Chapter 4: Crafting the God Elephant Suppression Technique

Garp grinned broadly, saying, "You're a smart one, Sengoku. Given my grandson's contribution, making him a Vice Admiral wouldn't be too much."

Turning to Chiba, he continued, "Rear Admiral, kid. How does that sound? If you're not satisfied, let's leave."

Chiba smiled calmly. "The rank doesn't matter much to me. Rear Admiral or Vice Admiral, it's all the same. I leave it to the marshal's discretion."

Garp laughed heartily and gave Chiba a firm pat on the shoulder. "Just like my grandson! You've got a bit of your grandpa's spirit in you."

Sengoku's expression twitched as he glanced at Garp. As expected, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Alright, then. I'll make it official: Rear Admiral it is. If it were for Vice Admiral, I couldn't make that decision alone," Sengoku said. "But to compensate you, is there anything else you'd like? If it's within my power, I'll grant it."

"Thank you, Marshal. In that case, I'd like access to the physical data of the strongest physique masters in the world, as well as their training methods. I want to develop a method that will allow ordinary Marines to enhance their physical strength rapidly."

"Done," Sengoku agreed, a smile spreading across his face as he anticipated the results. Such a brilliant researcher was more valuable than any of the three Marine Admirals.

"Is there anything else, Chiba?" Sengoku asked, genuinely interested.

"No, that's all."

Sengoku was visibly pleased. This young man is stable, intelligent beyond his years, and wholly dedicated to the strength of the Marines. And he's not asking for anything for himself—remarkable.

"No, no, you must ask for something else," Sengoku insisted. "If you don't, Grandpa Sengoku here will feel guilty."

Sengoku subtly shifted from calling himself 'marshal' to 'grandpa,' closing the distance between them. Garp noticed this immediately, a grin spreading across his face. See, even Sengoku wants to recognize my grandson. The boy is truly outstanding.

Chiba, understanding Sengoku's intention, smiled. "Grandpa Sengoku, my greatest passion is research. The best gift you could give me is all the resources necessary to pursue it."

Sengoku's face lit up when he heard Chiba call him 'grandpa.' Laughing, he responded, "My good grandson, rest assured. I'll personally see to it that you receive all the data on the strongest individuals in the world."

With that, the vast machinery of the Marine organization began to work at full throttle. Reports and documents detailing the physical conditioning of renowned warriors from across the seas flooded Marine Headquarters and made their way to Chiba's laboratory aboard a battleship.

The Chiba Research Office, which had initially been a small room staffed by only three people, was transformed into a massive facility accommodating 300 researchers. These personnel, handpicked by Chiba, were among the best. Most of them had already trained in Haki using Chiba's new method, making significant progress.

Their admiration and curiosity for Chiba grew, and they were motivated to see what breakthroughs he would achieve next.

Meanwhile, the office's security was assigned to none other than Colonel Hina, one of the Marine Headquarters' most skilled officers, who was also tasked with managing Chiba's daily needs.

Chiba was quite pleased with this arrangement. Hina, with her striking looks and impeccable figure, was known as one of the cold beauties of Marine Headquarters. Countless colonels and rear admirals had pursued her, but she paid them no attention, focusing solely on her training. Her dedication was why she was on track to be promoted to Rear Admiral within two years.

Having such a stunning woman nearby, even if she's not interested in me, makes for pleasant company during downtime, Chiba thought.

However, there was one issue—the smell of her cigarettes.

In Chiba's office, he admonished, "I've already told you—no smoking in my office. I can't stand the smell."

Hina extinguished her cigarette with a sigh. "How rude of me. Hina will correct this." She looked at him teasingly. "But you know, a cute man like you who doesn't smoke—there's something unmanly about it. Hina is a little disappointed."

Chiba's mouth twitched in annoyance, but he ignored her.

On his desk, stacks of files towered high. He casually picked one up.

Dracule Mihawk.

As he opened the file, Chiba found an exhaustive dossier on the world's greatest swordsman, covering everything from his infancy to his current physical and swordsmanship status. Each section was meticulously detailed.

Sengoku had indeed mobilized significant resources, gathering data on the most famous individuals from various eras. Files on legends such as Roger, the Golden Lion, Whitebeard, Garp, Sengoku, Kaido, and other formidable fighters filled Chiba's desk.

Time flew by, and three months passed in a blur.

One evening, just as the sun set, the system notification rang in Chiba's mind.

[Through your in-depth analysis of the physiques and training methods of a thousand of the world's strongest individuals, you have gained an epiphany. You have comprehended the 'God Elephant Suppression Technique.']

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:

• 𝘽𝙤𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪

• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮

• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟯𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!

👉 𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙬: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧