Snapping back to reality, Lucky Drake ordered the crew to move every last treasure from the Black Cat Pirates' ship onto the Thunderbolt ships.
He himself returned to his cabin to continue his lottery draws.
The Black Cat Pirates could only watch as their belongings—down to their weapons—were stripped away. Only their clothes remained.
They were so furious they could cry, yet none dared protest.
These Thunder Pirates are the true sea bandits!
After the looting, the Thunder Pirates adjusted their course according to the nautical charts and, with Nami's guidance, sped toward the Sea Restaurant.
At this moment, Lucky Drake had already completed four five-times draws, plus bonus pulls.
His total haul included:
Twenty years of internal energy
A Lightspeed Sword Draw technique
The Thunder Breathing Technique
With his internal energy alone now totaling eighty years, Lucky Drake's strength had reached the level of a Navy Vice Admiral. He could even clash with Garp for several blows without issue.
The Lightspeed Sword Draw, however, came with a condition—
He needed to perform ten thousand sword draws to accumulate one usage.
And it couldn't stack.
Even drawing the sword a hundred thousand times would still only grant a single Lightspeed Sword Draw.
As for Thunder Breathing, it could only be trained in a lightning-rich environment. Luckily, Captain Red possessed a Mythical Zoan: Electric Eel Fruit, allowing him to generate powerful lightning. Lucky Drake could directly use him to train.
Of course, the stronger the lightning, the stronger the resulting Thunder Breathing power.
After finishing his draws, Lucky Drake's lottery points reset to zero.
He walked to the deck to begin practicing standard sword draws.
One standard sword draw took three seconds.
To complete 10,000 draws and obtain one Lightspeed Sword Draw required 30,000 seconds.
A day had 86,400 seconds.
So Lucky Drake needed less than half a day to accumulate one use.
"Vice-Captain, what are you doing? Sword practice?"
The deckhands were curious, watching him draw the blade over and over.
"Yes, practicing sword draws," Lucky Drake answered calmly.
"Vice-Captain, you're already insanely strong. Why still practice drawing the sword?"
"Yeah! And if you were really fighting someone, that slow draw—even if stylish—would have gotten you sliced several times already!"
Lucky Drake chuckled, paused his movement, and explained:
"Once you've drawn the sword enough times, the real draw surpasses what the human eye can perceive.
Don't be fooled by how slow this looks now.
At a certain level, I'll be able to kill the moment the blade leaves its sheath."
"Hiss… that sounds amazing, but kind of unbelievable…"
"Yeah, and even if it works, wouldn't it take years of training?"
They were excited, but still felt the technique was too far-fetched.
Lucky Drake understood their doubts.
After all, he was cheating with a system. Normal people practicing like he did wouldn't achieve a Lightspeed Sword Draw even in decades.
"You're not wrong. But perseverance brings transformation. Quantity becomes quality."
"Alright, go back to work. I'll continue practicing."
He resumed his precise, standard sword draws.
The crew members felt oddly motivated.
If their super-strong Vice-Captain still trained this hard, what excuse did they—a bunch of weaklings—have?
They began practicing sword draws too, hoping to increase their own speed.
But most couldn't last even a few hours.
Awei endured for an hour before his arms went limp.
Meanwhile Lucky Drake continued as if nothing, his movements steady, flawless, and tireless.
"The Vice-Captain's willpower is insane… No wonder he's so strong."
Then, the weather shifted suddenly.
Bright skies turned into stormy winds and thunderous rain.
The crew hurried into the cabins.
Lucky Drake remained on deck, practicing sword draws without pause, completely unfazed.
"Vice-Captain's perseverance is terrifying."
"Seriously. He must've always trained behind our backs. Now that the time has come, he shocked all of us."
"We can't drag them down anymore. Captain and Vice-Captain are both monsters—our future is to be famous pirates! We need to get stronger!"
"Yeah! From now on we train every day. Doesn't have to be sword draws—whatever we're good at, we improve without limits!"
Lucky Drake's dedication and self-discipline quietly influenced the entire crew.
Nami saw him from inside the cabin—soaked, battered by wind and rain, yet still focusing entirely on his training.
Her heart filled with admiration… and tenderness.
As Lucky Drake's woman, she had gradually begun accepting and adapting to her new position.
She wanted to understand him, to know what kind of man he truly was.
And so, she didn't try to drag him back inside.
If Lucky Drake wanted to practice sword draws, she would support him—even accompany him.
Holding an umbrella, Nami stepped onto the deck and stood beside him, shielding him from the rain.
"Lucky Drake, go on. Don't mind me.
I just… want to watch you practice.
You look really handsome," she said shyly, cheeks red.
Lucky Drake felt a warm satisfaction in his heart.
He hadn't expected Nami—after the night they shared—to become so gentle and considerate.
So different from the bratty, sharp-tongued girl from the original story.
"You're sure it's okay? I still need about three more hours," Lucky Drake reminded her.
He had already completed over six thousand draws—
Three thousand more remained.
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