Chapter 6: Marine Based - 6
A month passed in almost a blur.
The mornings began with intense training for his body. He ran until his legs shook and his lungs cried. Then he moved on to lifting boulders as weights until his arms cried just the same. Then he did the same with his legs, balancing and lifting the boulders with his feet.
...Until they also cried.
Then he had breakfast.
Then he made his way through the base asking anyone who would to spar with him.
He got his ass kicked.
A lot.
Especially if any of the higher ranked marines wanted to scrap when there was no pirates around.
Once he pulled his bruised self out of the heap he was left in, he dragged his sorry behind into the forest to punch trees into mercy until his knuckles cried.
And then blindfolded himself with his thingamajig marine scarf by tying it around his eyes and set his Haki Pendulum into motion and stepped between the thick swinging logs.
And got smacked around constantly by them until his entire body, mainly his torso and head, cried for mercy.