[3 years later]
Boom!!
Amidst a vast chamber littered with rocks and swirling dust, an impeccably poised young man commanded attention. Isaac, his gaze cold and mysterious, surveyed his surroundings.
Four years had elapsed since his enlistment in the Navy, and within this span of time, he had undergone a series of remarkable transformations. His physique had grown more formidable, his stature now reaching an impressive 1.95 meters.
"Huff, it remains a daunting challenge," Isaac muttered, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. He knew he required more time to complete his arduous training. With firm, resolute footsteps, he departed the room, the black robe emblazoned with the stark white letters "Navy" billowing in his wake.
As he exited, his gaze lingered on the iron pillars, remnants of a once-vibrant training ground. Once standing tall and supporting a legion of stone training dolls, they now stood crooked and broken, reduced to scattered rubble and twisted remnants.
"I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of trouble. I've completely messed up the training room. I hope I don't receive too much reprimand from the branch commander." It had been a year since Isaac transitioned from using the mountains as his training ground to utilizing the specialized training rooms.
Once soldiers reached the rank of Warrant Officer, they were granted the privilege of booking a room using the sea stars they possessed. These training rooms provided Isaac with a comfortable and secluded space where he could freely engage in his training without prying eyes.
These three years brought numerous developments and challenges for Isaac. After his return from his initial mission and subsequent promotion to the rank of Seaman Recruit, he found himself assigned to various tasks that earned him sea stars.
It was during this time that he also seized opportunities to plunder pirates and confront strong opponents, putting his acquired techniques to the test.
In his first year, Isaac prioritized rapid advancement in rank. With unwavering determination, he successfully ascended to the rank of Ensign within just two years. The sea stars and wealth he accumulated were invested in enhancing his strength.
His diet consisted primarily of the meat of sea monsters, providing him with the necessary nourishment for his rigorous training regimen. Additionally, he acquired additional weights to further challenge his body and foster greater physical prowess.
By the end of the first year, Isaac had reached a remarkable weight of 1000 kilograms. Such a burden became second nature to him, enabling him to surpass the swiftness of several officers even while carrying this immense load.
In the following year, he pushed his limits further and achieved an astonishing weight of 3 tons. Yet, he persisted in training with these weights, gradually transforming his body until the weight belt he wore appeared as ordinary clothing.
At present, he can comfortably lift 4 tons of weight, though he still experiences a slight sense of heaviness. However, with another month of perseverance, he anticipates complete acclimation to this remarkable strength.
' I find myself trapped in a predicament. I've reached the limit of the weight belt, which can only withstand 3 tons of pressure, yet I continue but I am pressing on it just to push myself in training.
I've heard rumors from the department head that there are belts capable of supporting up to 6 tons, but they are located at the headquarters. Should I venture on a mission there to steal one? No, that's a foolish notion.
Let me focus on mastering the tools I currently possess and leave tomorrow's challenges for tomorrow. ' Isaac retrieved a medium-sized book from his pocket, containing his meticulously recorded knowledge of the Rokushiki arts. It has been a long and arduous journey, but at last, Isaac has obtained what he desired.
Two days ago, Isaac achieved the prestigious rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, marking a significant milestone in his naval career. Today, he set out on a mission to acquire the coveted Rokushiki Technique Book.
From this rank onwards, Isaac's advancement is closely tied to his mastery of combat skills. In order to progress further, he must demonstrate proficiency in at least two Rokushiki arts. The Navy boasted a private library teeming with martial arts manuscripts, though access to these resources was contingent upon one's rank.
Despite his relatively low rank, Isaac managed to secure several books on martial arts and swordsmanship, allowing him to diligently enhance his combat prowess over the course of three years.
In Isaac's eyes, his current swordsmanship abilities rival or even surpass those of Zoro during his time in the East Blue, despite fencing not being his primary focus.
' After four arduous years of relentless effort, I will finally be able to depart from this place once I master these techniques. The monotony of my current surroundings has started to wear on me, yet despite my longing for something new, I still struggle with learning Haki.
While I possess a basic understanding of Hardening Haki, I yearn for even the slightest guidance to further refine my skills.'
Throughout the past three years, Isaac's life has been anything but mundane. Amidst his rigorous training, he encountered numerous notable events. When he reached the weight limit of 1000 kilograms, he discovered that obtaining additional weights from the store was prohibited.
Undeterred, he resorted to pilfering them. Additionally, under the guise of taking a vacation, he discreetly ventured out of the headquarters and single-handedly decimated the infamous pirate crew known as the Crimson Chameleon. Now, he possesses the authority to command an entire ship, along with its loyal crew.
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[ after an hour ]
As Isaac sat in the food canteen, savoring a rare and exquisite meal of Sea King meat, he couldn't help but marvel at its unique properties. This delicacy, reserved for special occasions, required a substantial number of stars to obtain. If he lacked the necessary stars, Isaac would dip into his personal funds to indulge in this extraordinary feast.
The meat's worth was undeniable, for with each bite, Isaac felt a surge of vitality coursing through his body. It was as if a single morsel provided sustenance equivalent to a week's worth of ordinary food.
However, there was something peculiar that Isaac noticed since consuming this meat half a year ago—his height was 1.65 m had experienced a significant growth spurt. In just six months, his stature had increased by approximately 30 centimeters.
"Does sea king meat make people taller, or am I a special case?" Isaac couldn't help but ponder this guess.
"Captain, it's an emergency." A Marine came sprinting towards Isaac, his face covered in sweat.
Chewing! Chewing!
Although Isaac heard the man's urgent call, he didn't pay much attention to him. After all, this individual was his deputy. When Isaac obtained his own ship, he recruited a haphazard group of individuals, paying little regard to their experience. Most seasoned sailors had already joined other crews, leaving only Isaac behind.
These fools were meant to fill out his crew, and initially, many of them had hesitated to join due to his young age. However, a few well-placed slaps had quickly garnered their respect.
After finishing his meal and feeling a sense of contentment, Isaac turned his attention towards the Marine who had been standing nearby. He gestured for the Marine to speak.
"Sir, we've received an urgent distress call from nearby vessels. They've been attacked by pirates. Captain Joffrey's ship has sustained significant damage, while Captain Hattori's ship is still engaged in direct combat with them." The Marine's voice was soft and calm, but there was an underlying fear among the crew members, knowing the nature of their captain.
They are well aware that behind those calm and composed eyes lies a bloodthirsty wolf, one that has inflicted torment upon them ever since they stepped foot on his ship. Over the course of three grueling months, they have endured punishments, battled pirates, and chased down bandits on the islands where they sought respite.
All of this, despite it not being their designated duty. Their days are filled with hunting and selling sea monsters and giant fish, solely for Isaac's personal gain. To him, they are not followers, but mere cogs in a machine, existing solely to serve his needs.
"Is that all?" Isaac's voice carried a cold detachment as he dismissed the news. The truth was, he had little interest in Hattori's predicament. Hattori had recently attained the rank of Ensign and had the authority to command his own ship.
While Isaac and Hattori maintained a cordial relationship, Isaac had no intention of intervening in his battles. Hattori had a penchant for seeking fights, willingly engaging with formidable opponents throughout these three years. There was even a time when he dared to challenge the head of their branch, but it ended in his defeat and he faced severe consequences as a result.
"No, Mr. Isaac," the Marine persisted, "it seems they are facing the Crimson Chameleon personally this time, and we are commanded to go and provide them with support.
The higher authorities believe that this pirate must be eliminated before he inflicts further harm on civilians." the Crimson Chameleon had gained notoriety in recent years, and his devil fruit ability.
It was a Zoan devil fruit, known as Kamereon Kamereon no Mi Model: Furcifer pardalis, had propelled his bounty to a staggering 150 million.
"Didn't this imbecile go to the Grand Line, why is he here?" Isaac muttered to himself, a dark glint in his eyes. "But it doesn't matter now. Prepare a second-generation ship immediately. We need to reach them swiftly.
It's time to claim our share of the spoils." With a wicked grin, Isaac made his way towards the port, his mind consumed by visions of the treasures he would acquire.
"I think we are going to die, how fortunate we are to have the pleasure of sailing under the command of this brilliant captain," the naval officer remarked sarcastically, his sighs and tears serving as a testament to the immense joy and excitement he felt in his heart.
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