Voices of Plants

"Hu-hu-hu..."　　

　　Trying to regulate my breathing, the already slow pace slowed down even more.　　

　　"Hey little brother, why are you slowing down again, you are already at the end of the road, are you ready to give up?".　　

　　"Surrender yourself, bag of shit...."　　

　　Mentally cursing again, John calmed himself by selectively ignoring Kizaru's words and listening to the sounds around him.　　

　　With his excellent observation will, he could hear various sounds around him, the closest was Kizaru's sound, and judging by Kizaru's heartbeat, it looked like the boy was not tired, breathing softly, and his heartbeat was only slightly rapid.　　

　　"That pervert."　　

　　Besides Kizaru, John also heard the voices of the other recruits, and he was shocked to find that besides Kizaru and Akainu, there was someone else whose voice was calm, no worse than Kizaru and Akainu.　　

　　There were two others whose hearts were not as good as those three, but much stronger than the others.　　

　　Otherwise, everyone else was breathing very heavily, not much better than John himself.　　

　　"At this time, holding out a little longer is a win, Zephyr is watching, you must hold out."　　

　　It was clear to everyone that Zephyr was putting them to the test by forcing them to run, so no one wanted to give up on this run, which would give them extra points to the end, and eliminating one at that point was a win.　　

　　"Look, little brother, another one fell, tsk tsk, you are really tenacious, such willpower at a young age, you can definitely make a name for yourself in the future, I think highly of you, yo."

　　For a person like Kizaru, who ate the pico pico no mi, this kind of running was just a game, he was very bored and came to talk to John because he found that out of this group, John seemed the most interesting.　　

　　John did not want to pay attention to Kizara, and he did not have the strength left for this, and he continued to run.　　

　　Suddenly, he stumbled, his legs went out of control, and his entire body leaned forward.　　

　　"Hey, be careful little brother."　　

　　Seeing that John was about to fall, Borsalino, who stepped aside, suddenly grabbed John by the arm and led him at a slow run.

　　Jon stumbled into a shocked state of mind and cast a bewildered look at Kizara, surprised that he had held him back.　　

　　"Junior brother, I advise you not to be a hero either, it's quite comfortable to lie on the ground, why should you endure it."　　

　　The gratitude that just rose up in John dissipated instantly, a bag of shit, now say it, why did you just hold me up?　　

　　"What are you doing?"　　

　　A sudden scream rang out in John's ears as they saw the instructor next to Zephyr walk up to them and yell sternly.　　

　　"Nothing, nothing."　　

　　With a big smile on his face, Kizaru let go of his hand, and John straightened up and slowly moved forward.　　

　　"This little guy named John has good willpower."　　

　　Zephyr nodded with a deep sense of satisfaction as he saw the state John was in, still on the run.　　

　　"However, it won't last long."　　

　　John really couldn't hold on any longer, he felt his body begin to weaken, the slightest touch of anyone at this time and he would fall to the ground, but his strong will held him and he moved forward with all his might.　　

　　It was no longer a run, but a step-by-step movement, like an old woman of 70-80 years old.　　

　　Sakazuki, running another lap, saw that John was moving, and his cold face frowned slightly. Although this teenager was not worthy in his eyes, he was extremely impressed by the strength of his opponent's will.　　

　　Many of those still running, not just Sakazuki, were impressed with John.　　

　　But others treated him with contempt, believing that John was out of place, that he did not give his all, and was still pretending.　　

　　John, of course, did not know what others thought of him, he was in a wonderful state at the moment, and suddenly he heard countless noisy voices, not with his ears, but with his heart "heard" them.　　

　　Countless voices flooded into his mind, he had never heard such unusual voices before and could not hear what they were saying, but he felt close to them, as if they were his kindred and encouraged him.　　

　　"What is that sound? Who is this, who are you, what are you telling me?".　　

　　Noisy voices, but not repugnant to John, and after the appearance of these voices there was a strange change.　　

　　John only felt a mysterious power pouring into his body, and an icy cool breath continuously swept through his body, causing his tired and heavy body to quickly restore its strength and become unusually relaxed in an instant.　　

　　"This?"　　

　　John, who had regained his strength, was incomparably stunned when he tried to use his power, and surprisingly, the heaviness he had just felt completely disappeared and his speed rapidly increased.　　

　　"What was that just now?"　　

　　At that moment, he again heard the sound he had just heard, as if it were jubilation, but it soon faded away again.　　

　　John, who didn't understand what was going on at all, didn't dwell on it once he felt his body recover and start running again.　　

　　"Hey bro, what's wrong with you?"　　

　　Borsalino heard a voice and turned his head to look, and was shocked to see how John, who had just clearly been about to fall at any moment, suddenly ran again as if nothing had happened, and his breathing became much more even.　　

　　John gave him a sideways glance, long displeased, and snorted, "None of your business."　　

　　If anyone else were in his place, he would have been angry, but Borsalino had no such idea, he was more interested in John, what happened and how he became alive and well in an instant.　　

　　"Little brother, haven't you lost your grip? How did you suddenly come to life, what did you do?　　

　　John didn't answer because he himself didn't understand what was going on yet, so how could he answer Borsalino.　　

　　John didn't know what had happened, but someone else noticed that something had changed.　　

　　"What's happening, how did it happen?"　　

　　All the soldiers of the fleet, standing around the square, looked in shock at the edges, at those places where there was a large area of ​​greenery, but this greenery suddenly withered.　　

　　"Admiral Zephyr, people on the edge reported that many plants around were instantly withered, I wonder what happened?".　　

　　Freeman reported this to Zephyr, and this sudden change greatly shocked him, and he hurried to tell Zephyr about it.　　

　　"I heard".　　

　　Zephyr nodded, his face very serious, his eyes fixed on the running John.　　

　　"Did you see that? This boy has regained his strength, he is back in shape."　　

　　"A? What?" Freeman didn't follow Zephyr's train of thought for a moment, his face confused.　　

　　Zephyr said, "After the surrounding plants withered away, this little guy named John recovered immediately."　　

　　Freeman asked suspiciously, "Admiral Zephyr, are you saying that the wilting of these plants has something to do with that boy?"　　

　　"I don't know, but the timing is too close to arouse suspicion."　　

　　"This can't be?" Freeman still didn't quite believe it.　　

　　"Doesn't matter, we'll find out soon enough."　　

　　That John ran again also came as a shock to the rest of the recruits, they didn't think that John was just faking it, but if it wasn't, how could he be alive again in the blink of an eye.　　

　　"Yo little brother, I really underestimated you before, I didn't expect you to have some skills."　　

　　Borsalino, still in his accustomed form, plodded along behind John, unable to break away from him, whether John was picking up speed or slowing down.