One Piece: The sky is azure, I just time-traveled today.

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"Kuina! Watch out! The old man's serious!"

As Sabo helped deflect a few stray shells, he shouted, his tone filled with confusion and a hint of tension.

Robin quickly packed away her important items and calmly observed the situation: "The target seems very clear... Grandpa Garp, it's aimed at us."

Liu Jiu, who had been silent all along, calmly focused his gaze on the dog-headed warship in the distance, then looked at the three people, including Kuina, who were struggling to withstand the shells, his eyes deep.

This time, however, he didn't deliberately hide.

There's no need for it. Back when he was on Roger's pirate ship, the other party didn't take him seriously, so now... it's impossible for them to recognize him.

As for what they did in the South China Sea or the East China Sea... those were minor matters, and they are unlikely to be taken seriously.

Kuina swung her sword, cleaving aside an oncoming cannonball. Feeling the increasing force emanating from the blade, she frowned.

Garp's attack, though seemingly ferocious, seemed more like a...deterrence and test in terms of the projectiles' landing points?

What on earth does he want to do?

As the dog-headed warship drew closer, the figure on the bow, wearing a dog-headed hat, picking its nose, and exuding an oppressive aura like a mountain, became clearly visible.

Garp looked at the girl's figure on the deck of the "Whirlwind" wielding her sword like purple lightning, a big smile spreading across his face. He then casually weighed a cannonball in his hand.

"Not bad, little girl! Looks like you haven't been slacking off these past few years!"

His voice, like a booming bell, came clearly across the sea.

"However... just knowing how to cut cannonballs isn't enough to become a Shichibukai!"

The word struck Sabo and Robin like a thunderclap.

Kuina's sword-wielding motion also paused slightly.

What's going on? How does cutting down a few cannonballs have anything to do with the Seven Warlords of the Sea?!

For a moment, the three people on the "Whirlwind" were all a little dumbfounded.

Liu Jiu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he understood the meaning behind it.

So Garp came here to poach people?

The shells continued to whistle.

But the atmosphere has changed completely.

On the deck of the dog-headed warship, a bustling scene unfolded.

"Quick! Quick! Bring the ammunition boxes over here!"

"Lieutenant General Garp needs more 'warm-up ammunition'!"

"Don't stop, keep going!"

Like industrious worker ants, the naval soldiers lined up in two rows, efficiently carrying boxes of heavy shells from the ammunition depot to the bow of the ship and piling them at Kapu's feet.

Sweat soaked their uniforms, but no one dared to slack off in the slightest. After all, it was an honor to be a "munitions carrier" for the naval heroes.

Every time I return home, it arouses the envy of the villagers.

Garp stood at the bow of the ship, like a god of war.

Without even glancing at them, he casually grabbed shells from the mountain of shell boxes beside him, his arm muscles bulging, and tossed them towards the distant "Whirlwind" with the ease of throwing pebbles.

"Come on... let this old man see how many of my moves you can withstand!"

Each shell whistled through the air, tracing a deadly arc.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on the situation on the deck of the "Whirlwind".

When he saw the blond kid wielding a steel pipe, grinning as he knocked away stray shells, his grin widened even further.

"That little bastard Sabo, he really is here! His pole dancing is not bad, but... looks like I haven't beaten him enough before!"

My gaze shifted slightly, and I saw again the intelligent, black-haired girl standing a little further back, calmly observing the situation.

"Robin is here too! Hmm, she's become much more composed... Not bad, not bad! It's truly a wonder that Dadan has such a beautiful niece!"

Garp felt a sense of relief, a feeling of "I knew it" welling up inside him. He knew it; those who hadn't stayed put on Mount Gorpo in the East Blue had definitely gathered together!

As for the man who stood not far behind Kuina, his aura so calm it was almost ethereal…

Garp's gaze lingered on Liu Jiu for less than half a second before he casually looked away.

"Hmm...he looks unfamiliar. Maybe he's a cook or a floor cleaner they picked up at sea? It doesn't matter!"

His attention returned to Kuina, and as he watched the swift and agile purple blade, his admiration deepened.

"Good! Your swordsmanship has improved a lot! And your domineering aura... hmm, it's getting quite there too!"

Instead of slowing down, his men threw the cannonballs faster, and the force of the shots also increased slightly.

"Defense alone isn't enough! Let Grandpa see where your limits are!"

boom! boom! boom!

More shells rained down on the "Whirlwind" like a meteor shower.

In just a moment, Kuina and the other two were busy detonating the explosives in advance, which caused the water columns that exploded on the sea surface to almost form a wall of water.

"Has the old man eaten a bomb today?! This is never going to end!"

Sabo yelled as he awkwardly dodged a shell with a tricky angle.

Robin's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and the net formed by countless arms deflected many of the incoming cannonballs. But with so many cannonballs, this was far more than just a simple "greeting."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Guina's forehead. Ziyun's sword danced so tightly that it was impenetrable, but facing this endless and powerful rain of cannonballs, her arms began to feel a little sore and numb.

"Grandpa Garp...can you please stop?!"

Garp watched the three struggling against the gunfire, especially Kuina with her stubborn eyes and relentless sword swings, and his smile grew even brighter.

"Yes! That's it! Show some more spirit!"

His plan to "pack Kuina into the Seven Warlords system" felt perfectly correct and smooth at this moment.

With Kuina's current strength, if she stays at the naval base for another six months of training, she will be ready to become a Shichibukai.

"Once we've 'convinced' this girl, Sabo and Robin will naturally follow behind! Hehe, a family should always be together!"

With this in mind, he threw the cannonball with even greater force.

The dog-headed warship also stopped advancing, separated from the "Whirlwind" by a stretch of sea.

But it was also completely dominated by the roaring artillery fire and the towering waves.

How to put it? This is a unique drama, led by naval heroes, that "forces thieves to reform."

It's unfolding intensely right now.

Chapter 132 Garp's Recruitment [Thanks for urging me to update]

The roar of cannons filled the air, and the waves surged.

As Garp casually tossed the cannonballs aside, he gathered his strength and shouted in a loud voice:

"Guina! Stop chopping! Listen to your grandfather!"

Kuina, who had just cleaved a cannonball, paused slightly upon hearing this, her brow furrowing, but she still called out, "Grandpa Garp! Please stop!"

"Stop? That's no fun!" Garp laughed and threw out another one. "Grandpa's just helping you warm up! Do you understand the Shichibukai exam? It's very strict!"

"A Shichibukai?" Kuina swung her sword, detonating a cannonball in mid-air before it exploded, her voice filled with disbelief. "When did I say I wanted to be a Shichibukai?"

"It's not too late to say it now!" Garp said matter-of-factly. "Look how good the treatment is! Legal plundering... uh, no, I mean legal business! And the Navy is protecting you! It's much better than being a nameless nobody pirate!"

Sabo, standing nearby, couldn't help but interject, shouting, "Old man! Be reasonable! How can you force someone to become a Shichibukai like this?!"

A shell flew precisely toward Sabo, nearly knocking his steel pipe off his feet.

"Sabo, shut up!" Garp glared. "Children shouldn't interrupt adults! When Kuina becomes a Shichibukai, you'll have to come too! And Robin too!"

Robin, who was helping to clear away the occasional stray shells, sighed gracefully upon hearing this, and her voice carried clearly: "Grandpa Garp, I have no interest in becoming a legitimate pirate of the World Government."

"Interests can be cultivated!" Garp said dismissively, picking up two more cannonballs. "Look how sought-after these spots are! I had a hard time snatching them from Sengoku!"

Kuina felt like she was losing her train of thought. She mechanically swung her sword while trying to reason with him: "Grandpa Garp, my dream is to become the world's greatest swordsman, not to become a Shichibukai!"

"So what if you become a great swordsman?" Garp retorted. "Won't you still be chased by the Navy? If you become a Shichibukai, the Navy becomes your own people! Isn't that a better deal!"

This bizarre logic left Guina speechless for a moment.

Sabo, furious, jumped up and down: "Old man! You're just making excuses!"

"You brat! If you nag again, your training will be doubled next time!" Garp threatened, then switched to a kind tone and said to Kuina, "Girl, think it over? Grandpa guarantees that once you become a Shichibukai, no one will dare to cause you trouble!"

Kuina took a deep breath, suppressing her surging blood and qi. The purple cloud blade light surged again, shredding a barrage of incoming cannonballs to shreds.

Her answer was concise and firm:

"I reject!"

Garp's smile froze for a moment, then brightened again: "You've got character! Grandpa likes you even more! Looks like the warm-up wasn't enough!"

He increased the speed at which he threw the cannonballs!

"Then let Grandpa see how long you can hold out!"

boom! boom! boom!

The artillery fire intensified.

While frantically defending himself, Sabo shouted towards the dog-headed warship, "Old man! You're abusing your power! You're using your authority for personal gain!"

Robin shook her head helplessly and whispered to Kuina, "It seems that Grandpa Garp is determined."

Guina pursed her lips, her eyes sharp.

She finally understood that reasoning with Grandpa Garp wouldn't work.

Now, there's only one way left—

The purple blade light grew even sharper, as if it wanted to cleave the sea, which was shrouded in artillery fire, in half!

The roar of gunfire seemed to reach its peak before abruptly ceasing.

On the dog-headed warship, Garp dusted off his hands, looked at the mountain of empty ammunition boxes at his feet, and nodded in satisfaction.