The pinnacle of the navy! It all started when Garp captured him Chapter 010

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Dawn Island, dusk.

“Swish!”

A tall figure appeared silently at the entrance of the village.

Short black hair, a neat navy uniform, and a commendation medal signed by Admiral Zefa on his chest – it was Roy.

He took a deep breath, and the familiar scent of grass and trees hit him in the face, awakening memories deep in his mind.

(Two years…)

He walked quickly towards the cottage in his memory. From afar, he saw his father Rock chopping wood in the yard and his mother Irene collecting clothes that were hung out to dry.

“Dad, Mom.”

The familiar voice was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.

The axe in Rock’s hand fell to the ground with a bang and was teleported to the table by Roy. The clothes basket in Irene’s hand fell directly to the ground.

“Roy…Roy?!” Irene’s voice trembled slightly and her eyes turned red in an instant.

Rock widened his eyes and looked up and down at the nearly two-meter-tall boy in front of him – his military uniform was ironed straight, his eyes were steady, and there was a sense of determination and calmness between his brows.

Is that the naughty, sneaky kid from the past?

“You kid…”

Rock strode forward, patted his son’s shoulder firmly with his palm, his eyes slightly red: “You’ve grown taller than me!”

Irene had already rushed forward and hugged Roy’s waist, tears falling like beads from a broken string: “My child, you have lost weight! Didn’t the navy feed you enough?”

Roy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Mom, I weigh 30 kilograms more than before I left…”

Irene looked up at his face and wiped her tears: “But I still feel bad for you. How come you are so tanned…”

Roy reached out and hugged his mother, his eyes soft: “Mom, I’m fine.”

The fire in the house was crackling, and the dining table was filled with sumptuous home-cooked meals: braised meat, stewed fish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a large bowl of steaming rice.

Rock poured a cup of homemade rice wine and raised the cup: “Come on! Tell me what you have done in the past two years!”

Roy smiled, picked up his drink cup and clinked it with his father’s. “I’m mainly training at the Navy Headquarters. I’ll come to the East China Sea to fight pirates in the next two days.”

As he spoke, he took out a Navy Commendation and a bag of bonuses from his arms and pushed them in front of his father: “Signed by Mr. Zefa himself, these are some rewards accumulated from the previous training camp.”

Rock’s fingers trembled slightly. Looking at the gold-plated “commendation order”, an expression of pride and heartache appeared on his face: “Good boy… You are worthy of being my son!”

Irene quickly scooped a large bowl of food and stuffed it into Roy’s bowl: “Eat more. Look at you, you’re almost thinner than the black bear in the village!”

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Roy’s arm again, and he immediately gasped: “This muscle…Is this a human?!”

Roy smiled and put down his chopsticks: “This is a piece of iron.”

“ah?”

Roy said calmly: “I can catch the shells with my bare hands now.”

Rock “Puff!” spat out a mouthful of rice wine and almost choked.

Irene didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She used a handkerchief to wipe Rock’s mouth: “Don’t scare me! Don’t do anything dangerous!”

Roy smiled gently: “Don’t worry, the training camp is more dangerous than the battlefield. I’m used to it.”

There was constant laughter at the dinner table and the atmosphere was warm.

After dinner, Roy helped his mother clean up the dishes and helped his father stack the firewood in the yard neatly.

As the night grew darker, Roy stood up and said goodbye.

Irene stuffed a large bag of rice balls and pickled vegetables into his arms distressedly: “Take it with you! The food on the warship is not as delicious as what mom cooks!”

Rock smiled and said, “Mom, I heard that the food on the navy ship is of the highest quality.”

Irene glared at him, “Mom’s recipe tastes better!”

Rock put his hands on his hips and looked at Roy with a serious look: “Remember, kid, don’t embarrass me!”

“Yes!” Roy saluted and smiled brightly.

“Swish!”

The next second, his figure turned into a shadow and disappeared in the night wind at the entrance of the village.

The yard fell silent. Rock put his arm around his wife’s shoulders and said softly, “It seems… our boy has really grown up.”

Irene wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed softly, “She just grew up too fast… I didn’t even have the chance to hold her a few more times…”

A shooting star streaked across the night sky, and its faint light illuminated the smiles and tears of the two parents.

The next day, on the blue sea, Garp’s dog-head warship broke through the waves.

On the deck, two figures collided with each other at an astonishing speed, and the muffled sounds of fists and feet hitting each other echoed one after another in the setting sun!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Roy’s entire body was covered in pitch-black armed color domineering, his black hair fluttering in the sea breeze, and every punch was accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, as if tearing the air apart!

Garp, on the other hand, was unarmed, his steps were as steady as a rock, and every punch he threw was accompanied by a dull explosion, like the roar of a giant beast!

“Nice strength! But it’s still too soft!”

“Bang!”

Garp punched Roy right on the top of his head, smashing him into the deck with wood chips flying everywhere.

On the deck, the naval soldiers were dumbfounded and held their breath.

“Hey, hey… Brother Roy was beaten to the deck again…”

“Is this the third time today?”

“How terrifying… That’s Vice Admiral Garp’s fist!”

Adjutant Bogart held his pipe in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and a trace of unconcealed admiration flashed in his eyes: “There are not many people in the entire navy who can take so many punches from Mr. Garp without saying a word.”

“Crash——”

Roy slowly climbed out of the shattered deck, with sawdust still hanging on his black hair and a few bloodstains on his face, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife: “Come again!”

Garp laughed loudly, his hands on his hips: “You have guts! But that’s enough for today. If you keep fighting, my warship will fall apart!”

Roy lowered his head, looked at the dented and deformed deck under his feet, and kept silent.

As the sun sets, the golden horizon is sparkling with glittering waves.

Roy and Cap sat side by side at the bow, each holding a cup of steaming tea in their hands. The cool sea breeze made them feel refreshed.

While chewing on a senbei, Garp mumbled, “Boy, you’ve made great progress. You lasted three minutes longer than last time.”

Roy’s face was dark, and he pinched his sore wrist: “But I still can’t beat you.”

Garp laughed: “Nonsense! Want to beat me? Practice for another twenty years!”

Roy smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly stopped smiling and looked at Karp with sharp eyes: “Mr. Karp, I want to learn your boxing skills.”

Garp paused while chewing on the senbei and turned to look at him: “Oh?”

Roy’s eyes were firm: “It’s not an ordinary armed color, but… your ‘iron fist’ that can smash everything with one punch!”

Garp stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter: “Hahaha! Kid, you’re still too early!”

Roy: “…”

Garp patted his back hard, almost knocking him into the sea: “Armament Haki is just the basics! The real ‘Iron Fist’ relies not on fancy techniques, but on momentum!”

He suddenly raised his fist, the wind from his fist whistled, and his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to split the sea: “It’s faith! It’s the determination to protect someone!”

Roy was stunned.

Garp’s expression suddenly turned serious, and he said in a low voice: “Roy, you have great talent. But a truly strong person cannot be created by skills and strength alone.”

He stretched out his finger and poked Roy’s chest: “Here, whether it is hard enough is the key.”

Roy lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, slowly tightening his fists on his knees.

Garp suddenly changed back to his carefree smile and laughed: “But, kid, it’s too early for you to learn now! Wait until you can catch my fist!”

Roy’s mouth twitched: “How long will it take?”

Garp raised his eyebrows and said smugly, “It will take at least a hundred years!”

Roy: “…One hundred years?!”

Garp waved his hand: “You think it’s too little? Then two hundred years!”

Roy: “…”

The soldiers on the deck watched this scene and their faces almost cramped from trying to hold back their laughter.

Bogart sighed and shook his pipe slightly: “Mr. Cap, please don’t bully Brother Roy…”

Garp laughed loudly, full of pride: “Bullying? This is my love!”

The sea breeze blew across the deck, bringing a burst of laughter. The young man under the setting sun clenched his fists lightly, his eyes becoming more determined.