Boom!
The sea on the back of Hachinosu Island was forcibly split in two by a shockwave.
Hitler stood on the shore, breathing slightly, maintaining his punching posture, watching the sea slowly close in the middle.
Rumble!
A thunderous sound exploded, and the collision of the seawater stirred up huge waves.
After adjusting his breath, Hitler clenched his fist again to gather strength.
Dark Armament Haki wrapped around his fist and wrist, followed by black and red lightning.
Exhaling and letting out a low shout, Hitler threw a straight punch.
The immense Haki merged with the power of his punch, transforming into a shockwave that directly pierced through the waves, splitting the sea, which had only just closed, once again.
One punch, another punch, and another punch...
Hitler couldn't actually guarantee that he would unleash Haoshoku every time, as he had only just mastered it, and his proficiency was not yet sufficient.
So he needed to practice again and again to improve his proficiency as quickly as possible.
Fortunately.
Perhaps because he was a Little Talented, Hitler 's Haki was almost inexhaustible.
He threw punch after punch, unleashing Haoshoku, feeling no mental fatigue, only a noticeable drop in physical stamina.
However, he could replenish his physical stamina through food, or by using his ability to drain the life force of pirates across the island.
Therefore, although his Haoshoku training was occasionally interrupted, Hitler actually continued to practice for three days and three nights straight.
"What a little monster!"
Rocks appeared from the direction of the frozen laboratory; he had gone to check on the frozen giants again.
Only after leaving the laboratory and seeing that Hitler had not stopped practicing, he couldn't help but complain.
It was truly the first time he had sincerely called someone a monster.
"Hey! Brat!"
Rocks shouted at Hitler .
"Roger and his crew decided to leave the day after tomorrow, you can stop now and adjust your condition To Your Peak State!"
Hearing this, Hitler , after throwing one more punch, finally stopped and turned his head to confirm with Rocks.
"Roger and his crew are leaving the day after tomorrow?"
"Ah~ Didn't you arrange a fight with Roger before? He asked me to inform you that if you don't fight, he's planning to leave tomorrow."
"Oi Oi Oi ! Who said I wouldn't fight!"
Hitler was in high spirits, ignoring Rocks, and quickly walked towards the kitchen on Hachinosu Island.
After a hearty meal, he cleaned himself and fell asleep.
When Hitler woke up again, it was already the morning of the day after tomorrow.
His eyes opened, and in his arms was a soft, warm, and smooth body.
Gloriosa let out a soft moan, and Hitler twisted, pressing her beneath him.
"Hitler !! Don't you have a duel with Roger today?"
"That's right! So I need to relax before the fight!"
...Outside the door.
Stussy, who had deliberately passed by here countless times, paused.
Once again, she heard the familiar sounds she had heard so many times before.
Her White teeth gently bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes filled with hesitation and uncertainty.
She tentatively reached for the doorknob, but withdrew her hand like lightning the moment she touched it.
"No... I can't... I'm not like Gloriosa..."
With one hand on her forehead, Stussy told herself internally: "I'm not that kind of promiscuous woman!"
However, as soon as that thought settled in her mind, images of Whitebeard rejecting her countless times instantly flashed through her head.
She was also a woman!
Or rather, she was human after all!
After being a 'lickspittle' for so long, constantly receiving no response, even the deepest feelings would fade.
What's more, Stussy also had her own pride.
What exactly was she inferior to Shakky in?!
Why could Whitebeard like Shakky but not her?!
As she thought, Hitler 's longing gaze, which he had once directed at her, flashed through her mind again.
Although Hitler 's initial intention might have simply been to toy with her body, after such a long time of living together day and night, she had come to understand Hitler quite well.
This kid, although his ability was terrible and his personality was very lecherous, he was genuinely good to women.
Gloriosa, before coming to Hachinosu Island, could be said to have never even met Hitler .
She was even a trophy Hitler won after she was defeated by him.
In Stussy's impression, Gloriosa, having gone through such an encounter, would only become a slave, not treated as a human being at all, except to help Hitler vent his desires.
Yet, in these past two years, Hitler and Gloriosa had lived a life even happier than most married couples.
As long as the request wasn't unreasonable, Hitler would basically satisfy Gloriosa, and even when Gloriosa suffered grievances from Roger, Hitler would immediately stand up for her without a second thought.
Whether he could win or not was another matter; at least, Hitler showed the responsibility of a man.
To be honest, Stussy was indeed envious.
She also longed for a man who could cherish her like that!
One must know, she was already 36 years old this year!
How many more years could she maintain this appearance and figure?
Pursing her lips into a bitter smile, Stussy left somewhat dejectedly.
She wanted to drink, she wanted to get completely drunk...
Inside the room.
Gloriosa's eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.
"She left again..."
Turning her head, she looked at the young face so close to her.
"Aren't you going to reel her in yet?"
"I'm not in a hurry, why are you!"
Hitler lowered his head, forcibly sealing Gloriosa's red lips, which still wanted to speak...
An hour passed quickly.
Hitler , having simply released himself, wasn't actually fully satisfied.
But this was just right now.
Because he held expectations for what was to come, his desire for victory in battle would also be stronger.
After all, this was a world where superstition could become reality.
As long as one's belief was strong enough, no miracle was impossible to achieve.
Coming to the kitchen, he quickly filled his stomach with a hearty meal.
Hitler didn't see Stussy there, knowing that she had most likely run off to Shakky's place.
Arriving at Shakky's Rip-Off Bar, he indeed saw her sitting in a corner of the bar, drinking alone.
"Yo! Hitler , you're finally here!"
Roger's call made Hitler put away his jumbled thoughts, and he looked at Roger, who was already drinking early in the morning.
"Are you ready?"
"Of course! I'm ready anytime!"
Roger raised the glass in his hand.
"Before we fight, how about a drink together?"
Hitler wanted to refuse, but the moment he lifted his foot, he felt he should agree.
So he took a glass of whiskey from Shakky, clinked it with Roger, and downed it in one go.
Roger also gulped down all the liquor in his glass.
"Yosh! The final preparations are complete! Let's go out and fight!"
Roger rose from his seat, leading a boisterous group of his subordinates out of the bar.
Hitler watched their retreating figures, then turned to glance at Shakky behind the bar.
"Has Rayleigh not appeared these past few days?"
The latter froze slightly, her eyes dimming.
Although there was no answer, it spoke volumes.
"What a coward."
Hitler mocked him again, then casually said: "How about considering giving up on Rayleigh and becoming my woman..."
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