One Piece: Honey Badger Speedruns the World

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Watching Goss swagger towards the door, Haredas, finally snapping out of his daze, remembered the most important thing.

His beard trembled with heartache as he pointed to the burnt-through table and the empty can:

"Young man! You can't just leave like this! Do you know how much that tube of 'Jidi Cloud Thunder Liquid' is worth?"

We old bones risked our lives to collect that! It's worth at least 500 million Berries!!

"Five...five hundred million?!"

Nami, who had just reached the door, almost collapsed to her knees upon hearing the number.

Five hundred million?! Even if you multiplied her entire fortune tenfold, it wouldn't be enough to pay that!

"And you destroyed the lab..."

Just as Haredas was about to settle the score, another old man who had been staring at the analyzer suddenly cried out, "Haredas! Forget about that broken pot! Look at this!!"

"What?" Haredas turned around instinctively.

"The data is in! His heart... just now, in the instant it absorbed energy, it actually restructured its own molecular structure! The conversion rate is... 100%?!"

The scientist was so excited he almost threw his dentures out: "This is simply a biological miracle! If we could crack this principle..."

"W-what?! 100% conversion?! Let me see!"

Upon hearing this, Haredas instantly forgot about the 500 million Berries.

Several old men, like hungry wolves smelling meat, instantly huddled together, arguing heatedly around the long data sheet: "No! This should be some kind of bio-electromagnetic field!"

"Nonsense! This is clearly a change at the cellular level!"

The entire laboratory instantly transformed into a frenzied academic seminar, with no one giving the two "culprits" at the door a second glance.

"..."

At the doorway, Nami looked at the group of old men who had suddenly gone mad, and her lips twitched twice.

Although I don't know what happened, this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Idiot, what are you standing there for!"

Nami grabbed Goss, who was picking at his ear, and, in a low voice, dragged him out with all her might: "Run before these nerds remember to make you pay...!"

Whoosh-!

The two figures transformed into afterimages and quickly disappeared outside the gate.

When Goss and Nami returned to the clearing at the edge of the woods, wisps of undigested blue electricity still occasionally emanated from their bodies, making a "sizzling" sound.

"You're a monster..."

Nami stood two meters away from him, complaining as she warily watched the sparks. "Stay away from me! My hair is flying everywhere."

Goss ignored Nami's complaints and focused his gaze on Mia in front of him.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young girl rested her hands on her knees, panting heavily. Sweat soaked through her practice clothes, reflecting a faint light in the evening glow.

Vista sheathed his twin swords, elegantly adjusted his bow tie, and looked quite satisfied.

That's all for today.

The great swordsman stepped forward and handed Mia a towel, his tone carrying the approval typical of an elder:

"Your resilience far exceeds my expectations. Miss Mia, you have a talent for swordsmanship. Although you are not a monstrous genius, you have a heart that yearns for power."

Mia wiped the sweat from her face, her eyes sparkling: "Really? Mr. Vista!"

"certainly."

Vista twirled his curly beard and smiled, offering the most objective assessment:

"Keep this momentum going and stick to the breathing techniques and power generation techniques I've taught you."

With persistent diligence, in about thirty years, or perhaps only twenty, you will surely have a place among the renowned swordsmen of this vast sea.

"Twenty years... or even thirty years?"

Upon hearing this, the light in Mia's eyes dimmed slightly, but it quickly reignited her fighting spirit: "I will try my best! As long as I can help my brother..."

Nami, who was standing not far away, was somewhat surprised.

Thirty years? Mia would be an old lady by then! Is swordsman training always this slow?

Nami, somewhat doubting her existence, rested her chin on her hand, and the image of the green-haired guy on her ship who always slept with a knife, had no sense of direction, and loved to drink involuntarily popped into her mind.

Wait... that guy doesn't seem to be that slow.

When Nami thought of Zoro, her eyes became somewhat complicated, showing both a hint of disapproval and deep trust.

That green-haired guy... is a complete sword fanatic.

What an ordinary person needs ten years to hone, he often learns inexplicably in a nap or by shedding a little blood when he is on the verge of death.

And... we made a "two-year" agreement.

Although that guy isn't very bright, he's an absolute monster when it comes to getting stronger.

If it were him... during those more than 700 days of disappearance, he would definitely not have practiced swordsmanship in a routine manner like an ordinary person.

Nami could even picture the scene: that man must be in some hellish place, pushing the limits of human physiology every day, breaking bones and then reconnecting them, grinding his will and then rebuilding it.

Two years ago, he was already as strong as a demon.

What about him now?

Nami swallowed hard, imagining Zoro two years later.

Who knows, when that directionally challenged person gets lost and thinks the mountain is in their way, they might just casually slice the entire mountain in half like a cake, then grumble and say something like, "Why is the mountain moving around like that?"

……

Goss didn't speak, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Bista spoke very sincerely; it was already a very high compliment.

In this world teeming with powerful opponents, ordinary people could never even reach the threshold of becoming a swordsman, and achieving fame in twenty or thirty years was already one in ten thousand.

But it's still too slow.

This ocean won't give us twenty years to grow.

The monsters of the new world may bare their fangs at any moment.

At the very moment this thought reached its peak, the world seemed to freeze for a second in his eyes.

【Om—】

A mysterious and chilling feeling instantly permeated his entire body, and deep within his mind, another piece of the dormant puzzle of ability was lit up.

[The Fruits of the Six Paths: The Human Path]

[By the unspoken understanding of the soul, we forge a bond of twins.]

[Flesh, blood, bones, and muscles; seventy percent of the golden body has been created.]

[Spirit and spirit, bearing seven parts domineering power.]

We are all in this together, sharing the same fate.

Strength originates from the same source and is inseparable from each other.

[Designate a target and bind their soul to the main body. The bound target will directly share 70% of the main body's current overall physical attributes, Haki strength, and combat experience.]

Goss's pupils contracted sharply.

Share 70%?

Keep in mind, his body has undergone multiple enhancements, and he even recently absorbed lightning from nature. His strength, speed, and resilience are already at a superhuman level. If it's 70%...

Goss looked up at Mia, who was still dreaming of becoming a swordsman decades later.

With a thought, that invisible force instantly locked onto that petite figure.

[Bound to: Mia. The Human Path, activated.]

Mia, who was wiping away sweat, suddenly froze. A warm current surged from the depths of her soul and instantly flowed through her limbs and bones.

She clenched her fist somewhat blankly, feeling as if her body had become lighter, and as if she was filled with endless power. Even the soreness from swinging the sword five hundred times just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Miss Mia?" Vista noticed her unusual behavior. "Are you too tired?"

"No...it's nothing."

Mia looked at her palm in confusion. The power she felt was so real that it made her feel as if she had been given a new body.

"I just suddenly feel... really good."

"That's good."

Vista didn't think much of it, just smiled, clapped his hands, and finalized the plan:

"In that case, get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, we won't have any more tedious sword-swinging practice."

The great swordsman's fingers rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, a glint of anticipation in his eyes:

"Tomorrow, we will have our first real combat exercise. Swordsmanship that has not been tested in actual combat is powerless."