34 A ridiculous physique

While contemplating what to do, I saw a green blur approaching at high speed, and when it got close enough, I recognized who it was.

Guy, Konoha's future Blue Beast! Or was it green? Yellow? Who cares.

The point is, until now, I haven't been able to truly test my One Piece physique against anyone. He could make a good training dummy, and it's straightforward to bait him into a friendly competition.

"If I can't finish the race in ten minutes, I'll do two thousand push-ups!"

There he goes again with his reckless exercise plan. While his willingness to work hard is admirable, I always found it suspicious how he can even move the next day after doing these numbers.

Is it possible that Guy has a bloodline related to physical recovery?

Surprisingly, the idea is actually quite plausible if you think about it objectively. It's just that his family seems to have only one descendant per generation, unlike the other clans where children come out like litters.

But I won't take a genetic sample from him; who knows if I'll end up with thick eyebrows when I'm programming genes.

"Hey!"

"Is it me?" Guy keeps running while turning his head, and I see him crash into a lamppost, doubling over from the impact. How many lampposts has he destroyed in the past?

"Do you want to have a friendly taijutsu competition?" I asked him. "Let the youth burn!"

Indeed, when I said those words, he looked at me as if he had found a kindred spirit, and for a moment, I regretted my words. But I really need to test my physical abilities against someone who won't try to use genjutsu or ninjutsu on me, for a more accurate estimate of my physical strength.

We went to what I assume must be his regular practice field, judging by the damage around it, and after a brief introduction, we began exchanging blows.

I won't lie; his punches are fast, heavy, and well-placed. At first, I couldn't even defend properly since my previous experience is based on some sports from my previous life and Enel's memories. But as I increased the percentage of strength I used, Guy started taking things more seriously when we began to exchange blows more ruthlessly.

Fortunately, there was an unspoken agreement between men not to hit the family jewels.

I don't know if it's because he still hasn't mastered the Eight Gates or if he wanted to be sportsmanlike or didn't want to reveal his trump card to someone from another village, but he refrained from using the technique against me, even when I started gaining the upper hand in our exchanges.

A clarification, my increasing mastery was due to the endurance and brute strength of the One Piece body, which also belongs to an iconic character, not the fighting techniques employed.

I think I'll have to ask both Ameyuri and Pakura to help me improve my hand-to-hand combat. I simply don't have a fighting style of my own, and when you combine that with the fact that I can release electric shocks on contact, it could result in something quite formidable.

Naturally, I didn't use the powers of the Devil Fruit during the confrontation.

Three hours later, Guy was lying on the ground with a swollen face like a pig and covered in sweat, while I had only a few bruises on my body and still breathed normally. As for the bruise, it would probably disappear in a few minutes.

After helping him move and leaving him at the hospital, where, by the way, none of the staff seemed surprised to see him, I decided to find something to eat before leaving to regain some energy.

Let me tell you, Enel's body is much more ridiculous than I initially expected.

It's as if being from the world of One Piece gives you a combination of the Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines, diluted, while the standout characters get a purer bloodline with more benefits.

Just look at Kaido, Garp, or Linlin.

My endurance is at a much higher level than expected too, and although the pain from the blows was quite sharp and unpleasant at first, it took me only an hour to adapt and have my mind focused on the fight.

Could it be that, in addition to Uzumaki and Senju, there's also some Saiyan blood?

I feel like having something sweet, but I'm sweaty, and I don't want to eat an apple with my hands like this. As I walk towards the village's exit, I come across a dango stand.

Dango is eaten with a stick, and I have some money, so let's try them.

"Boss, give me six varieties!"

"Coming right up!" the boss responded.

I sat at one of the tables, and it was only then that I noticed there was someone else there; I simply didn't see her because I was looking around curiously.

That, coupled with the fact that she's quite young and therefore short. A young kunoichi judging by the headband she's wearing, around... fourteen years old? She's wearing a brown shirt, has brown eyes, and her hair is black with a bluish tint, tied in a ponytail.

But I don't like her expression. It's not that she looked sad, absentminded, or discouraged; her lifeless gaze is practically SCREAMING that she's in a severe state of depression. She doesn't even seem to be able to savor the dango she's eating in large quantities.

"Your order!" the boss approached and placed six sticks with three different colored dango balls skewered on each.

"Thanks," I paid immediately to eat in peace and leave when I felt like it, but when I handed over the money, I caught the boss's disgusted look at the girl. He didn't even bother hiding it from her, which almost made me want to give him a good shock, but I restrained myself. Let's eat first.

I picked up one of the dangos and bit into one of the balls on the outside.

...

Pretty normal. I can't say it excites me, but it's not unpleasant.

In any case, I'd say it's worth the money, and it's quite cheap.

"... like this," I heard and realized that the girl was looking at me.

"What did you say?" I leaned down to hear her better.

It's not that I really need to with Mantra, but I want to show her that I'm paying attention.

"Dango isn't eaten like that," she repeated after hesitating for a moment.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her intrigued because I didn't know there was a specific way to eat dango, or if she's making it up. Anyway, it seems like she needs some positive attention, and I'm in a good mood after finding out more about my body.

"How should you eat it?"