Chapter 173: Luffy's Hell Training!
Marine G-3 Branch - Training Ground - Early Morning
Dawn had just broken, and the morning mist still lingered. Yet, the entire training ground of the G-3 Branch echoed with the tragic wails of a certain young boy.
"GWAAAAAAHHHHH—GRANDPA!! I REALLY CAN'T RUN ANYMORE!!!"
13-year-old Monkey D. Luffy, his face drenched in sweat, trudged forward with despair. Strapped to his back were two Garp-exclusive ultra-compressed iron balls, each taller than he was.
White lines marked the track on the field. He had already run 300 laps around the 3,000-meter course!
"What did you say? Can't run anymore?!"
"BOOM—!!!"
The next second, Garp descended directly from the sky, crushing the pavement beside Luffy's feet. He lifted the boy up like a ragdoll with one hand.
"Stop whining! G-3 Branch doesn't raise useless trash!"
Garp laughed heartily, not stopping his stride. "Think you can slack off just because you ate a Mythical Zoan fruit? I swam across the Calm Belt barehanded back in the day!"
Luffy struggled wildly in the air, his face contorted into a grimace. "But you're a monster! I only ate the Fish-Fish Fruit! I'm not a fish, Grandpa!!!"
Garp grinned. "Then you should run even better! Only dried fish has chewiness!!!"
"THAT LOGIC DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!"
The surrounding Marines, instructors, and even the patrol dogs were laughing hysterically. Some new recruits were already secretly snapping photos with Photography Snails.
G-3 Branch - Cafeteria - Lunch Time
"MEAAAAT MEAT MEAT MEAT—!!!"
The moment the bell rang, Luffy shot out like an arrow, screaming "MEAT" as he charged toward the mountain of steaming roast meat in the center of the cafeteria.
But the next second—
"BAM!!!"
He was intercepted mid-air with pinpoint accuracy!
Garp delivered a "Fist of Love: Gentle Style" right onto his forehead, embedding him into a dining table and sending cutlery flying!
"Have some manners when you eat!" Garp roared righteously. "G-3 Branch Regulation Article 37: No shouting, snatching food, or licking plates during meals!!!"
Luffy clutched his head, curling into a ball, his voice trembling. "But Grandpa, you eat louder than me! And you even spray rice!!!"
Garp stuffed rice balls into his mouth, speaking with his mouth full. "What do you know! I'm a Vice Admiral, I have privileges!"
"THEN I'M GONNA BE AN ADMIRAL! I'M GONNA BAN YOU FROM EATING WITH YOUR NOSE! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WASH DISHES!!!"
"In your dreams!" Garp smashed another fist down. "Thinking of promotions before you finish your rice? You wanna be Fleet Admiral next?!"
The cafeteria lady was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "These two can turn the cafeteria into a comedy show!"
"The louder that kid cries, the more he eats. We need to prepare three extra pots of meat."
Night - Armament Haki Special Training
Under the starry sky, the training ground was lit by night lamps. The atmosphere was unprecedentedly solemn.
Garp sat cross-legged on the sidelines, picking his nose, his voice carrying a rare seriousness. "Starting today, I'll teach you true Armament Haki—Emission: Flow."
Luffy, wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, bruised and battered, raised a hand. "Grandpa, I haven't even finished learning the 'Normal Version' yet! Can we start with something simpler..."
"Shut up! You're a Mythical Zoan user! Your durability is off the charts!"
Garp punched the ground, shattering the pavement. "If you're still practicing low-level stuff now, I'd be ashamed for you!"
He stood up, black Haki slowly gathering on his right fist. It was dense as ink, yet the edges shimmered with a faint glow.
"Haki isn't just a coating. It needs to flow—"
"Like water, sticking to your arm, winding, spreading, and finally releasing outward!"
Garp punched suddenly—
"BOOM!!!"
He merely punched the air, but a massive boulder dozens of meters away exploded instantly, stone chips flying like rain!
Luffy's jaw dropped. "That was...?!!"
Garp shook his hand. "Haki emission can strike directly with 'impact'. I can send you flying without touching you. Understand?"
"I UNDERSTAND!!!" Luffy screamed.
"Good. Come here, let me hit you once to try."
"HAH?!!"
"Stop yapping! You'll learn after taking two hits!" Garp threw a punch.
Luffy scrambled away, yelling, "THIS ISN'T TEACHING, IT'S MURDER!!!"
Garp picked his nose. "Tsk. When Roy took this punch back then, he didn't make a sound and didn't move an inch!"
Luffy exploded. "BIG BRO ROY IS A MONSTER! I'M ONLY 13!!!"
"Hmph, he was only ten when he took the beating!"
Garp spat, his eyes narrowing. "Next step, Internal Destruction."
He pulled over a block of iron and slapped his palm onto it. Haki seeped into the surface like ripples. The next second—
"CRACK!!!"
The entire block of metal exploded into fragments from the inside out, while the surface remained almost untouched!
"This is Haki penetrating the exterior to destroy the internal structure directly."
Garp pointed at Luffy as he spoke. "You ate a Mythical Zoan fruit, so your defense is ridiculously high. Enemies will definitely use this move against you in the future."
"You either learn to counterattack with this method."
"Or get your liver, heart, and lungs exploded."
Hearing this, Luffy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Ex... Exploding liver?! That sounds super painful!!!"
Garp slapped the back of his head. "Afraid of pain? Your Big Bro Roy could turn cannonballs into powder with Internal Destruction when he was twelve!"
"GRANDPA, IS BIG BRO ROY A HUMAN OR A WEAPON?!!"
Garp grinned. "Do you think he looks like a human?"
"...No."
"THEN KEEP TRAINING!!!"
And so, under the night sky, the training ground echoed once again with Luffy's dragon roars, screams, and the explosive sounds of Garp's fists.
Next Day - "Relaxation Day"
"Let's take it easy today. Have some entertainment~"
Garp smiled until his eyes were slits, his tone incredibly kind. But from behind his back, he pulled out a pair of shiny—Seastone Handcuffs!
"Heh heh, a 'special relaxation experience' prepared by Grandpa just for you~"
Luffy was so scared his dragon scales stood on end. "WAIT! YOU CALL THIS RELAXATION?!!"
Ten Minutes Later
"GAAAAHHHH—I... really can't hold on..."
Luffy, wearing the Seastone cuffs, was doing "one-finger push-ups" on a training mat. His muscles twitched all over, sweat pouring like a waterfall.
"Lower your center of gravity! Tighten your core! Focus your will! Stop shaking your elbows!"
Garp munched on rice crackers while critiquing him, as if commenting on battleship calibration rather than a human being.
"Roy specifically ordered this. Said Mythical Zoan users shouldn't rely too much on their abilities. Learn to beat people up without relying on the fruit first." Garp drank tea and ate crackers on the side, looking completely justified.
Luffy cried, lips pressed to the floor. "Big Bro Roy... ugh... you set me up..."
Night - Dormitory Corner
The dormitory was dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight from the window.
Luffy lay face down on his bed, covered in pain relief patches like an overused clockwork toy. He stared blankly at the ceiling with hollow eyes. "Grandpa is scary... Demon King Garp..."
But in his daze, images floated into his mind: Ace's carefree grin, Zoro's back as he marched forward with his swords, Law's cool composure, and Big Bro Roy's face, always smiling smugly while saving the day at critical moments...
He chuckled softly.
"...Hmph. Who's afraid?"
"Tomorrow... if I can last until noon without getting sent flying, I win."
Outside the window, the sea breeze blew gently. The night at G-3 Branch was steady and heavy.
Next Morning - G-3 Branch Training Ground
The sky wasn't bright yet; the mist was still thick.
Garp walked out of the barracks yawning, holding a bag of meat buns. "That kid, if he doesn't get up soon, I'm gonna drag him..."
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
In the center of the training ground, 13-year-old Luffy, wearing training clothes and sporting dark circles under his sleepy eyes, was slowly throwing punches, practicing the flow of Armament Haki—
His movements were meticulous, his gaze exceptionally serious.
Garp stood in the morning mist, taking a bite of a meat bun. The corner of his mouth quietly lifted into a relieved smile. "Hmph... that kid actually looks the part."
He turned and walked away, his back radiating a pride only a "Grandpa" could understand in the morning light.
Dawn broke outside the window, and the sea breeze brushed past.
The boy's journey of growth had only just begun.
—"Future Admirals start by getting beaten into the dirt and gritting their teeth to stand up again."
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