One Piece: Shadow of the Navy

It was just dawn, and after finishing washing, Cohen turned off the lights in the dormitory and left the dormitory.

While wandering around yesterday, Cohen had already noticed that there seemed to be no one going to the area near the seaside of the base except for the soldiers stationed there. It was a very suitable place for exercise.

Now that he is not a formal soldier, he cannot use the place where navy soldiers usually exercise, so this area will be very suitable for him to exercise for a long time to come.

In the slightly bright morning light, Cohen started a day of exercise on the beach.

When the sun rose from the sea and turned the entire sea into a golden color, Cohen left the beach, returned to the dormitory, took clean clothes to the bathing hall, and washed away the sweat that had not completely dried on his body. Lose.

Afterwards, we arrived at the No. [-] Canteen. After eating a breakfast, we sat in the canteen for a while because it was not eight o'clock yet. After all the soldiers who had breakfast left, they cleaned up the canteen floor. Thanks to his cleaning Because he had been on the deck for three years, he quickly cleaned up the mess hall. Although the mess hall was larger, it didn't take him much time at all.

Afterwards, Cohen, who was free, went to the material collection place again, and somehow received an old knife that was almost scrapped.

Afterwards, Cohen carried a knife that was almost two-thirds of his height and went to the beach where he exercised in the morning.

First, he would exercise his body. After he got sweaty, he would start swinging the knife. Since he didn't know much about knife skills, Cohen just practiced swinging the knife and chopping.

When he felt that his body began to feel tired, he stopped swinging the knife, then soaked himself in the seawater, and moved into the seawater bit by bit until he began to feel weak, then he stopped and kept soaking himself. In the sea water, he remained in a semi-powerless state.

When the sun was high in the sky, Cohen took his body out of the seawater, lay on the beach to regain his strength, and then went to a stream of water near the sea cliff to wash off the seawater on his body, and then took it with him The knife returned to Canteen No. [-].

Start eating, wait for people, and then clean the canteen.

After that, he went back to the beach, continued to soak in the sea water, then exercised, and then continued to swing the knife. He didn't wash up until the moon rose, then went back to the No. [-] canteen, ate, cleaned, and then returned to the dormitory.

After washing up, Cohen washed and dried the clothes he had worn for the day, carefully wiped the knife that had some small cuts, placed it beside the bed, and then went to bed.

Lying on the bed, Cohen looked at the roof.

I'm a little tired, but I can still hold on and continue tomorrow.

. . . . . .

"Hey, Cohen, I think you're almost done. The sea water has no effect on you now, right? Why are you still soaking in the water?" Daomo put down the knife and soaked in it again. Cohen in the sea said quite speechlessly.

"It still has an impact now, and there will be fewer opportunities to take a seawater bath in the future, so you can take more baths now." Cohen soaked in the seawater, holding a rag in his hand and carefully wiping the blade.

Six years have passed, and Cohen's body has finally grown. At 1.8 meters tall, he finally no longer looks longer than a human when holding a knife.

At the age of 16, it was the time of youth. Cohen was originally a handsome young man, but the scar on his right eye completely destroyed his handsomeness and instead gave him a hint of ferocity. , covering up the childish look on his face.

Cohen didn't meet Domo until the second year after he joined the Navy. Before that, he didn't know that Domo had also joined the G-6 branch.

Once, a handyman broke his leg while working. It was the infirmary that Cohen sent him to. As a result, he met Domo in the infirmary, who had become a military doctor in the G-6 branch. After that, Two old friends from the same place got back in touch.

Whenever there is nothing going on in the infirmary, Domo will go to the beach to stay for a while, because except when Cohen appears in the cafeteria and dormitory, he spends almost all his other time on this small beach. Dao Mo knew that he would definitely meet Cohen when he came here, and he would never fail.

"Ke En, what kind of strength do you have now?" Dao Mo asked slightly curiously, looking at Ke En who was still cleaning the knife.

"Who knows? There is no one to compare with, so how do I know what my strength is." Cohen was still wiping the knife, as if that was the only thing in his eyes, even though he was replying: He didn't stop wiping the knife while rubbing it.

"Hasn't that guy Moros been guiding you in your physical training? Haven't you ever competed with him?" Daomo didn't care about Cohen's posture.

"We have competed, but Moros was only at the level of a corps leader back then, and his strength has been greatly affected since he lost a leg. There is not much reference from his previous battles."

Speaking of Moros, Cohen finally stopped wiping the knife. He stuffed the knife cleaning cloth into the right hand holding the knife, then groped on the beach with his left hand and picked up a knife. Pack of cigarettes, took out one and put it in his mouth.

He put the cigarette case back on the sand, fumbled for the lighter, lit it, took a deep breath, and spit it out.Then he continued to clean the knife with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You bastard, I don't know what skills you and that cripple Moros have learned in the past few years, but you have learned his essence with this puff of cigarette. You must add some ingredients to that damn cripple next time he comes to get medicine. , I won’t teach you if you’re good.” Daomo looked at Cohen’s skillful smoking movements and became angry.

"Well, what's there? People always have to find something to do when they're bored. I think smoking is good." Cohen said nonchalantly, "And if you really do that, you have to do it well. Someone is grabbing something to eat with Little Smokey."

"You bastard, you didn't talk about the good things, but you said something about it, bah bah bah." Upon hearing Cohen's words, old man Dao Mo felt as if his tail had been stepped on, "You bastard, you actually cursed me and Xiao Daos like this. Mochi, are you worthy of the medicinal bath I have prepared for you for so many years?"

"Well, I'm just telling the truth."

"Brother Cohen."

At this time, a child's voice sounded from a distance, still getting closer.

"Oh, we were talking about Little Smokey, Little Smokey is here."

Cohen stuffed the cigarette into the sea water and into the sand, then raised his hand and shouted to the little ghost who ran over, "Good afternoon, Little Smokey."

The kid jumped into the sea and swam to Ke En, "Good afternoon, Brother Ke En."

Then he shouted to Daomo, "Grandpa Daomo, good afternoon."

"Little Dosmochi, you went into the sea with your clothes on again. Didn't I tell you not to go into the sea with your clothes on?" Domo looked at Dosmochi who was still wearing clothes and shouted angrily.

"What's the matter? It'll be done soon anyway." Dosmochi hid beside Cohen and muttered in a low voice.

After hearing what he said, Cohen reached out and knocked him on the head, but didn't say anything.

"Huh? Daomo, have you given little Dosmochi a medicinal bath?" Cohen asked Daomo with a frown.

"Yes, I have used it, but I control the amount." Daomo nodded and replied.

"Well, use less. Little Smokey is still young now, so he won't be able to bear the amount."

"I know, how could I be careless about such an important thing."

"By the way, Cohen, you should be an official soldier soon, right?"

"Well, Moros has already informed me. Now we just have to wait for the formalities to be completed."

"Ha, your kid is going to sea too." Dao Mo said with emotion as he looked at Cohen soaking in the sea water.

"Ah, yes."

Thanks to Yao Ying Fengguang and Su Xi Qianmoer for the recommendation vote

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