Shanks please help me
The octopus's self-healing ability is amazing, and coupled with the magical effect of the healing seaweed, Meli's injuries recovered quickly.
The most surprising thing is that Meli's severed tentacles actually grew back little by little. Although that tentacle was still relatively short, it was enough to make people feel relieved.
During these few days of rest, Meli lay in the bucket, stirring the water meaninglessly with his tentacles. Ripples spread out, reflecting the confusion in his heart.
It originally thought that it had grown a lot after two years of training, but this crisis told it that if the sea kings had not come to help in time, it would not even be able to protect a ship.
Recalling the thrilling experience at that time, Meli was still frightened, and a feeling of loss surged in his heart. He was shocked to realize that he was still very weak.
What will it do if it encounters danger again next time and the sea kings cannot arrive in time?
Meli's thoughts rose and fell like waves, and familiar pictures kept emerging in his mind.
Amidst the raging wind and rain, the Merry swayed on the surging waves. "I want to become the Pirate King!" Luffy shouted. Zoro, Sanji, Nami, and Usopp also shouted out their dreams one by one. They put their feet on the wooden barrels and said, "Let's go!"
"I want to be the best swordsman in the world! I want to become stronger!" Zoro swung heavy dumbbells on the deck every day, practicing diligently and never complaining of being tired.
Various nautical maps piled up in Nami's room, and Usopp clumsily repairing the Merry... everyone is working hard for their dreams.
Those familiar figures gradually ignited a spark in Meli's heart.
No one is born a swordsman, no one is born a navigator, and no one is born fearless... No matter what you want to do, you must work hard to challenge yourself and keep learning, so that you can move towards success step by step.
Meli didn't dwell on the loss for too long. He quickly cheered up, clenched his little tentacles into a fist, and encouraged himself: Since I'm too weak now, I'll work hard to practice and become stronger!
Only by working hard to become stronger can you protect the people and things you want to protect!
Merry's body had not yet fully recovered, but after being able to move freely, it immediately crawled in front of Shanks.
Shanks put down the wine glass in his hand, smiled happily and said, "Merry, that's great, you've recovered."
"Yes." Merry stopped and asked seriously, "Mr. Shanks, I want to become stronger. Please help me."
Hearing Merry's request, Shanks' eyes widened a little, and a helpless expression appeared on his face. He felt very embarrassed for a moment.
"Merry, you..."
You really gave him a difficult problem. It's not that he doesn't want to teach, but he really doesn't know how to teach an octopus to become stronger!
The body structure of an octopus is completely different from that of a human, and it is not known whether conventional training methods are applicable.
Seeing that Shanks remained silent, Merry became extremely anxious. He even imitated what he had seen before, kneeling directly on the deck and kowtowed several times.
"Mr. Shanks, please! I really want to make myself stronger!" Although his look was a little weird, he was very serious and determined.
Shanks was startled by Merry's sudden action. When he saw Merry's serious look, his heart softened and he hurried forward to pick up Merry from the ground.
He raised his hand and rubbed the little octopus's head, agreeing repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I promise you. I was just thinking about something just now, not rejecting you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Meili's eyes, and he waved his tentacles helplessly: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true. But wait a minute, I'll think about what I should teach you."
"No matter what I am asked to learn or do, I will study very seriously!"
"Okay, don't worry, give me some time to think about it."
......
Shanks sat cross-legged on the deck, his iconic straw hat slipped off and hung on his back. His dazzling red hair was a little messy in the sea breeze, but it did not affect his concentration at all.
The large, bony hands held a short knife and were concentrating on carving a piece of wood.
After some unreliable consideration, Shanks finally decided to teach Merry swordsmanship and is now preparing training equipment for it.
Shanks, who had calmed down, had a focused and serious look in his eyes. He was less playful than usual and seemed to have a rare sense of seriousness. He exuded a unique air of maturity.
The dagger in his hand danced quickly on the wood, and the blade reflected light from time to time in the sunlight. As his hand raised and the knife fell, wood chips fell like snowflakes and scattered on the deck.
Shanks waved the wood in his hand from time to time, feeling its weight, and then made subtle adjustments.
The sun climbed higher and higher, the sky was clear blue, there was not a trace of sea breeze, and the temperature on the deck gradually became hotter.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Shanks' forehead. The crystal beads of sweat condensed more and more, and they slowly slid down from his forehead, along his resolute brow bones, and disappeared under the unbuttoned shirt.
The shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body, outlining his muscular figure, with the lines of his muscles faintly visible in the sunlight.
Gradually, the shape of the piece of wood in Shanks' hand became more and more perfect.
Shanks nodded with satisfaction. He casually lifted a corner of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, inadvertently revealing his strong and well-defined wheat-colored muscles underneath.
Beads of sweat slid down from the tight muscles, dripped under the lifted corners of the clothes, continued to flow along the well-defined abdomen, and slid into the unspeakable depths.
Shanks put the shaved wooden sword aside and immediately picked up another piece of wood and continued to shaved it.
The apprentice's sword has been made, and of course the daughter's sword cannot be missing either.
Although Uta was only three years old, Merry's request reminded Shanks that the Grand Line was full of dangers and that to survive there, one must be strong enough.
Become strong, starting from childhood!
Well, it's always good to have more skills. As Shanks was slicing the wooden sword, he thought to himself that in addition to swordsmanship, these two little guys could also learn some guns from Jesus and Beckmann.
After all, guns and swords are the most commonly used weapons by pirates. If they master some skills, they will have more protection in the future.
Just as he was thinking about it, Beckman just walked out of the cabin.
Shanks immediately called out to him, "Beckman, wait a moment."
Beckman held a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it. Ever since there was a child on the boat, he just held the cigarette in his mouth out of habit and would only light it when he was away from the child.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going to teach Uta and Meli swordsmanship. You can also teach them how to use a gun."
"Scared? Boss, are you kidding me?" Beckman's cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. He stared at Shanks in shock. "Uta is only three years old. Can she hold a gun?"
Shanks blurted out subconsciously: "Is a gun heavy?"
"Could you please not use your extraordinary strength to measure all the children? The recoil of the gun is very strong, and it will hurt Uta. As for Merry, although it is small, its arms are very strong. Maybe it can be given a try."
"Since you say so, then let's wait until Uta grows up a little before learning."
Beckman shook his head helplessly. This boss who did whatever he wanted was really unreliable!
"Will Merry still teach?"
"Ask it. If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
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Merry and Uta stood on the deck, holding wooden swords, staring at Shanks in front of them with anticipation.
"Look, do it like me."
Shanks held up the unsheathed Griffin and demonstrated the sword swinging motion.
He said seriously, "Do you understand?"
Meli and Uta nodded earnestly and answered in unison: "I understand."
"You will all begin practicing now with the wooden swords in your hands. From now on, you must swing the sword at least three hundred times every day."
"Okay! I promise to complete the task!"
Merry and Uta replied in unison, swinging their wooden swords with enthusiasm.
"call out--"
"The angle is wrong, too far to the left!"
"call out--"
"No, come again!"
"call out--"
"Watch your wrist!"
The sound of swords swinging and stern instructions echoed on the deck, only to be blown away by the sea breeze.
Gulishati, Beckman and others were scattered in all directions on the deck. Some of them were holding newspapers in their hands, some were holding fishing rods but had no bait, and some were setting up the chessboard but were reluctant to make a move.
They seemed to be killing time, but in fact, their attention was all on the two little guys, and from time to time there were a few low discussions.
"Hey~ I didn't expect an octopus could use a sword."
"That's not surprising. I heard that the octopus fish-man warriors of Fish-man Island can even use six swords at the same time."
"Ooooh! Six knives? Does having more knives mean it's more powerful?"
"If both sides have the same level of force, six swords can attack and defend from multiple angles at the same time, which is definitely an advantage over a single sword."
"That's true. But Merry and Uta are still so young. Isn't three hundred strokes a day a bit too harsh?"
"The boss has always been very sensible. If he makes such a request, he must have his reasons."
"The boss always does things as he pleases. When has he ever known any sense of propriety?"
"Haha, that seems to be the case."
......
Although the wooden sword had been shaved very thin and light, for three-year-old Uta, her arm strength was still not enough to support long-term training.
With every swing of the sword, her little hands became more and more sore, her face turned red, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
Shanks stood aside, watching everything, but said nothing, just waiting quietly.
Finally, Uta couldn't hold on any longer. Her little hand loosened and the wooden sword fell to the deck with a clang.
Merry heard the noise and paused, then looked up at Shanks.
Shanks was also looking at it, his expression serious: "Merry, continue."
"Swish--" Merry continued to swing the wooden sword. Although his movements were a bit clumsy and weird, he was very serious.
Uta looked up at Shanks aggrievedly, pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, as if she was about to cry.
After the initial novelty wears off, the repetitive and boring movements only make people feel frustrated.
"Shanks, my hands are so sore, I can't hold on any longer..."
Shanks squatted down and rubbed Uta's head with his hand. His movements were very gentle and his tone was mild without any blame: "Uta, you have done very well. In fact, your hands have been sore for a long time, but you persisted until the moment when you really couldn't hold on any longer. This is already very impressive."
Wuta bit her lip. If she had been scolded, she might have wanted to resist. But now that she was praised for her failure, she felt a little unwilling: "But I haven't swung it 300 times yet."
"Three hundred strokes a day, and today isn't over yet. Let's rest for a while and continue when you've regained your strength."
When Wuta heard this, her eyes lit up immediately and she nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will continue to practice hard!"
“Uta is awesome!”
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The weather on the Grand Route is unpredictable and unpredictable.
On this day, Uta and Meli stood on the deck and practiced swinging their swords 300 times.
"call out--"
"call out--"
Snake's face suddenly became very serious, and he shouted loudly: "Guys! The storm is coming, everyone prepare to reef the sails and prepare for the storm!"
Shanks, Jesus and others heard Snake's cry and immediately took action separately.
"Quick! Furl the sails!"
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