Time passed quietly, and before they knew it, three days had gone by.
During these three days, quite a few things had happened.
First, concerning the Marines.
The Marines had completed their relocation—the entire Marine Headquarters had now moved to the New World!
Just like in the original story, their new base was positioned in the New World, close to the Red Line.
With the Marines' migration complete, the next step was worldwide conscription.
The Marine forces had suffered tremendous losses during the Summit War.
The consecutive assaults from Whitebeard and Golden Lion had been devastating for the lower-ranked Marines.
A single casual strike from either of them had claimed hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.
This time, the Marines hadn't gained any real advantage in the Summit War, which somewhat shook the public's confidence in their capabilities.
However, this didn't have a major impact on the recruitment efforts.
After all, the Marines' influence had been deeply rooted over the years—it wasn't something that could be erased by a single battle.
Fresh recruits still poured in, and two top-tier fighters were also enlisted:
Fujitora and Ryokugyu.
Their codenames remained the same.
But unlike before, they weren't immediately promoted to Admiral.
Due to their injuries, Akainu and Aokiji didn't compete for the Fleet Admiral position.
Sengoku also chose not to force his retirement at this critical moment.
The three Admirals remained unchanged, while Fujitora and Ryokugyu, much like Momousagi and the others, were given codenames but not Admiral titles.
They held Admiral-level authority but lacked the official rank.
Sengoku even created a special position for them:
M78 Admirals!
Yes, they had the name of an Admiral, but it wasn't publicly announced.
Only when they officially ascended to the Admiral position would the Marines proclaim it to the world.
As for the pirates, plenty had happened on their side as well.
First and foremost—the Whitebeard Pirates.
In just three short days, every pirate crew that had dared to attack Whitebeard's territories had been wiped out—except for the Big Mom Pirates.
The heads of those pirates were severed and displayed at the ports of the islands they had once invaded.
A grim warning to all who would challenge the rules of these waters.
Fishman Island's display was the most gruesome.
The entrance was lined with rows of pirate skulls, packed so densely that only two people could pass through at a time.
Every single slaver who had acted, plotted, or even spoken of targeting mermaids that day—none were spared.
The blood-soaked images in the newspapers sent chills down everyone's spines.
Whitebeard himself issued a declaration:
"From now on, if any auction house dares to sell fishmen, the Whitebeard Pirates will hunt them down to the ends of the earth!"
As for what would happen once the culprits were found... well, no explanation was needed.
Almost overnight, mermaids vanished from auction houses.
Even those who still had "stock" didn't dare to sell.
After all, no one had a death wish.
In just three days, everything was settled.
Those who had been waiting in the shadows retreated in silence.
They had assumed the war would leave the Whitebeard Pirates severely weakened.
But now, it was clear—they had underestimated them.
A wounded lion was still a lion—far beyond the comprehension of mere ants.
Meanwhile, in Whitebeard's territory...
A ship cut swiftly through the waves.
On its deck, two figures clashed repeatedly.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!*
The sounds of collision rang out incessantly.
It was Vir, putting Chopper through special training.
Chopper had talent—he just hadn't had a proper teacher.
Luckily, Vir considered himself a slightly inferior version of "Teacher Kaido", so training Chopper was no trouble at all.
Since Chopper, eager to get stronger, had begged Vir—who was lazing around and sipping tea—for special training, Vir "reluctantly" agreed to give him a major power-up!
"This kid's got drive! Asking me for training? Not bad!"
At that moment, Vir's eyes gleamed with approval.
His face practically spelled out: "I acknowledge you."
His teaching method was simple—live combat.
But what kind of combat?
Right now, Chopper had a blindfold over his eyes.
That's right—just like Rayleigh's training.
But Vir's version was... different.
He had Chopper blindfolded, then launched attacks at him.
And these weren't just playful swipes—they were lethal strikes.
Vir didn't use overwhelming speed, keeping it just at Chopper's limit—but his Armament Haki was cranked to the max!
One hit from him?
Congratulations!
Wherever it landed, bones would shatter.
Muscles tore, skulls cracked, arms were ripped off—you name it.
In just three days, Chopper had suffered hell.
At first, he'd go down in one hit.
Then Vir would heal him.
And then—repeat.
The results?
Astounding.
After just two punches, Chopper awakened Observation Haki.
Not because of talent—just pure survival instinct.
Now, if Vir attacked at his initial speed, he couldn't land a hit anymore.
But...
That wasn't his limit!
He could speed up!
"Oh? Your Observation Haki improved? Great! Now dodge my full-speed attacks!"
If Chopper couldn't?
Then he'd just have to take the hits.
Under Vir's merciless tutelage, Chopper's Observation Haki improved leaps and bounds.
In three days, he had already reached post-timeskip Luffy's level.
Again—not talent. Just sheer will to live.
Eighty-nine times.
Vir had healed him eighty-nine times in three days.
And it wasn't just Observation Haki—Chopper's medical skills had also reached master level.
After all, he had firsthand experience with severe injuries.
Repeatedly.
On top of that, his Armament Haki and physical endurance had also improved drastically.
Chopper's current strength was easily on par with post-timeskip Zoro and Sanji.
And once more—not talent. Just the desperate desire to survive!!!
This was the Vir Special Training Program!
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