Chapter 5

"What!? You said... You have learned the Marine Six Styles!?" Garp's face was filled with disbelief upon hearing Mu Feng's words. Despite knowing that Mu Feng possessed incredible talent, it was hard for Garp to believe that he had mastered the Marine Six Styles just by watching it once.

This seemed like a fantasy, something completely out of the realm of possibility.

Mu Feng didn't waste time on explanations. He swiftly demonstrated his skills, using the Shave technique to disappear and reappear several meters away in an instant.

"This is... Shave!?" Garp muttered, his eyes widening in surprise.

It was evident to Garp that Mu Feng had just learned the technique, as there was a clear distinction between a beginner and a master. Garp, who had spent decades immersed in the Marine Six Styles, couldn't help but feel astonished that Mu Feng had grasped it so quickly. It seemed as though Mu Feng had watched himself use the Marine Six Styles once and completely mastered it.

This surpassed mere genius; it was the mark of an extraordinary individual, a peerless prodigy.

Seeing Garp's silence, Mu Feng assumed that Garp still didn't believe him. So, he proceeded to showcase his skills, one after another, including Finger Pistol, Iron Body, Moonwalk, Tempest Kick, and Paper Arts.

"Old man... Do you believe me now?" Mu Feng asked, looking at Garp with a blank expression.

Believe him? He had just demonstrated all the techniques... What was there not to believe?

The corners of Garp's mouth twitched, and it took him a while to respond, "Well, you have indeed learned the six poses. But you are still at a beginner level. You need to practice hard. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'll head back to the battleship for now."

Garp needed some time to process what he had witnessed. It felt like a dream, and he had to ensure that he wasn't imagining things.

............…

At the Marine Headquarters.

In the office of the Marine Marshal, Sengoku, the Buddha, was busy attending to numerous official tasks. The era of the Great Pirate Age had led to Marine's control over the seas reaching its lowest point in 800 years. "Damn Roger, even if I have to die, I won't let this world come to a halt."

"Ring... Ring... Ring..."

The incessant ringing of the Den Den Mushi irked Sengoku.

However, upon seeing the caller ID, Sengoku's irritation turned into a smile. He picked up the Den Den Mushi and exclaimed, "Garp, you old rascal. Why aren't you on vacation? What's the matter?" Sengoku was both annoyed and concerned about Garp. Marine was in turbulent times, yet Garp had applied for a vacation.

"Ahaha... Sengoku, let me tell you something. When I returned to Windmill Village, I saved a teenager from the Calm Belt," Garp began.

Before Garp could finish, Sengoku interrupted him, "You're reporting such a trivial matter to me? Do you want me to cancel your vacation!?" Sengoku's teeth itched at the thought. If Garp didn't provide a satisfactory explanation, he would definitely cancel Garp's vacation.

"Listen to me, this boy awakened Conqueror's Haki on my ship! And he's only fourteen years old," Garp casually remarked.

Sengoku, upon hearing this, abruptly stood up from his chair.

"Old rascal, are you sure about that!?" Sengoku was well aware of the significance of awakening Conqueror's Haki at the age of fourteen.

It surpassed the potential of a Marine Admiral!

"How is that possible!? How could he possess Conqueror's Haki!? And... I taught him the Marine Six Styles. Did you know? I merely demonstrated it once, and he learned all of it," Garp's voice was filled with astonishment.

"What... How is that even possible!?" Sengoku blurted out instinctively.

Conqueror's Haki could be explained by innate talent, but the Marine Six Styles, a physical technique that pushed the limits of the human body, being learned so effortlessly after just one viewing? It was a technique that had eluded many for years.

However, Sengoku knew that Garp wouldn't joke about something like this.

Taking a deep breath, Sengoku's expression turned serious. This kind of prodigy... Marine had to recruit him, or else he would become a calamity if allowed to grow into a pirate. Even if it meant destroying him, he couldn't let such an individual slip away.

"Garp, what's the boy's name?!"

"Ah... His name is Mu Feng," Garp replied. "Monkey... Monkey D. Mu Feng."

"What!?" Sengoku was taken aback. "He's from your family!?"

"No, I'm just an orphan, but I've taken him in as my grandson. Don't worry, Sengoku. I will train him to be the finest Marine."

With that, Garp abruptly ended the call. Hearing Garp's words, Sengoku couldn't help but feel a sense of pain. Dragon, you said the same thing. Look at how that turned out! Cultivating the world's number one criminal. However, Sengoku chose not to dwell on that matter, for Garp, who had dedicated his life to the Marine, no one felt more remorse over the situation than him.

Following this incident, Garp's training for Mu Feng became even more rigorous. Mornings were spent with physical training alongside Luffy and Ace. Afternoons were dedicated to one-on-one combat training with Garp, who carefully controlled his strength to match Mu Feng's level.

Yet, Garp still managed to overpower Mu Feng.

Half a year swiftly passed, and Garp's vacation came to an end. He returned to the Marine Headquarters, but he didn't bring Mu Feng along. According to Garp, Mu Feng's strength was still too immature. If he were to face the pirates of the New World, he would be easily defeated.

Mu Feng couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp. This old rascal... He was treating him like cannon fodder by throwing him into the treacherous second half of the Grand Line.

And so, Mu Feng continued to live in Windmill Village, obediently waiting for his time to join the Marines.