Loguetown...
At the entrance of the Navy Base...
"Sigh..." White Ghost let out a long sigh.
Why did he act so grand back then and not go with them?
Thinking back now, he wanted to punch himself.
It turned out that after he unleashed his Conqueror's Haki that day, he fainted. He couldn't help it; his body was too frail.
Later, when White Ghost woke up, Vice Admiral Garp asked White Ghost if he wanted to go with him back to Marineford.
White Ghost's mind was unclear at the time, and he inexplicably said, "Isn't it interesting to climb up from the bottom to see the highest scenery?"
Vice Admiral Garp said, "You have ambition," and then laughed "Haha" as he left.
White Ghost rested for two days and only now came to report to the Navy branch in Loguetown.
"Stop, kid in front! This is a Navy Base, not a place for you to play," the soldier at the entrance said, looking at White Ghost.
White Ghost: "I'm here to join the Navy."
"Ha... Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave! The Navy isn't a place for you to play house. Go home quickly!"
"Home? I have no home. My home is very far away, and I can't go back," White Ghost shook his head.
The two soldiers fell silent. Obviously, this was too normal in this world.
Another soldier said, "Kid, what's your name?"
"My name is Darth Bai Gui, and I'm 12 years old."
The two soldiers exchanged glances: "Alright, register and then follow me inside to report."
White Ghost saluted and shouted, "New recruit received!"
"Hehe," both Marines laughed.
Just like that, White Ghost successfully joined the Navy.
The Marine led White Ghost to the dormitory, "This is your room. Your future job is to clean the toilets and the corridors every day. Do you have any other questions, rookie recruit?"
Seeing that White Ghost didn't speak, the Marine continued, "Very good. Today I'll show you around the places you'll be working. Tomorrow you can start working."
The Marine led him on a tour of the Navy branch. It looked quite large. White Ghost saw Marines training.
He also saw cannons and Fire Guns, things he had never encountered in his previous life, and he found them all very strange.
The person watched White Ghost looking around without speaking.
White Ghost returned to his dormitory to rest, and when it was time, he went to the cafeteria to eat.
As a new recruit, he could only line up at the back. Everyone has a hierarchy wherever they go, and he could understand and accept that.
For the current White Ghost, the food in the cafeteria was simply delicious.
He ate the portion of two adults in one go. Others looked on and chuckled. In this world where everyone is a big eater, White Ghost wasn't too outstanding.
After eating, White Ghost consciously went to the utility room.
He picked up a mop and a bucket and started working. Although he was told to start tomorrow, he felt it was better to be proactive.
White Ghost walked all the way to the toilet door and suddenly heard a cursing voice from inside.
White Ghost went in and saw, oh, wasn't this Smoker, who was said to be unbeatable by anyone in the early stages of the Pirate world and unbeatable by anyone in the later stages, the big sucker!
Smoker also saw White Ghost coming and asked, looking at the tools in White Ghost's hand, "Are you also here to clean the toilet?"
White Ghost nodded, "Mm."
Just like that, the two began their respective tasks in silence.
While working, Smoker next to him started cursing, "I came to join the Navy to eliminate those pirates.
Why do I have to do these things? This is not what a Marine should be doing at all."
White Ghost thought to himself, "Right, neither of us even counts as a new recruit. What else can two little rookies do? Could the Navy treat us like big shots?"
He ignored him and continued to work on his own. He turned to look at him, and well, now he was the only rookie.
Looking at the white smoke emanating from his body, that should be the Natural Type Smoke Devil Fruit.
Seeing White Ghost look at him, Smoker scratched his head, "I don't know why, but it's been like this since I ate a fruit yesterday."
(I don't know how Smoker's Devil Fruit came about, so I can only set it this way.)
White Ghost's eyes showed envy: "This is a Devil Fruit, a secret treasure of the sea.
It can also be said to be a curse of the sea. As long as you eat it, you can gain all sorts of incredible abilities. The drawback is also being abandoned by the sea and unable to swim."
Seeing his surprised look, White Ghost said nothing more.
He continued to work diligently until evening, when he finally finished and walked to the cafeteria to eat.
In the evening, taking advantage of his free time, White Ghost ran alone on the training ground.
White Ghost knew that this body needed to be slowly conditioned, otherwise, it would be overwhelmed by too much at once. He could only take it slow.
Smoker watched White Ghost running there, and without speaking, he quietly followed White Ghost and started running. The two of them just kept running.
Upstairs, the Base Commander of the branch watched White Ghost.
"Is this the fellow who came in today?"
The adjutant next to him replied, "Yes, Base Commander."
"I heard Vice Admiral Garp took a liking to him and wants him to receive special care. How old is he to be noticed already? Then he'll be a big shot in the future."
The Base Commander sneered.
"How was his performance today?" the Base Commander asked indifferently.
"Reporting, sir, Darth Bai Gui accepted all arrangements very honestly. He was originally supposed to start working tomorrow, but he voluntarily started doing things today."
The adjutant replied.
The Base Commander said expressionlessly, "Heh, then so be it. No need to give him any special care. Just arrange it as is.
If he's a good-for-nothing, then ignore him. Let those big shots above consider it themselves."
"Yes, sir!"
On the training ground, both of them were now drenched in sweat from exhaustion.
Smoker looked at him: "You can't run anymore? I think I can run a bit more."
"My body is too weak and needs to be slowly conditioned back. I can't do intense exercise at first," White Ghost replied, panting heavily.
Smoker looked at White Ghost's frail little body and shook his head.
Over the next year, White Ghost continued to work and train like this.
It was strange, but White Ghost's body would always be fine after training and then sleeping. Nothing seemed to bother him.
After each workout, he would eat a big meal and feel especially refreshed.
After White Ghost discovered this, he started increasing his workload every day, a little bit each day.
Whenever he felt like he couldn't go on, he would silently tell himself that here, the one with the biggest fist calls the shots.
After this year, his body gradually transformed from its initial frail state to its current strong one.
On the training ground in the early morning, White Ghost was doing push-ups: 1997, 1998, 1999.
Bare-chested and sweating profusely, White Ghost continued to do sit-ups.
After completing a set, White Ghost walked to the side, picked up a cannon barrel from the ground, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and continued running.
The Marine personnel in the Base no longer had the mocking expressions they initially had.
At first, this guy would run just a little and be out of breath, unable to do basic exercises like push-ups and sit-ups.
Initially, everyone laughed and said they didn't think he would last, but gradually they stopped laughing. They could see him increasing his training almost every day.
At first, he carried wood while running, then gradually cannon barrels, and then abandoned small boats.
They watched this guy grow little by little. Seeing him carry a cannon barrel and move swiftly, everyone nearby was impressed, after all, in this world, strength is respected.
As White Ghost finished his training, he stood there breathing heavily: "Phew, I ran 5 more laps today than yesterday."
White Ghost clenched his fists tightly: "Getting stronger every day, just a little bit every day, this feeling is so exhilarating!"
White Ghost punched a rock.
With a "crack," the rock immediately split open.
"Awesome!"
White Ghost is now 13 years old, 1.6 meters tall, with taut muscles all over his body, dark yellow skin, and a face that is the enduring type. Phew, he is very satisfied with his current physique.
Walking on the way to the cafeteria, White Ghost was thinking.
It turned out that this body not only had innate Life Return but also excellent comprehension, simply put, super understanding.
In this year, he and Smoker no longer had to be miscellaneous soldiers. They had more time to arrange their own schedules, to study writing and various other things.
Later, when he opened the booklet that Dragon had left, he was surprised to find that it contained the training methods for the Six Styles, with his own annotations added.
In the latter half of the year, White Ghost also slowly learned the Six Styles and gradually got the hang of them.
By now, it could be said that he had mastered all of them: Shave, Iron Body, Finger Pistol, Moonwalk, Tempest Kick, and Paper Art. Currently, he still couldn't use them all skillfully in combination.
White Ghost rubbed his head and walked into the cafeteria.
"Hey White Ghost, is it still 10 servings today?" the cafeteria uncle said with a smile.
White Ghost nodded: "Thank you, uncle."
"Haha, you're always so polite. Where's that little guy who's with you?" the cafeteria uncle asked while serving food.
Smoker, relying on his Natural Type ability, didn't really care about physical training anymore. He was focused on developing his abilities. White Ghost had told him twice, but he wouldn't listen, so he just let him be.
He'll know when he suffers later. White Ghost can't beat him without Haki right now, but he can exhaust him to death.
White Ghost was eating when suddenly the emergency assembly bell rang. He immediately ran quickly to the parade ground to assemble.
Over this past year, White Ghost and Smoker had participated in several battles, so they were both used to such situations.
After assembly, the leader shouted, "We've received news that pirates are causing trouble at the port. All personnel, depart!"
"Yes, sir!"
Over the past year, the number of pirates had surged, and the Marines in Loguetown had no choice. As long as they didn't cause trouble, most of them would turn a blind eye and let it pass.
A group of people ran to the port, and White Ghost's gaze fell upon the pirate ship's flag.
A great treasure sword stuck in a skull. Is this the great treasure sword Pirate Crew?
"Hahahaha, little ones, after we rob these goods, we'll set off for the Grand Line.
When we find the great treasure, I'll be the Pirate King, hahahaha!" A big guy stood there laughing uncontrollably.
White Ghost recognized him: Madman Lavis, a guy with a bounty of 12 million Berries, a ruthless killer who had even massacred villages.
Fire! "Bang, bang, bang!"
The moment they opened fire, White Ghost charged forward at an extremely fast speed.
Smoker, behind White Ghost, took down five or six pirates with a White Snake.
White Ghost charged directly in front of Madman Lavis and punched him.
The Madman was startled and hastily raised the great sword in his hand to block.
With a "bang."
"Hmm? This sword is good." White Ghost was a little surprised.
"Hahaha, you little kid, you think you can defeat me? Dream on!" Saying that, he raised his sword and chopped vertically towards White Ghost.
"Shave!" White Ghost flashed behind the Madman.
"Finger Pistol!"
"Ah!!"
"Damn kid, I'm going to kill you!" The Madman had no sword techniques, just wildly hacking and slashing at White Ghost.
White Ghost dodged left and right, seized an opportunity, and punched him on the wrist. The great sword dropped to the ground.
White Ghost picked up the great sword and weighed it. Not bad, quite suitable for him.
The Madman opposite him clutched his hand, his face contorted as he looked at him: "You're looking for death!" Saying that, he reached for the Fire Gun at his waist and shot at White Ghost.
A flash of sword light, and White Ghost was already behind him.
With a "thud," the pirate Madman Lavis died.
White Ghost, holding the sword in his hand, continued to charge towards the other Xiao Louluo.
Ten minutes later, the battle was mostly over.
The captain looked at White Ghost with a complex expression, somewhat helpless: "Couldn't you have left anyone alive? You killed them all."
White Ghost looked around, "Some pirates don't need to be kept alive. They all deserve to die."
"Alright, clean up and retreat."
On the way back, White Ghost kept examining the sword in his hand. The more he looked, the more it resembled Arthur's great treasure sword from King's Glory.
It was 1.2 meters long, about half a palm wide, and weighed around 80 jin. The more he looked, the more he liked it.
No one noticed that there was a person with glasses and golden hair standing on the roof.
Watching the Marines gradually move away, that person curled his lips and said, "Interesting Marine."
