In the following days, Gal and his party began to practice.

Because Giant Dongli sleeps and needs to duel, the teaching time is scheduled for the next afternoon.

Every morning, Gal would come to the river and try the [Wind Escape: Spiral Shuriken]. (I like the name of this ninjutsu very much, so I won't change it.) ）

As with the previous problems, after a few days, no results have been achieved.

The wind condensed in his hand rotated slowly, and it had no lethality at all; The rotation speed was fast, and it turned directly into a large tornado.

Gal also thought a lot.

At the end of the day, his abilities aren't chakras.

The idea of skills may be correct, but the process of development cannot be replicated.

In order to better observe the winds around the whirlwind, Gal moved the ashram to a small river.

In this way, after condensing the cyclone in the water, the problem can be found more intuitively according to the ripples.

But the situation is not getting better.

[Wind Escape: Spiral Shuriken] still has no progress.

Let's talk about hegemony.

The practice went pretty smoothly.

Although the overlord looks like a slash, it is not, it is not a sword technique, but a shock wave.

This is also what Dongli demonstrated once, after opening a hole in a big mountain, he understood this.

Slashing is a kind of skill, and hegemony is brute force.

This is also the reason why almost no one uses 'hegemon' except for the Giants.

For those great swordsmen, with so much effort, they can completely swing a more lethal slash, and there is no need to learn the shockwave of the hegemony.

But for guys like Big Mom, who are born with strange powers, this skill is simply tailor-made, because their strength is too great, and using some complicated skills only limits them.

The same goes for Gal, who has more exaggerated strength than Big Mom and a straightforward fighting style, so he is perfect for the overlord.

According to his estimates, it may be three weeks before the hegemony can be completely mastered.

...

At night, on the nameless name of Garr, who does not deserve to have a name.

Because most of the members either go to sea to have a mission, or they are practicing on the island, there are not many people left behind on the ship.

Even Loka couldn't bear to go to the island.

The rest, not counting the leaf people, are only two.

Otaku Perona, from the very beginning, she was a spirit body landing on the island, and the left-behind personnel naturally counted her as one.

The other one is Stella.

In the brightly lit archives, Stella is biting a wooden ruler in her mouth and holding a pencil in her hand, drawing something carefully.

“emmmm... Is this a small yard? Perona's spirit floated behind her, looking at the drawings on the table.

Because she had nothing to do during the day, and no one else had time to pay attention to her, this girl had already suffocated.

It was only in the evening that Stella would return to the boat to make a map, and she would have someone to talk to.

As for Padong, who has been glued to her?

Of course, with Loka again.

Perona's strength is too weak, and she can't be relied on if something happens. The lone whale hasn't come back yet, and among the remaining people, the strongest is Loka.

It just so happened that he was also happy to use Padong's power to find some opponents to fight.

"Almost." Stella has long been accustomed to this chattering girl, and her movements have not stopped at all while talking.

"As our team grows larger, the space on this ship is already a bit insufficient, so I want to prepare in advance."

"Not enough? No way. Perona dived into the floor, rose up again, and said, "There are so many empty rooms, how can there not be enough?" ”

She had just dived down and counted, seventeen rooms, and now they only occupied seven, leaving 10 empty rooms unoccupied.

Stella shook her head with a smile, raised her face and said, "It's not about the number of rooms. ”

She remembered the scene of a group of people being swept away when everyone was eating in the restaurant, and she thought of the situation where the cargo hold was quickly bottoming out.

The young master and the other two people are too good to eat, and almost everyone's meal is worth a hundred adults.

You know, they don't have shells, fuel or anything in their cabins, and it's basically all used to store food.

Even so, half of the food of a ship was consumed in just three days.

They needed a bigger boat, more space to stock up on food.

She didn't say it.

"Didn't you notice? Every time we got together for dinner, the lone whale was pitifully nested at the door, and it wanted to join in. ”

Stella looked back at the wooden door, which was less than two meters wide, and said, "But this ship is too small to fit it." ”

"That's true." Perona also liked the shy griffin.

She leaned back at the table, stared at the drawing, looked left and right, and said, "This drawing doesn't look like a ship!" ”

"It's kind of... Like..."

"A yard?" Stella said it directly.

Stella put her hands on her lower abdomen, stood up straight, and smiled: "In the words of the young master, this kind of courtyard is called a 'courtyard house'. ”

Perona raised her head: "Hehehe... This guy designed it? ”

I said how could it be so weird.

How can a ship be designed to be round?

Even if Perona didn't know how to build ships, she knew that ships were built from keels, and each ship was more than twice as long as it was wide.

"Not really." Stella shook her head, her tone calm, not the slightest impatient.

"When the young master was young, he thought about changing the castle he lived in to look like this. But for some reason, I gave up later. ”

"I thought, if it were now, it wouldn't be like that again."

Perona: "Why did you give up?" Isn't there enough money? No, according to that guy's identity, it is impossible to be short of money. emmmm......”

Stella looked at the other party's tangled look of deep contemplation, and didn't explain anything.

Why did you give up?

The reason is simple, it's too cold.

After Miss Joan of Arc left, the only person in the castle who could talk to the young master was herself.

But she eats and sleeps with the young master every day, so she can't use that yard.

Now... There is no such concern.

"Is there anything you need to explain about Miss Perona's compound?" Stella didn't want to dwell on the subject.

Perona really forgot about this stubble, and said in surprise: "Can you still make a request?" Are you going to build a large island ship like the Terror Three-Mag? ”

"I'm sorry Miss Perona, but the oversized ship does not meet the requirements of this voyage, and may disappoint you."

Stella picked up the drawing, pointed at it with a pencil and said, "Although the size of the new ship will not be too large, it will also leave each crew member with a cabin and backyard of their own." ”

"However, there may be more members in the future, so each hut is a double-storey structure, and two people can share a house."

"That's fine, that's fine." Perona was not so disappointed, and said with great interest: "I want a backlit room, preferably in the corner, the sound insulation must be good, and there is ......"

Stella nodded slightly, noting them down one by one.

Backlit, damp, quiet room, Loka laughed at her for being a slug, and she was right.

Stella kept her mind silent and said, "Also, I hope Miss Perona can do me a favor tomorrow." ”

“？ Just say. Perona slapped her unremarkable chest.

"Because your spirit is very handy, I hope to help me gather other people's thoughts about the room. Of course, the young master and Miss Joan of Arc don't need it.