I, the intern, was being listened to by Whitebeard

Next.

Afternoon.

Roy's biological clock still makes him wake up at two o'clock in the afternoon, which is a habit that he has not been able to shake in the past seventeen years.

If he had gotten up earlier than two o'clock in the afternoon, he would have been weak and unenergetic all day.

Of course, ahem! He doesn't matter when he gets up...

Actually, it's not too energetic.

Roy yawned, sniffed the thick smell of sweat in the air, and muttered: "Since Whitebeard let his sons train hard, almost the entire Moby Dick has been covered with this smell of sweat, and it is better in the cabin." "

"Alas!" Roy glanced at a group of muscular hunks on the deck, quite a headache: "Whitebeard Pirates, serious yang and yin decline!"

This whitebeard pirate group doesn't actually have a few women.

A small number of women, all of whom are Whitebeard Pirates, are outside, recruiting some female nurses.

There were only about five or six female nurses on board.

Their daily task is to take care of Whitebeard, who is already covered with dark diseases.

Give Whitebeard regular infusions and injections every day.

Give Whitebeard medicine or something regularly.

Roy had a few acquaintances with the female nurses, who spent most of their time in the cabin reading and drinking tea, and only occasionally went to the top of the deck to see the sea.

Who made the group of big men of the Whitebeard Pirates almost all straight men who didn't understand the amorous feelings?

A group of female nurses on top of this, the new one is out of place.

Of course, Roy also seemed out of place.

Although he is also a man, the problem is that the crew of the Whitebeard Pirates are extremely diligent in training, and that kind of desperate energy seems to be called a hard work.

But Roy, the intern of the Whitebeard Pirates.

In the past two days, I haven't exercised once...

Not even a single push-up, never done.

"Ahh Roy sat bored on a chaise longue, feeling the sea breeze, and muttered to himself, "I remember the Whitebeard Pirates, it seems that there is a female senator here?"

"What's the Ice Witch called?, it seems that I only remember a nickname, but I don't remember the other party's name. It's just that she left the Moby Dick and chose to set up a pirate group on her own. "

"At the moment, it seems to be the Whitebeard Pirates, one of the dozens of pirates under his command. "

"Maybe I can't stand it, a group of big men on the Moby Dick!"

Roy touched his chin: "In this way..."

"Whitebeard is not only a son..."

"He still has a daughter!"

Suddenly—

On the Moby Dick, there was a commotion.

Roy's attention was also attracted by the movement.

After turning his gaze to one place...

And he saw—

The Fire Fist Ace, who was covered in bandages, was pinched on the palm of his hand by Whitebeard like a little chick at this time.

Ace was struggling hard, but there was no way to get out of the way.

The elementalization of his natural fruit at this moment...

It doesn't seem to be of any use at all.

Whitebeard's armed color is domineering, and he directly pinched Ace's entity.

Ace is struggling...

The intensity of the struggle...

Even, even some of the wounds on his body collapsed, and the blood stained the bandages on his body red.

The pain made him grin, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat.

Many pirates on the Moby Dick were also attracted by this movement.

"What's going on? Huh? That's not Daddy, what's that... What's wrong with them? Why did Daddy suddenly pinch that Fire Fist Ace in the palm of his hand? It looks like he was pinching a chicken. "

"Nuha! Is it a fire fist imp again? That little ghost has not been safe in the past two days, he probably hasn't healed his injuries yet, so he wants to challenge his father!"

"I'm so badly injured, and I still have to challenge my father? Aren't you afraid that you will be too seriously injured and pass out on the spot?"

"After being so seriously injured, I haven't forgotten the challenge, and I'm really persevering!"

"He should have attacked Daddy, right?

"Isn't this a Fire Fist imp? I haven't seen you all night, why did you suddenly become so pulled?"

"Tsk, Daddy seems to be getting harder. "

The Firefist imp rolled his eyes. "

"Good guy, it hurts to look at!"

“......"

On the Whitebeard Pirates, all kinds of discussions suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at Fire Fist Ace with the mentality of watching a play.

Even Roy, who has been lying flat and fishing, watched the show with great interest.

"Yo, Ace!" Roy gloated, "Is this a sneak attack on Whitebeard?"

"This sneak attack didn't work, but was beaten by Whitebeard. "

He remembered some of the plots in the original pirate books.

Ace after getting on Whitebeard's pirate ship...

Sneak attack on Whitebeard several times a day almost every day...

It turned out that it was clear that all failed.

It seems that now is no exception.

Last night, when this Fire Fist Ace asked him what Whitebeard's weaknesses were, Roy had a slight guess.

I didn't expect Ace's mobility to be so high, and he started to do it the next afternoon.

Of course, Roy didn't say anything about Whitebeard's weakness.

Actually, Whitebeard doesn't have too many weaknesses ...

Probably the biggest weakness is family...

and those dark diseases on the body.

[Hmm? Whitebeard's level of armed color? How does it feel like it's about the same as me? It's also the level of high-level armed color, can it reach the level of armed color, right?

Roy was stunned for a moment, his heart was full of thoughts, and he couldn't help frowning.

[Is it the reason for the body? It seems that it should be, because of the body, he can't use too high-grade armed colors, otherwise the burden on the body will be too great.] 】

[It is very likely that it will also affect the dark diseases on the body, and it is very likely that the dark diseases on the body will worsen. 】

[No matter how powerful a man is, it is still difficult to resist the toss of the years after all...]

[The strongest man in the world...]

[I'm walking downhill!]

Roy couldn't help but sigh a little, although Whitebeard made it difficult for him to lie down and touch the fish every time, which made him very angry with Whitebeard.

But how to say that Whitebeard is also his uncle, even if this uncle is not related by blood.

Whitebeard is also the kind that takes care of him more.

and also treats Roy as his own nephew.

Treat you like family.

Roy muttered to himself, "I don't know if Ivankov's condition will be alleviated after giving Ivankov a needle." If you can, you can let the Whitebeard Pirates secretly contact the revolutionary army and cure Whitebeard's dark disease. "

[However, Ivankov's treatment impression is flawed, such as the more serious the disease, the more life the treated person consumes, and the general success rate is not high...]

[Ahem!Then forget it, in case you accidentally consume a ten-year lifespan, at the age of Whitebeard...]

[In case you die directly on the spot, it will be GG...]

[Maybe it may also cause a war between the Whitebeard Pirates and the Revolutionary Army.] 】

In that case, the sin will be greater. 】

Roy was only able to dismiss the idea for the time being, but he soon had a new idea.

He remembered the Don Quixote family, that Dressrosa kingdom that he occupied...

It's as if there's a Lilliputian princess in it...

Eating is a superhuman healing fruit...

The healing power is very powerful, and as long as you don't die, you can get back to your original state.

Although there are also side effects, such as if you want to recover a person with a particularly serious disease, you have to consume your life.

But this side effect does not consume the life of the person being treated.

It's the healer... That is, the lifespan of that Devil Fruit ability.

This fruit does not have much side effects on healing, even if it is an ability, the life span consumed is not very much. 】

[And the kingdom of Dressrosa is Doflamingo's territory, just Doflamingo...]

[The Whitebeard Pirates have passed, can't scare him to pee?]

[Poof... This is very feasible!]

[I have to say that things like devil fruits are really very magical existences. Those who have the ability to heal fruits, those who have the ability to produce hormonal fruits, those who have the ability to immortal bird fruits, those who have the ability to perform surgical fruits... The fruit ability of these people can all have the ability to heal. 】

[And one is more than a bug, one is more exaggerated than the other, and one is more unreasonable than the other.] 】

[Maybe Whitebeard can drag this dark disease, in addition to regular infusions every day. 】

[And because of Brother Pony's immortal bird fruit.] 】

[Let Whitebeard continue to hang his life.] 】

..........................................

"This stinky little devil is full of my life?" Whitebeard, who was not far away, faintly heard Roy's heart, although he couldn't hear it clearly from a distance, but there were still a lot of heart's voices, which could be heard by him.

Ivankov of the Revolutionary Army was able to cure his white beard's dark disease, but only with great side effects?

How did this stinky little imp know?

Even other people's Devil Fruit abilities know so clearly.

And what the kingdom of Dressrosa ...

What healing fruit?

What is the fruit of surgery?

Although Whitebeard didn't understand it, he could still see that Roy was doing it for his own health, which made Whitebeard feel a little emotional.

This stinky little ghost, although he has a bad mouth in his heart, likes to scold.

But in fact, I still care about my family!

Coo-la-la-la!!

Something strange flashed in Whitebeard's eyes.

No one doesn't want to be in good health.

Even he was no exception.

Kingdom of Dressrosa...

Healing Fruit...

Doflamingo?

"Ahem, ahem, abominable, whitebeard, you let me go, and we'll fight to the death!" At this time, Ace, who was pinched in his hand, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

I saw that Ace was still struggling hard at this moment, and his attitude was very resolute.

"Sooner or later, I'll take your strongest name off!"

Ace's eyes were fixed on Whitebeard, not afraid to meet Whitebeard's eyes.

Whitebeard was disturbed by his voice.

looked at Ace with humble eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Goo-la-la! Firefist imp, quite persevering! Yesterday was above board, and he didn't challenge me, but now today it's a sneak attack and assassination?"

At the same time, Whitebeard was also a little amazed...

What a son of the bastard Roger...

Although the personality is not the same as Roger...

But this kind of perseverance, as well as monster-like physical fitness, is very similar to Roger, and it looks like it was carved out of a mold.

Tut!

Roy imp, if you have a firefist imp and this kind of perseverance, how nice it would be!

Can't you learn Ace, this kind of perseverance?

Can't you be diligent, you little ghost?

Really!

It's a headache!

Whitebeard is holding Ace in his hand, but in his heart is Roy.

Eventually, he looked at Ace in front of him and laughed, "Goo-la-la-la! Firefist imp, you're still a little too tender! Why don't you be my son, Firefist kid?"

"Wishful thinking!" Ace seemed to be greatly insulted, and the intensity of his struggle was a little greater.

"Goloo

After saying that, he threw Ace casually.

Ace, who was already seriously injured, didn't have any ability to resist at all, and was thrown out directly.

And slammed into a wall.

Fortunately, he is a natural fruit ability, and when he hit the wall, he instantly turned into an element.

This also avoids secondary injuries.

But he was also not lightly injured.

Ace was half-kneeling on the deck, coughed heavily, looked down at the bandages that had been stained with blood on his body, and said to himself very dissatisfied and unwillingly: "If it weren't for the serious injuries on my body, I would definitely have been able to sneak attack just now." "

[Where did this guy get his lost confidence? Isn't the beating he experienced enough? Haven't you realized how big the gap between yourself and the strongest in the world is?]

The corners of Lloyd's mouth twitched slightly, and he complained in his heart.

I don't know if Whitebeard did it on purpose, or if it's just a coincidence...

Where Ace hits...

Right next to Roy's.

[No! It must not be a coincidence! Damn! It must have been deliberate by Whitebeard! Hmph, after all, he saw me being lazy and fishing, and that kind of dissatisfaction was not a day or two. 】

[It can be said that on the entire Moby Dick, this guy with Whitebeard is the most difficult!]

[This person is Whitebeard, the biggest obstacle on my way to fishing!]

[If it weren't for my acting skills, I would have been more skilled...]

[It's very likely that he will see through it!]

At this time, Ace suddenly noticed Roy next to him.

Ace couldn't help but be stunned, he recognized Roy.

After all, almost one of the crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates is counted as one, and they all look strange.

There are almost no normal-looking people.

And the one who looks normal and looks handsome.

Obviously, it's just Roy in front of him.

The Sixteenth Team looks good, but it looks too sissy.

Huh, wait!

Wrong!

Wait!

Ace reacted suddenly, his face was full of disbelief, and his eyes were fixed on Roy: "It's not... You...... Why did you suddenly become so energetic again? Didn't you feel very sluggish last night?"

Ace was stunned, he seriously doubted whether he had been deceived?

In fact, the one in front of me, the intern of the Whitebeard Pirates, has nothing to do.

Roy rolled his eyes, "Can't I recover?"

"Huh?" Ace was stunned: "But you were in such a sluggish state last night, and you can recover in one night?"

Roy complained: "You are still so seriously injured, can't you still be alive in one night?"

His complaint made Ace speechless.

Ace scratched his head in embarrassment, and then asked, "Then why don't you train with them?"

Roy sighed, "It's not fully recovered yet." "

Ace: "???????"

"Recovered, but not completely. Roy sighed and said, "There was a time when I also wanted to cultivate as hard as them, until one day, someone couldn't help but say something, and a fiery fist came over. "

Roy pushed all the pots on Ace, and the god of acting once again possessed him.

His eyes seemed to be fan-shaped charts.

Three points of worry...

Three points are unwilling...

Three points of embarrassment...

A point of self-reproach ...

"You may not know, but I was born with a unique physical defect. As soon as I ask about the amount of training that is too much, the muscles in my body will have a dissolving effect. "

Roy clenched his fists and bit his lower lip: "So all I can do is to cultivate, the forbidden sword move that the Dia family has inherited for hundreds of years - the sword cultivation technique." "

"I know that my physique is very mediocre, maybe a little better than ordinary people, but the Whitebeard Pirates don't dislike me because of this. "

"Although I am the nephew of Uncle Whitebeard, he can not take me to sea at all, but he still takes me out to sea. "

"I want to do what I can for the Whitebeard Pirates. "

"I've been raising knives for ten years, and I've slashed a blow comparable to that of an ordinary great swordsman. "

"If I can keep a knife for twenty years, I may be able to strike a blow from a veteran swordsman. "

"If you can keep a knife for 30 years, you may be able to slash a blow comparable to the world's number one swordsman. "

"To be able to do what I can..."

"Thirty years of life with a single sword..."

"So what?!"

"But..."

Roy's eyes with a fan-shaped chart looked at Ace, whose face became very guilty in front of him.

He seemed to want to scold Ace, but the thousand words in his heart finally turned into a sigh.

"Forget it, the past is over, I'm still young anyway. Now I am only seventeen years old, and even if I take ten years of life to cut out a knife that has been raised for ten years, it is equivalent to me being only twenty-seven years old. "

"Assuming that I can live to be seventy years old in my life, then I can still have time to raise knives for another thirty years. Speaking of which, that's probably the only thing I can do. "

"Other than that, I can't write or martial arts, I'm so mediocre everywhere. "

"Alas!!" a final sigh fell.

Roy forced out a few tears.

Add a bit of accent to the atmosphere.

The self-blame and guilt in Ace's heart almost reached an extreme level.

Ace's face is full of apologies...

He would love to apologize once again...

But he felt that all the words of apology seemed so pale at this moment.

Ace could only be silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He felt very guilty.

That kind of guilt and self-blame...

It's like a knife grinding.

......

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PS: 11,000 words sent today! There will be an update of 11,000 words in the afternoon, and I will work hard to get 22,000 words today, and I will rush the duck!

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