A Day in the Pirate World

Mo Sen's mouth twitched.

Idiot, what else do you know besides eating?

"It is said that there used to be two big pirates who liked to chop wood. One day, they agreed to have a match."

Even in the dark night, you can see Luffy's eyes glowing. Adventures and stories are simply Luffy's favorites besides eating.

Ace looked at Luffy like a fool, you can take this kind of story that even an idiot would not believe.

Where is there any big pirate who likes to chop wood?

My brain is flooding for sure.

Mo Sen's calm voice continued.

"They decide who will cut the most firewood in a competition on a certain day. A big pirate, Ah Da, hurried out with a knife at dawn."

"The other great pirate, Budu, slept until dawn and ate breakfast, then took out his knife and put it on the whetstone to start sharpening."

"The only one who has sharpened his knife is going out slowly..."

"That Bu Er must have lost, right? How could he be so lazy and beat Ah Da."

Luffy was anxious to express his opinion.

"Continue with your training and listen to me." Mo Sen found that this guy was simply one-sided, and he didn't know how a character like Long gave birth to a son with such a personality.

"Ada had cut a lot of firewood when Buer got there, but Buer was still not in a hurry."

"He found a place, raised his knife and dropped it, cutting wood several times faster than Ah Da."

"Soon he surpassed Ada's number and finally won the game. Do you know why?"

"Ah, did Bu Er win? Damn it, I thought Ah Dae won." It was still some idiot.

At this moment, Ace showed a thoughtful look.

He found that Mawson made up a story for them, and it was definitely not boring to amuse them.

There should be something deep in this.

"The reason is very simple, because Fuji spent a long time sharpening the knife, so his knife is extremely sharp. A tree that can be cut down by Ah Da needs twenty strokes, but maybe it can be cut in three strokes."

"Can't Ada's knife be sharp too?" Luffy asked.

Bang!

Mawson was punched in the head.

You talk too much.

If his knife is sharp, how can I continue to tell the story, and should I still tell the truth?

"This is the same as my training for you now. Only when your body is improved, your speed will be faster, your strength will be greater, and your attacks will be more powerful."

Mo Sen's words came leisurely.

In fact, it was Mo Sen who told Ace more.

Whether Ace was strong in the future, there is no doubt about his strength with the burning fruit.

Just like most ability users of the natural department will rely more on abilities.

However, all kinds of abilities are based on the strength of the body, whether it is fruit, physical skills or domineering, the stronger the body, the stronger these are.

"It's like building a tall building. You don't want to build some good-looking appearance first, but lay the foundation first. Only after the foundation is laid can the building be built higher and more stable."

Having said that, even if Mawson teaches them now, he will not teach them the Sixth Form of the Navy. This is a matter of principle.

Now it is just to let them have a consciousness and implant physical training into their bones, so that when they go to sea, they will be much stronger than before.

Just think about how they turned upside down in the world.

This, in fact, changed the world by itself.

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That's how things settled.

Mo Sen made a concise practice schedule, and everything went according to the plan.

The efficiency of the bandits became extremely efficient under high pressure, and they completed Mo Sen's request in just one day.

This practice, which was later called the Devil's Month by the two brothers, officially kicked off.

Dangdang Dangdang!

"Get up, get up, sleep and get paralyzed, hey, Aribadi, come and do exercises with me."

When the first ray of light shone on the hillside in the early morning, the old demon's extremely excited voice sounded over the Bandit House.

All of a sudden, the whole wooden house started to jump up and down.

What the bandits were doing wasn't good, of course, but Mawson wasn't a great creature that could be called a Madonna.

As for the dreams that awakened countless people, Mo Sen didn't care.