, and his subconscious mind did not allow such a thing to happen.

No matter how Arthur trained or what methods he used, he could not stay in the air for even a second.

Arthur tried little by little, becoming more and more skeptical, but never stopped practicing.

"Will this work?" Just as he was doubting, Cooper on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

Cooper used his wings to hover in the air, kicking his eagle claws frantically, and in less than a moment he was lying on the deck in a mess.

"Cooper..." It lamented dejectedly, not believing at all that a living creature could step on the air.

From 9 o'clock to 14 o'clock, the warship sailed calmly on the sea.

The weather in the East China Sea is pleasant, the sun is shining, and the sea scenery is very beautiful.

But in order to practice the six forms, Arthur focused every minute and every second on the repetitive process of practicing stepping on the air.

Until his stomach started to growl, he lay down beside Cooper on the deck exhausted, with a worried look on his face.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically, my physique should be stronger than that of Dragon. I already have all the basic conditions to learn the Six Styles. What went wrong?"

Five hours of focused training had left Arthur with no clues.

At this time, a major who followed Dorag on the warship approached him and Cooper, blocking the sunlight in the sky and looking at them.

The man was tall and burly, with a stern look, a bald head, extremely white skin, and a beak-shaped mask embedded with metal (actually a loudspeaker).

He wears a lavender tie around his neck, a black feather coat on his upper body, and dark black trousers on his lower body.

The major opened his mouth with a vicious look at Cooper beside him, the veins on his forehead bulging as if blood was about to spurt out: "I hate chickens!"

When Cooper, the eagle, heard someone calling him a chicken, he immediately got up from the deck and angrily confronted him: "Cooper!?"

Cooper knew that he was adopted by humans, but deep down he felt that he was a bird of prey, the most powerful creature among birds, an eagle.

Why would someone with such a domineering appearance be mistaken for a chicken?

"Hehe..." Arthur was lying on the deck and saw Cooper and the major arguing, and he couldn't help laughing.

Maybe he raised Cooper like a chicken...

“I hate chicken!”

"Cooper!"

"I already told you I hate chicken!"

Because it couldn't speak human language, no matter how much Cooper explained, no one could understand him. No one except Arthur could understand what he was saying.

So, in anger, it flapped its wings and attacked the major in order to defend its dignity as a bird of prey.

The wings were spread out, and the major showed no intention of dodging, his eyes fixed in a serious manner.

Cooper's wings pierced through the major's body immediately, cutting him in half.

Seeing this, Cooper thought he had killed the major, his heart tightened, and he quickly retreated in front of Arthur, gasping for breath.

"This ability..." Arthur keenly discovered that the major's body, which was split in half, split into a large number of black products, which turned into crows and attacked Cooper.

Realizing that his attack did not contain any hostility or murderous intent, and that he seemed to just want to teach Cooper a lesson, Arthur had no intention of taking action.

Because the other party doesn't really want to hurt his only partner.

"Cooper!" (What the hell!)

Cooper was beaten up by a group of black creatures that turned into crows. He lay on the ground with a bruised face and leaned towards Arthur, begging for comfort:

"Cooper." (He hit me, Arthur.)

Arthur glared at it, hugged its eagle head and coaxed it: "From the fight just now, I think... Cooper, you should be very strong after learning Iron Block."

Not only think about yourself, but also your partners.

He had already imagined the scene where Cooper's wings turned into iron wings and he could fight against a hundred enemies alone.

"But you look like an eagle." The major came to Arthur and wanted to complete the task that Dorag gave him to teach Arthur:

"Get up, new soldier. I have a skill to teach you. You will most likely be at the front in this battle."

Upon hearing this, Arthur stood up and confronted him unwillingly: "What do you mean, I want to rush to the front and be cannon fodder?"

From the observation of the ability just now, Arthur seemed to have seen this ability somewhere.

There seems to be only one person who can transform his body into a crow after being attacked.

That is the future commander of the Revolutionary Army, the Natural Type Coal-Coal Fruit.

Looking at the bald head and the veins on his forehead that were bulging with rage, he was certain that the guy in front of him was Captain Crow.

However, now he is a major in the Dorag Navy.

"What else?" Major Crow said sarcastically, "As a new recruit, you must show your worth and don't treat small-scale wars as a joke. Come here quickly, I have skills to teach you."

Major Crow said sarcastically that he was about to teach Arthur a skill, which made him feel better from Major Crow's harsh words.

I always feel that this person is the type of person who is mean in words but very kind to his subordinates in his heart.

"What skills?" Arthur followed him to the side of the ship.

Major Crow stood on the side railing and said to Arthur, "Stand up."

Arthur was a little skeptical: "You're not going to push me into the sea?"

"I'm your major, how could I do such a thing as harming my subordinates!" Crow cursed in a low voice, but it was so loud that it almost spread across the entire deck of the warship.

The naval soldiers who were looking out and standing guard on other decks were watching.

There was no choice but for Arthur to stand up.

After standing on the ship's side railing, Major Crow threw a gun and a bag of ammunition to Arthur: "Take it, I'll make a target for you, and you shoot."

"Ah?! Am I going to start practicing my aim now?" Arthur was stunned, then he understood what Major Crow meant.

"Didn't you say that practice makes perfect?" Major Crow continued to say to him, "So, I'm not going to teach you theoretical knowledge. Let's start training directly."

"Although shooting is useless against many strong men, it can often save one's life when one's physical strength is exhausted."

"You have been training the Navy Six-style Shave for more than five hours today, but there has been no progress. Now you have to practice shooting for an hour, and then go to the cafeteria to eat!"

Arthur looked at the other soldiers on guard, as well as those on the lookout, and everyone seemed to be doing their job and working at their respective stations.

I had just joined the navy but there was no clear division of labor, and it seemed that I was indeed not what a serious soldier should be.

Seeing Arthur loading bullets into his gun, Crow used the Coal-Coal Fruit to create many crows on the sea ahead to serve as targets for him to train.

"Shoot, Arthur," Major Crow ordered.

"Humph, when I was in military training in college, I was a quick shooter who never missed a shot!" Arthur thought to himself with a disdainful sneer.

He pressed the butt of the gun against his chest, raised the gun, aimed at the black crows on the sea in front of him, and pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang bang bang x6, six consecutive shots were fired, and six coal-like crows in the air disappeared into thin air in broad daylight.

"Easy!" Arthur smiled proudly, thinking it was too simple.

"Then, what about the moving targets?" The crow's control ability made the stagnant targets move, making it difficult for Arthur.

Arthur still disdained to raise his gun and shoot, but soon found that his hit rate was greatly reduced.

He did not get discouraged and continued shooting even though he missed. He said firmly: "As long as I control the rhythm, everything will be as I predicted."

While shooting at the target, Arthur was still wondering why he couldn't step on the air at high speed.

More attention should be paid to the Six Styles, and whether Crow's use of his ability to create a large number of targets would consume his physical strength.

"Maybe I'll have to fight against many Devil Fruit users in the future. If nature-type combat doesn't consume physical energy, wouldn't I be invincible?" Arthur saw that Crow made many targets without even taking a breath, and he was very curious about whether nature-type combat did consume physical energy.

After eating a nature-type devil fruit, can you really become one with the natural elements?

By eating a superhuman devil fruit, does one really become one with the superhuman element?

The only thing Arthur could be sure of was that by eating animals, he would gain the power of the animals, and after awakening, part of his mind would be occupied by that animal.

This is also the pros and cons of the devil fruit ability. While it gives you great power, you also have to pay a price.

For example, the curse of not being able to swim. Anyone who consumes the power of a devil fruit will be cursed by the sea, and if they drown and no one saves them... they will surely die.

Thinking of this, Arthur felt that he would never eat a devil fruit...

But I will find a human fruit for Cooper so that he can speak human language and facilitate communication.

In less than half an hour, he was able to hit the moving target with every shot.

The crow that was observing Arthur from the side found that Arthur's reaction and concentration were particularly strong. His body swayed with the muzzle of the gun and he had adapted to the moving target.

"This guy is incredibly talented!" The crow was shocked by Arthur's talent.

After an hour, the training ended.

Arthur took the soldiers who were changing shifts on Cooper and Dorag's warships to the cafeteria for dinner.

In the cafeteria, the soldiers who had been on guard all day finally relaxed and started chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was peaceful.

Some were talking about their families, some were talking about their brothers, some were talking about their parents, and some were talking about their newborn children.

It seems like everyone has joined the seemingly righteous team for the sake of something they want to protect, praying for peace and prosperity.

Arthur and Cooper listened quietly without saying a word. Someone came up behind him and greeted him, but Arthur was concentrating on eating and did not respond.

This gave people the impression that he was unsociable and extremely cold, and no one was willing to get close to him anymore.

Dorag, who had slept for six hours, also woke up at this time in the afternoon.

He walked into the warship cafeteria yawning, and after receiving his food, he sat next to Arthur who was eating fiercely: "How was the training, Arthur?"

Arthur, who had food in his mouth, glanced at him and saw that it was Dorag, then he responded, "No progress. My feet can't even step on the air."

"Learn slowly. It will take at least a year to master the Six Styles of the Navy. Even if the basics have been completely laid, it will still take a long time to study." Dragon said to Arthur while eating.

"I'm thinking of something, Colonel Dorager." Arthur suddenly asked him:

"Do you, the natural ability users, consume energy when you use your abilities?"

"Of course!" Dorag frowned and replied, "If I hadn't used up my energy, I would have beaten my dad up a long time ago!"

"Puff!" When the navy men in the cafeteria heard this, they spat out the food in their mouths and looked at him in panic.

"Uh..." Dorag was also stunned by the gaze of his subordinates, and recalled the bad childhood memories. He looked at Arthur with an awkward smile, "Just pretend I didn't say that just now, hehe..."

"But I'm a little curious. Based on the speed and strength with which you approached me yesterday on the island, you should have learned the Six Styles very quickly. Why haven't you made any progress?"