Chapter 162: Little Crocodile and the Idiot Brother!
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Water 7 shimmered in the morning light. Canals crisscrossed the city, towers stood tall, and everything remained as brilliant and orderly as ever.
Franky stood quietly in the shadow of an old tower, gazing through the layers of crowds and sunlight at the distant city hall podium.
On the stage, Iceburg, dressed in a formal white suit, was surrounded by people as he stepped up to the podium. With just the right amount of confidence and peace on his face, he accepted the cheers and blessings of the citizens.
Flags fluttered beside him, and citizens waved handkerchiefs and tossed flower petals. The scene was grand and warm.
"This... is good."
Franky murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting in a relieved smile. His shadow stretched long in the light.
"I leave this city to you."
No applause, no farewells. He simply turned around quietly, turning his back on the light.
He left cleanly, without a trace of hesitation.
Abandoned Shipyard
The old sliding door creaked open, letting a sliver of light spill in.
Franky stepped into the familiar shipyard, expecting to see the mess and battle scars from the night before.
But the sight before him made him pause—
The square-haired sisters, Zambai, and every single member of the Franky Family were packed and ready. Backpacks, tools, simple food supplies—everything was prepared. They stood neatly in the center of the empty deck like a fleet waiting to set sail.
Their clothes were still rough and mismatched, but every face shone with unwavering determination.
"Boss!"
"We're ready!"
"Wherever you go, we go too!"
"We didn't stay for the city... we stayed for you."
In their eyes, there was no hesitation, no fear. Only heartfelt trust and choice.
In that instant, Franky felt hit by a wave of heat in his chest. His nose tingled, but he suddenly grinned and laughed loudly.
"Gahahaha!!"
"SUPER—!!! Then let's set sail!!!"
"Let's prepare a real shock for this world!!!"
He raised his arms high, his mechanical limbs clicking as if warming up the engine for a new journey!
"YEAH—!!!"
Cheers exploded, everyone responding in unison, their voices shaking the shipyard roof.
Outside the Shipyard
A squad of elite guards in black uniforms stood waiting in formation.
Their expressions were solemn, movements unified, displaying discipline and combat prowess.
The middle-aged captain stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Franky."
"We will escort you and your team directly to the designated location."
"Everything along the way has been arranged. No one will disturb your movement."
Franky squinted at him for a moment, then nodded silently, understanding flashing in his eyes.
No questions asked, no words needed.
This "quiet send-off" arrangement was the greatest trust.
He took a deep breath, turned to the partners waiting for his order behind him, and flashed a fanatic smile!
"Oi, you guys!"
"Let's go!!!"
"YEAH—!!!"
Cheers rang out again!
Escorted by the guards, Franky and his group, carrying tools on their shoulders and ideals on their backs, stepped onto the journey toward a brand-new world.
Their shadows stretched long in the sunlight, gradually fading into the distance—
Leaving only laughter echoing in the wind of Water 7.
Franky didn't look back. He simply whispered to the sea breeze, "Tom-sensei..."
"This time, I won't run away anymore."
"I will use the iron and fire I forge to protect dreams, to protect people."
"I will change this world in my own way!"
The waves surged, as if answering his vow.
Meanwhile, Grand Line - Paradise Route
Sunlight danced on the azure sea, waves sparkling. A gentle breeze blew as a small Marine warship cut through the waves, its rudder kicking up white foam.
On the deck, a rather peculiar "expedition scene" was unfolding—
Roy lay lazily on a sun lounger, wearing a loose beach shirt and floral shorts. Sunglasses covered half his face. One hand held an iced juice, the other rested behind his head. He exuded "vacation vibes" from head to toe.
"Ah~ this is the life."
"No wonder Uncle Kizaru slacks off so much~"
He stretched comfortably, looking less like he was on a mission and more like a rich heir returning from a vacation in Sabaody.
On the other side of the deck, Ace was undergoing high-intensity weight training.
Under the scorching sun, he was shirtless, his firm muscles glistening with sweat. Training sandbags were strapped to his arms, heavy iron balls dragged from his ankles, yet he continued doing squats and push-ups relentlessly.
"9998... 9999... 10000—!"
He landed steadily. Though his breathing was rapid, it wasn't chaotic. Clearly, he was used to this hellish training.
Training over, Ace wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and walked over to Roy.
"Haa... I'm beat."
He sat on a nearby lounger, looking up at the endless horizon, and asked casually, "Big Bro Roy, what are we doing in Alabasta this time?"
Roy didn't bother opening his eyes. He swirled the ice in his juice glass lightly and smiled faintly. "There's a 'Little Crocodile' over there making some big moves recently."
"And by the way... there's a talent I need to see personally."
"..."
Ace looked confused for a moment before his brain finally caught up. "Little Crocodile... you mean that Warlord—Cr..."
Before he could finish, Roy flicked an ice cube from his juice, hitting Ace squarely on the forehead.
"Shh, no random shouting~"
"We are on 'vacation', understand?"
Ace rubbed his forehead, grumbling, "Fine... as long as you're happy."
He leaned back in his chair, catching his breath. Suddenly, as if remembering something terrifying, his expression changed. He glanced at Roy and asked cautiously, "By the way, Big Bro Roy..."
"Was it really okay... to send Luffy to the G-3 Base?"
"Before we left today, he even asked me if 'G-3 includes meals'..."
Ace's voice grew quieter, and he eventually covered his face and sighed.
"I can already imagine him getting beaten up over there..."
Hearing this, Roy burst out laughing, finally taking off his sunglasses to reveal a gleeful glint in his eyes. "Pfft—HAHAHAHA! Who told him not to listen in class?"
"I specifically arranged a lecture series on 'Common Sense for New Recruits,' and he didn't attend once!"
"If he had memorized the Marine Base distribution map even once, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state today."
"G-3 isn't a kindergarten... let him experience for himself what 'survival training' means."
"Experience is the best teacher!"
Ace fell silent for a long time. He wiped the remaining sweat from his forehead, the corner of his mouth twitching. "...Stupid little brother. I hope you can survive the first three days."
"If he can survive three days... he might have a chance to survive the whole year..."
"Mm, really just 'a chance'..."
In his heart, he silently lit three candles for Luffy.
The sea breeze blew gently as the warship sailed steadily on the Grand Line. Sunlight fell on the two—one active, one lazy; one slacker, one grinder. The mission hadn't started yet, but the gears of fate were quietly turning.
Marine G-3 Branch - Port
Sea breeze blew, sunlight shone. A small warship docked slowly at the exclusive military port of G-3 Base.
"THUD!"
A figure leaped lightly from the deck, landing cleanly!
It was a boy.
He wore a huge grin, his eyes shining with fearless light—
"Hehehe! I'm here!!"
13-year-old Monkey D. Luffy put his hands on his hips, standing on high ground at the port, shouting spiritedly at the sky, "G-3 Base! Just a one-year internship!"
"Watch me send all the pirates passing by flying within this year!!! Shishishi!"
He jumped up and down excitedly at the port, then rubbed his stomach, muttering to himself, "But... let's go to the cafeteria first!"
"I heard they have super huge meat steaks here!"
Just as he was about to stride toward the main road of the base—
Something caught his eye.
He suddenly saw a figure leaning against a pillar nearby. Beige suit, dark hat pulled low, sword hanging on the left, brown belt at the waist.
That aura, that stance, that sword...
"Uh...?!"
Luffy's smile froze instantly.
He stopped in his tracks, cold sweat slowly beading on his forehead. His hand trembled as he pointed at the person, stuttering, "Bo... Boga... Bogard?!!"
The man slowly looked up, revealing the lines of a suppressed smile at the corner of his mouth. The eyes under the hat brim seemed to hold both amusement and sympathy.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, his tone gentle but teasing. "Long time no see, Luffy."
Luffy's eyes darted around frantically, his neural pathways finally connecting with reality as he realized something terrible was about to happen.
"You... if you're here, that means—"
Before he could finish, an irresistible pressure descended from behind him.
"BOOM!"
A shadow that blotted out the sky quietly fell over him.
A hand the size of a washbasin slammed onto his entire head, lifting him off the ground like a chick.
"Gah?!"
Creak—
The boy's neck turned mechanically, slowly looking back.
And then he saw it—
That face, familiar as a nightmare:
"Luffy~~~♪"
Garp grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, yet it made hair stand on end. "Are you ready to spend a wonderful year here with your dearest Grandpa?"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—!!!!"
"G-G-GRANDPA?!!!!!"
Luffy's eyes bulged, jaw dislocated, the light vanishing from his eyes instantly as if his soul had left his body upon realizing the darkness of his fate!
Even the seagulls at the port circled away in fright at his scream.
This year—
G-3 Hell Start.
The hot-blooded dream boy officially entered the Devil's Training Camp: Reality Special Edition.
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