Separation is always sad.

Early the next morning, when the first rays of dawn appeared under the distant blue sky, Capmosen and his party set out on their way to the windmill village.

Mawson woke up in the morning with a hangover.

Yesterday he first drank a bottle with Chino's adoptive father.

It will only be officially opened after returning to the base.

In this era when navigation was basically based on sails, wine was an essential thing for men at sea.

In particular, Mawson returned to the base as a major general after more than a year, and although everyone admired him, it was impossible for everyone to have no sourness in their hearts.

If a person is not a sage, who can not have seven emotions and six desires.

I don't know which one starts, but now it's okay, and everyone who knows him or not runs to toast with a cigarette.

No matter how good he is, he can't withstand the rotation of so many people.

In the end, the cup had to be closed.

Even so, his body was almost at its limit.

He also put his training on hold at night, taking a shower and sleeping until the next day's biological clock woke him up.

After a good physical exercise, all the hangovers disappeared without a trace.

didn't go to say goodbye to Chino, and after another year or two, Kino was old enough to take her to the naval school.

Everyone has the right to choose their own life and is responsible for their own choices.

During this time, she was kept with her adoptive parents who had chosen not to have children, and if she changed her mind by then, it was needless to mention.

If she still wanted to become a navy at that time, then he would also help her fulfill her dream.

Family, isn't it the person who spares no effort to support you after you have made your own choice?

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In the golden sunlight of the morning, Mawson took off his shirt and went naked, revealing his ivory-white and immensely strong upper body.

Opposite him is a beachsuit Karp with a yellow upper body and a gray lower body.

Naturally, there was no way to support a two-person battle on the deck.

however

Combat doesn't have to cause widespread destruction to be powerful.

Today's Karp is teaching him how to use less power to exert greater strength.

And how to give full play to your whole body strength at the same time, you can not cause strength outsourcing.

For example, if a person's punch power is 100, an untrained person may only be able to exert 50 percent.

The more control a person has over himself, the more power he will exert himself.

If you can fully control yourself, then of course, you are the top master in the same level.

Physical art is actually a similar principle, not only to increase the strength of the body and make the body stronger.

It is also to make yourself more controllable over your body and make your moves stronger.

In short, it's about being 100% in control of your body.

This is not only useful for the body, but also for fruit development, and the same is true for domineering cultivation.

Under the condition of having the domineering of fruits, it is natural that whoever develops deeper will control more, that is, who is more powerful.

Of course, nothing is absolute, and the situation changes rapidly during the battle, and some accidents happen that are not at all inextricable.

Mawson, who has mastered the return of life, knows all about these truths.

Old man Karp has fought with an iron fist for most of his life, and his reputation is famous all over the sea, and of course Mowson will not be unaware of how valuable his experience is.

So learn naturally seriously.

The soldiers on the battleship also focused all their eyes on the two of them after work.

The combat power of these two people is naturally higher than that of them, but what they have learned from experience is their own thing.

Isn't the improvement of strength just such a little bit of accumulation?

Swish!

A colorless domineering entanglement suddenly appeared on the knife that Mawson slashed out, colliding with Karp's fist.

After the collision, Mawson took three steps back, and the flip-flops made a 'crunch' sound on the wooden deck.

And the old man Karp did not move at all.

Neither of them used all their strength, which is also nonsense, and they were able to dismantle the entire ship with the power of their bodies alone.

As he retreated, Mawson's face was full of smiles.

Armed and domineering is finally no longer a bear child who doesn't listen to a word.

The domineering spirit he used just now was guided by himself.

Although it is still not working.

That's a big step forward.

After the successful experience, Mawson's fighting spirit increased greatly.

He laughed and exclaimed, "Come again!" ”

Continue to deceive yourself, and when you are in the chest, it is a knife.

Karp put one fist in his chest, and the other swung straight at him.

Mawson draws his knife and turns back to block.

Bang!

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The conversation between the two lasted from sunrise to breakfast time.

In the more than an hour of fighting, Mawson was hit by Karp's fists in a total of 99 punches, punching to the flesh, of which more than a dozen punches were distributed in the face.

If it weren't for the fact that the fruit ability has increased a lot now, his face would have been beaten into a pig's head a long time ago.

Although Mawson slashed Karp at least a hundred times, none of them worked.

It's all blocked by the armament color.

The angry Mawson gritted his teeth, this bastard old man.

There was another note in the small notebook, and the fist on the face had to be doubled to get it back.

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Windmill Village of the Kingdom of Goa.

This small village is essentially cut off from the urban center of the Kingdom of Goa, and in between the two is the vast Gorpo Hills.

The windmill village in the sun is like most of the peaceful hamlets in this world, quiet and peaceful.

Unlike other places, this is where the naval hero Karp was born.

Except for the occasional bandit who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, they will come to this village to hang around.

Not long ago, a wave of bandits clashed with a group of pirates who were staying here, and all of them died here.

During this time, no bandits dared to come to this small village to spread wild.

Although that powerful group of pirates has been gone for a while.

In the center of the Windmill Village is Magino's Tavern, who grew up in the Windmill Village.

It was noon time, and the tavern was full of busy people in the village.

Because Magino's cooking and winemaking skills are commendable, and the price is not expensive, many hard-working villagers like to come here to solve their own temple.

Of course, what is more important is that the hostess is gentle and kind.

However, since a group of pirates used this place as a base, even if a few of the villagers had any thoughts about the proprietress, they only dared to secretly put them in their stomachs.

After all, life is more important than this.

In between busy times, Magino behind the bar was wiping his wine glass with a cloth.

Just then, the door to the tavern was pushed open by a small figure.

A small turnip head wearing a straw hat and white tank top and blue shorts appears in the tavern.

"Magino, I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"