One Piece: Power-Power Fruit

Chapter Six: Help! You're going to kill me!

Seven days later, in the middle of the mountain village courtyard

"Uncle Yixiao, I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I want to eat, I want to eat..."

huh... huh...

Wearing training clothes, Mu Chong stood in a horse stance, gripping a two-meter-long wooden stick tightly in front of him, swinging it incessantly with a whooshing sound, each swing seemingly brimming with power.

At this moment, Mu Chong's face showed bitterness, and his expression of extreme reluctance became increasingly obvious.

Seven days, a full seven days. Squatting in a horse stance, swinging a wooden stick—just that one movement. Standing here doing that for seven whole days. Who could stand that?

What pained him even more was that the wooden stick was getting heavier and heavier, not because he was exhausted, but because of the uncle next to him who was drinking tea while holding a white cat.

"Uncle Yixiao... how long am I supposed to swing this stick? Can't you teach me some moves?"

Seeing that Yixiao didn't respond, Mu Chong asked again with a bitter face.

"Meow……"

The white cat turned its head, glanced back, and smiled, its eyes full of curiosity.

"Young Master Mu, please don't be impatient. This seemingly tedious activity is crucial for your future swordsmanship training. Right now, the wooden stick in your hand weighs less than 500 pounds, so take your time..."

With a slight smile, he didn't even glance at Mu Chong, who was wielding a wooden stick, and continued drinking his tea.

"Ha, ha, ha... But you could at least teach me a few moves, so I won't be so bored..."

Mu Chong complained, but his hands didn't stop moving in the slightest.

"Young Master Mu, a solid foundation is the basis of all strength. Those fancy moves are merely empty shells. When your foundation is strong enough, you will naturally understand without my instruction. There's no need to rush..."

A smile appeared on his face as he met Mu Chong's pale eyes in the middle of the courtyard.

"Hmm? You still have the energy to chat with me? Looks like the stick isn't heavy enough..."

hum...

"No, Uncle Yixiao... damn it..."

boom……

Before Mu Chong could finish speaking, the previously straight wooden stick suddenly became incredibly heavy. The sudden weight pulled Mu Chong to the ground, and the stick crashed to the ground with a loud bang, demonstrating just how heavy the stick was.

"Uncle Yixiao, you're going to kill me! I don't care, I want to eat, I'm hungry..."

Mu Chong slowly raised the wooden stick, now reloaded with gravity, and held it out straight in front of him with both hands, smiling as he spoke.

"Young Master Mu, don't try to fool me. You just finished eating, how can you be so hungry so quickly? The stick has just been weighted, so the count has to start again. You'll eat after a thousand repetitions..."

At this moment, Yi Xiao, who was usually a kind and gentle uncle, became extremely stern and uncompromising.

"Ah... I swing, I swing, I swing... It's so heavy..."

If you can't resist, then enjoy it. This thought filled Mu Chong's mind.

"Young Master Mu, you'd better count how many times you swung it yourself. I'm getting old and my memory isn't so good..."

Yi Xiao touched his forehead and said with utmost seriousness.

"Damn, a white cat..."

"Meow……"

"Help me count... Hey, wait, where are you guys going..."

Just as Mu Chong was about to ask the white cat to count for him, Yi Xiao picked up the white cat and headed towards the gate of the mountain stronghold.

"Young Master Mu, don't be lazy, I'll go find you some food..."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure had already disappeared outside the gate, moving with incredible speed.

"Good heavens! He's a cunning old fox, the older he gets, the more wicked he becomes. The Fujitora Ichisho in the original work wasn't this cunning... Damn it..."

Despite his complaints, Mu Chong's wooden stick never stopped moving. Although his strength was rapidly depleting, the range of motion in his movements remained unchanged.

Yixiao is right. A solid foundation is like the base of a tall building; once it's firmly laid, the building can grow ever taller.

Since Mu Chong recovered from his injuries seven days ago and decided on his training path with Yi Xiao, he has begun the monotonous and tedious practice of swordsmanship.

Issho transforms into a strict master craftsman, setting a daily quota for sword swings and supervising their execution. Once the quota is met, the weight of the wooden stick is increased. This is incredibly easy for Issho, who possesses the Gravity Fruit's power.

At this moment, Mu Chong didn't know how heavy the wooden stick was. Yi Xiao didn't tell him the specific increase in weight, only that the training content would be changed when it reached 500 jin.

"Sigh, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long... I still don't know what the outside world is like? Has Wang Luffy set sail yet? Where is the plot at? Damn, so what if I've watched One Piece? Now I'm stuck on this remote island, completely clueless..."

"Forget it, forget it, I need to get stronger quickly. At least I'm not an admiral yet, so the Navy's global recruitment hasn't even started, there's still a chance... Damn, keep going..."

"Uh, damn it, where was I in my count?..."

……

"1, 2, 3..."

……

Two years ago, Mu Chong transmigrated to the world of One Piece, his soul entering the body of a child who was on the verge of starvation. At the time, the child was twelve years old, orphaned, and had survived only by the charity of the villagers.

However, in that cold winter, he was severely injured in a fight over food. Alone, he hid in a haystack, enduring hunger and cold. His severe injuries, combined with hunger and cold, ultimately caused him to succumb to the night and die in the icy darkness. Thus, the child was usurped by Mu Chong, a boy from the new era.

Despite the physical pain and his weakened state, Mu Chong walked out of the haystack and knocked on the door of Aunt Nuo's house in the village, thus avoiding repeating the child's fate.

Because of the island's remoteness and complete lack of contact with the outside world, Mu Chong, with his easygoing nature, stopped caring about where he had ended up; simply being alive was a bonus.

Later, he ran into Yixiao at a noodle shop. He shamelessly struck up a conversation, got a free bowl of noodles, and, relying on his general understanding of the plot and his modern-day thinking, successfully gained Yixiao's approval. From then on, Yixiao had a little tagalong following him around.

Despite knowing he was in the world of One Piece, a desolate world where people roamed and ate each other, Mu Chong at that time had no desire to become stronger.

He spent his days idly loafing around the village, living a carefree and roguish life, quite content. So much so that he scoffed at Yixiao's suggestion of cultivation.

Until one day, those bandits robbed the village and severely injured Tuoxiu's father, Mu Chong reluctantly followed Yixiao to practice the basics for a while.

He often slacks off and avoids proper practice, learning only half-baked skills and achieving nothing.

After Yixiao left the island, Mu Chong reverted to his old mischievous self.

They lived a life of alternating between hunger and fullness, until they encountered the white cat, after which two figures, one large and one small, would frequently appear in the village.

Until he was severely injured by Crazy Pockmarked's gang last time, he met Yixiao again.

……

"Phew... Damn, done... I'm exhausted..."

boom……

After completing the task of swinging the wooden stick a thousand times, Mu Chong threw the stick aside, plopped down on the ground, lay flat, and stared blankly at the setting sun in the west.

"Get stronger...get stronger...get stronger..."

Snore...