In the following days, Bob devoted all his energy to controlling his own strength.
If this issue wasn't resolved, Bob could be considered a walking bomb.
No, that term couldn't even describe Bob current situation.
Wherever his hand touched, things would shatter.
Even the most basic daily activities became problematic.
During these days, even eating had to be done by Whitebeard personally feeding him. There was no other way; if he tried to hold utensils, the food would just fall to the ground.
During this period, Bob experienced a life where clothes were handed to him and food was brought to his mouth.
Today, Bob was sitting on the edge of the deck, holding a fishing rod, trying to catch fish.
His eyes were fixed on the float on the water's surface.
After living a few days like a disabled person, Bob could now basically control his strength.
Although he hadn't returned to his previous state, at least things wouldn't shatter at his touch.
At the very least, he could now eat and drink without any issues.
"Bob, how are you feeling today?"
Whitebeard approached Bob, who was fishing, and asked as he walked up to him.
"No problem now, see? I can hold the fishing rod just fine!"
Bob turned his head and replied. This was already the thirteenth fishing rod he had used.
"Gurararara! That's good to hear. You know, feeding you these past few days..."
"The crew has been looking at me differently! Finally, I don't have to do that anymore!"
Whitebeard laughed heartily upon hearing Bob words.
He didn't know what had happened to Bob, why everything he touched would break.
But what he did know was that during these days, a saying had been circulating on the ship:
"Watching Whitebeard Tremor-Tremor Fruit ability is just for fun; the real expert is Bob."
But now that Bob was back to normal, that was all that mattered!
"Hey, I've got a bite!"
Bob saw the float sink and immediately lifted the rod. A large fish, nearly twenty pounds, appeared before him.
Then, after a graceful arc in the air, it disappeared from Whitebeard sight with a "splash!"
The sound of the fish hitting the water echoed.
This fish probably never expected to experience the sensation of flying through the air and still survive.
"Hmm, it seems I still need more practice."
Bob shook his head as he watched the fish soar through the air before plunging into the sea.
This was Bob daily training method—using fishing to practice controlling his strength.
At that moment, a seagull delivering newspapers flew past the ship.
Whitebeard tossed a few Berries at it, and the seagull dropped a newspaper.
Whitebeard found a chair, lay down comfortably, and began reading the newspaper with a relaxed expression.
Bob fishing rod had snapped again, and he no longer felt like fishing.
He turned around, fetched two barrels of wine from his room, found a chair, and sat down beside Whitebeard.
"This is some high-quality wine I bought at a great price. The stuff on the Rocks ship can't compare!"
Bob handed a barrel of wine to Whitebeard and spoke.
However, Whitebeard seemed completely unresponsive, as if he was entirely absorbed in the contents of the newspaper.
This made Bob pause in surprise.
Whitebeard was a man who loved his wine! How could he not react to this barrel of strong liquor?
What exactly is in this newspaper that's so captivating?
Whitebeard muttered to himself, "That Roger guy really doesn't disappoint! Just arrived in the New World and already has a bounty of 1.5 billion Berries, tsk tsk tsk!"
As soon as Whitebeard finished speaking, Bob dropped the barrel of wine he was holding and snatched the newspaper.
It was fortunate that Bob acted this way; if it had been someone else, Whitebeard fist, imbued with the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, would have already struck.
"Bob, do you know God D. Roger? Why are you so excited?"
Hearing this, Bob was momentarily stunned, then replied.
"No, I don't know him personally, but I've heard of his name. It's said that people with the initial 'D' in their names are extraordinary, just like me and our captain, Rocks D. Xebec."
"Moreover, I've heard some rumors about him before! That's why I got a bit excited when I heard the name!" Bob made an excuse.
He certainly couldn't say that he not only knew Roger but also knew all about his life and death.
Looking at Roger photo in the poster, Bob was filled with emotion.
Roger has appeared, so the Valley of the Gods is bound to come.
I wonder what kind of miraculous chemical reaction will occur with my presence as a variable.
Whitebeard crossed his arms and said with interest.
"Rumors? Does this 'D' have some special meaning?"
"Specifically... I'm not very clear, but it's said that in Holy Land Mary Geoise, people refer to the 'D' as the 'Natural Enemies of the Gods.' I didn't believe it at first, but then I met Rocks!"
Bob slowly explained.
Roger, Rocks, Garp, and later Dragon, Luffy, Blackbeard, and others are all members of the 'D' clan.
They are the stormy figures of the entire One Piece world, influencing the changes in the world's situation.
"Natural Enemies of the Gods? No wonder this guy is so strong! Just arrived in the New World and already has a bounty of 1.5 billion Berries!"
Whitebeard frowned slightly, pondering something.
"Oh--"
"So it seems you knew Roger before!"
Bob knew that Roger and Whitebeard had a good personal relationship, but he didn't know how they met, so he couldn't help but ask.
"I briefly crossed paths with him in the first half of the Grand Line!"
Whitebeard glanced at Bob and explained.
Hearing this, Bob raised an eyebrow, surprised that these two had known each other so early and even fought.
"I didn't know you had such an experience. What was the outcome?"
Bob was curious about the result of their fight—one was the future Pirate King, and the other was the strongest man.
"It was a draw!"
Whitebeard picked up the barrel of wine and gulped it down.
Hearing Whitebeard words, Bob smiled and didn't press further.
He picked up the strong wine that had been tossed aside earlier and drank it.
"This wine is really good, much better than the wine on this ship!"
"Of course, I told you I spent a fortune on it!"
". . ."
Meanwhile, in the captain quarters, Rocks also saw the newspaper about Roger arrival in the New World.
A mysterious smile flashed across his lips.
"Gol D. Roger, will you become an aid or an enemy in my quest to rule the world?"
In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and Bob was training in his room.
John suddenly burst in.
He shouted loudly.
"Bob, Captain Rocks is holding a meeting. Head to the conference room immediately!"
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