The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

half year later.

There are no city lights, no shadows of skyscrapers, and no smell of reinforced concrete. The night sky of Tallinn Island has a layered beauty, and there are also dots of stars.

Under the vast light of the Milky Way, there was only a half-year-old child sitting quietly cross-legged on the snow-covered pagoda. In his current state, he would have to practice for at least 1 year, and at most 2 years, before he could learn the "Breathing Breathing Method".

Yutori has been practicing meditation since he was a child, so he can only start learning now.

Reg, who was wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket, breathed and breathed, and every time he exhaled, the air formed a warm white mist.

In fact, it was possible to meditate in the room, but in order to make his body bear stronger, Reg still ran to the top of the tower like a masochist.

In order to catch up with the opening of the Great Pirate Age, he worked hard. Reg didn't want to miss him due to lack of strength when he was looking for the Thunder Fruit.

What's more, nothing in this world is perfect.

What if it fails? Enelu has already eaten the fruit. It's not that Reg has not considered this kind of thing, and he is also mentally prepared.

If he couldn't eat the Thunder Fruit, then he would learn from Garp and take physical skills as his main training, purely punch by punch, and walk towards the strong step by step.

The sharp edge of the sword emerged from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms emerged from the bitter cold and the proud plum blossoms in the snow, the biting cold wind, and the bright stars for company, Reg just quietly waited for the arrival of the next day.

"call"

After taking a deep breath, Reg opened his eyes. It was still dark, but he had to leave.

Today, if the entire p9 members fail to pass the assessment of the three teachers, the door to the interrogation room will be opened.

Even Elaine, who is usually very carefree and likes to think of Reg as her mascot, is also irritated by this and does not dare to make any oversights.

After returning to his room, Reg immediately opened the refrigerator and entered the kitchen to heat up food. Although Qiao usually looked like a decadent uncle, he was really having a hard time in that situation.

After all, Reg has not gone to his place to practice once in half a year since he came here.

For Joe, the instructor of the Ninth Tower, this kind of treatment was the first time in his life that Colin had specifically reminded him: This is a guy who likes to hold grudges.

"Is the power 180?"

Reg, who was holding dumbbells in his spare time, murmured to himself that as his strength increased, progress would become more and more difficult.

In the past six months, he got up earlier than a chicken, ate more than a pig, cooked more than an ox, and slept later than a dog, which only increased his power by 50%.

There are still two and a half years left. He needs to increase his power to 400 within a year and a half and spend one year learning the six postures.

Shaving, moon walking, paper painting, and lantern feet are the four types that Reg chose to master first. As soon as his power reaches 200, Colin will help apply for a gravity suit for the upper body and choose gravity pants for the lower body.

As a teacher, Colin naturally has this kind of authority. Although it would be very tiring, Reg was happy with it.

Rather than being tired, what he was more afraid of was living a life of drifting with the tide. He had already had enough in his previous life.

What Reg wants now is this life, to be the king of his own life