One Piece: Son-in-Law King, That's My Destiny!

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Under the scorching sun, dozens of marines stood shirtless, wielding wooden swords while being supervised by their instructor, swinging their swords again and again.

"Ha!"

Loya stepped forward with his right foot, raising his sword with both hands above his head. As he lifted the sword to its highest point, he shouted and swung it forward.

"Smack!"

The wooden sword sliced through the air and struck the head of a training dummy with a loud thud, leaving a visible dent.

The entire sequence was executed flawlessly.

"Huff~~"

Loya stepped back to his original position, took a deep breath, and locked his gaze back on the training dummy, gripping his wooden sword tightly.

Charging Up, Vertical Slash!

This was the most basic yet crucial movement in swordsmanship.

The marines were drenched in sweat as they swung their swords; no one dared to slack off. Swordsmanship was the primary combat method for marines, bar none.

The same went for pirates.

Most pirates lacked advanced weaponry like firearms; their most common fighting style was to rush in together and engage in close combat with the navy.

Even if they wouldn't rely on swordsmanship in the future, marines needed to understand how to use a sword to effectively defend against pirate attacks when ambushed.

Three hours passed in a flash.

Loya set down his wooden sword, his face drenched in sweat, and his arms felt sore and swollen.

He had completed one thousand sword swings.

Having been a formal marine for a month now, aside from a few non-combat duties, he spent every afternoon honing his swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills on the training grounds.

It was monotonous yet fulfilling.

From not even knowing how to hold a sword at first to now being able to complete one thousand swings within the set time frame, he had progressed at least twice as fast as other marines who started at the same time.

But now he faced a troubling issue.

"Yo, Loya."

During break time, Fullbody slung an arm over Loya's shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "What's with that face? Did the instructor not praise you today?"

"Ha ha."

Loya rolled his eyes.

After completing one thousand swings or hand-to-hand training in the afternoon, the remaining time was for free practice. The marines usually used this time to strengthen their weaknesses.

He was no different.

After more than half a month of practice, combined with extra training at night and "World" super training sessions, he had mastered all the sword techniques taught by the instructor.

After all, they were just basic swinging movements with no difficulty; it mostly came down to proficiency that could only be improved with time.

His concern was that he wasn't learning anything new anymore.

It wasn't about being overly ambitious; it was just that the instructor's swordsmanship level was limited. Not only could he not cut iron, but he also lacked any flashy techniques.

In recent days, instead of offering him criticism, the instructor had praised him and treated him like a model student.

"Look at our new recruit Loya!"

This opening line drew quite a bit of ire toward him.

Loya didn't mind drawing ire; however, without anyone guiding him felt like there were ants crawling inside him—itchy and restless.

What good did praise do?

He preferred the instructor's whip!

No matter what you do, having a clear goal is crucial. Knowing where you fall short allows for targeted special training that leads to greater efficiency.

Unfortunately, the resources at Branch 153 were indeed limited. If the navy headquarters were likened to an elite university, then Branch 153 would be akin to a rural primary school.

Any swordsman with even a bit of skill wouldn't stick around in such a backwater place; instructors were mostly retired non-commissioned officers filling in.

If only he could receive guidance from the renowned educator "Teacher Kai" from the New World—one stick for learning flowery techniques and another stick for understanding powerful moves...

Hmm, that might lead to disaster!

Loya shook his head and cast aside those unrealistic thoughts. He shrugged helplessly. "That's just how it is."

"..."

Fullbody looked at him with an odd expression.

"Are you some kind of weirdo?"

"Maybe!"

Loya nodded earnestly in agreement.

A day without being hit makes my skin itch!

It did seem a bit strange; if he could find a girlfriend who enjoyed whipping him for balance, perhaps it would create some unique chemistry.

"Tsk tsk, I really envy you. If only I had your drive."

Fullbody sighed and pointed toward a warehouse next to the training ground with a mischievous grin lighting up his eyes.

"Let's go; today we're doing something new!"

"Something new?"

Loya felt uneasy and quickly gave Fullbody a warning look. "Let's get one thing clear: we're not practicing dancing today!"

Dancing on the training ground would be mortifying!

He actually cared about his image quite a bit.

"Don't worry."

Fullbody waved his hand dismissively as he entered the warehouse beside the training ground. He grabbed two pairs of old boxing gloves—one red and one blue—from a rack.

"Catch."

He tossed Loya the red gloves.

Loya caught them with brightening eyes.

"Are we doing sparring training?"

"Exactly! I'm not too fond of swordsmanship; let's do some hand-to-hand combat instead."

Fullbody removed his iron knuckles and put on the boxing gloves. He swayed slightly before throwing two punches into the air—his movements were quite graceful!

Returning to the training ground, they found a corner spot and drew a square ring in the sand.

"It's been ages since I've done this."

Fullbody cracked his neck and brought his fists together before licking his lips like a villain ready for action.

"Loya, your body was too weak before for practical combat training; it was easy to get injured. But I've recently discovered your recovery ability is quite impressive—you can let loose now."

"Sure! Bring it on!"

Loya's face lit up with excitement.

He had long wanted to engage in sparring training.

On one hand, there could be sudden incidents of pirate raids at any moment; familiarizing himself with fighting against others would help him stay composed during battles with pirates.

Although currently they wouldn't face overly dangerous tasks at their branch, it's better to be prepared—no one knows when trouble might strike.

There was another important reason too.

Since "World" previously recorded Fullbody's dance lessons, could it also record combat processes?

If so, he could refine his battle experience within "World."

Loya focused intently on Fullbody as he carefully moved forward. When Fullbody entered striking distance, Loya suddenly stepped forward hard with his left foot while twisting his waist for power—his right fist charged toward Fullbody's face!

A straight punch attack!

"Ha ha! Good move!"

Fullbody quickly crouched down as Loya's punch sailed over his head.

Before Loya could react further, Fullbody nearly closed in on him—his body shot upward as he swung his left fist upward!

"Oil Root!"

The whistling left uppercut slammed heavily into Loya's chin!

"Bang!"

Loya's skull rattled as intense pain and dizziness washed over him—his eyes rolled back as his heels lifted off the ground from the force of impact!

Then he flew backward and crashed three meters away.

K.O!

The entire encounter lasted less than ten seconds before ending abruptly.

"Hey! Loya? Are you still conscious?"

In his daze, Loya felt someone slapping his face gently.

As Loya's pupils gradually focused again, he saw Fullbody pouting closer to him—almost trying to administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

"Stop! I'm fine!"

He raised his hand to block Fullbody's mouth as he struggled to sit up while holding his throbbing head—he tried hard to recall what had just happened in battle.

Had he really been knocked out by one punch?

He clearly saw Fullbody's dodging movements and punching trajectory but had overexerted himself without adjusting in time for defense!

Moreover, was his attack intention too obvious? That's why Fullbody seized the opportunity so easily and knocked him out cold?

Next time he should hold back some force when punching—always be ready to change tactics while adding some feints?

It seemed like he had been getting ahead of himself lately; after all, performing well during training didn't mean he was close to becoming a qualified warrior!

"Bro Di! Let's train again tomorrow!"

Late at night at midnight,

In "World,"

A ring had appeared next to the training ground where Fullbody stood at its center like a defending champion awaiting challengers.

"Just as I expected."

Loya clenched his fists excitedly.

"World" could indeed record battle processes!

This meant not just Fullbody but also other marines from their branch along with instructors could become sparring partners for him!

Who knows? Maybe even pirates could join in too!

In fact, far into the future—it might even be possible for him to learn Kaido's "Thunder Bagua" teaching package within "World!"

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