One Piece: Son-in-Law King, That's My Destiny!

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The training ground, under the blazing sun.

By the 20th minute, the first echelon of elite soldiers had finished 16 laps, with only 4 remaining. Everyone was drenched in sweat, pushing themselves harder to speed up.

To finish in under 25 minutes, the final few minutes were crucial. Moreover, there was a newcomer right behind them, pushing them to run faster.

They were the best among the new recruits, training hard every day. Each of them had a bit of pride, and the idea of being overtaken by a newcomer who'd been training for only a month was unbearable.

Damn, just thinking about it made them feel uncomfortable!

Meanwhile, the third echelon, with the worst stamina, had completely become a backdrop. They couldn't even maintain formation, with more and more of them falling behind.

Their only goal was to pass.

"He's coming! He's coming again!"

"Have we been lapped three times?"

"We're definitely gonna get chewed out by the instructor!"

As Loya passed by, the new recruits in the third echelon groaned, too tired to complain.

It was one thing to be overtaken by the first and second echelons—they were usually better, but getting lapped by a newcomer? Who could they complain to?

New recruits were ridiculously strong, okay!

The second echelon was under a lot of pressure too.

They were stable enough to pass the test, but they could never be considered outstanding. They knew they weren't as good as the first echelon's elite, but they never expected a newcomer to blow past them.

As they watched Loya catch up, everyone began to panic. If they got passed now, they'd be lapped entirely!

But it was unstoppable.

"Brothers, should we block him?"

"Block him with what?"

"Damn it, clear the innermost lane!"

"We're suffering, but we're not letting the front-runners enjoy it!"

The second echelon quickly reached a consensus to clear the innermost, most energy-efficient lane to let Loya pass faster.

This scene happened to be seen by the first echelon during a turn.

"Damn, the second echelon scumbags are letting the newbie through!"

"How shameless can they get!"

"Guys, speed up! The newcomer's catching up!"

By the 23rd minute, Loya had caught up with the back of the first echelon!

But at that moment, the new recruits in the first echelon were too focused on their own exhaustion to care about Loya. They were all running with sweat pouring down, thinking only of finishing the last 1000 meters.

800...500...300!

The finish line came into view!

The formation scattered as everyone instinctively started their final sprint, tongues hanging out as they pushed themselves to the limit.

Their exam results determined their future!

"Go, go, faster!"

Loya's pupils contracted, eyes locked on the red line at the finish. Adrenaline surged, and his exhausted legs found a second wind.

Just a little faster!

Even if it's only a second, he was going all out!

By the 25th minute!

Loya bent over, gasping for air, hands pressed on his trembling knees. Sweat poured in large drops, his skin slightly reddened from the intense effort, emitting visible heat.

His mind was a blank.

"Nice job!"

With a compliment, a hand wearing iron knuckles extended in front of him.

"Smack!"

Loya took Fullbody's hand and, using it for support, shakily stood up. After taking a deep breath, he looked up at the sky.

Phew~~ my heart almost exploded.

Fullbody seemed to have much more energy left, smiling and pointing behind Loya. "Look back."

"Huh?"

Loya turned around.

The members of the first echelon were there, each one looking like a nearly dead mule, clutching their waists and groaning.

Wait a minute.

Loya looked at Fullbody and his own position, then at the other new recruits, and quickly realized something.

He was at the front?

After a short rest, the others came up to Loya, gave his chest a hard tap, and then gave him a thumbs-up.

"You, dude, you're amazing!"

"Eh, it's nothing."

Loya grinned and cheekily responded.

"There are more tests to go."

"Damn, still not satisfied after overtaking us once?!"

They immediately grumbled, but their eyes no longer held the same hostility toward Loya. Instead, there was admiration.

No matter how fresh the recruit, anyone who could outdo them in training earned their respect.

In the military, the strongest earned the most respect!

The other new recruits were still in the test, and the extra five minutes were a gift for Loya and the others, allowing them to rest and recover.

After a short break, Loya walked toward Sergeant Morgan, who was standing nearby. He felt deeply grateful. During the running drills, he had clearly sensed Morgan's cooperation with him.

"Sergeant Morgan, thank you for your help!"

"No need to thank me. This is all the result of your own efforts."

Morgan nodded slightly.

He liked serious soldiers.

"Keep working hard."

"Yes, sir!"

Loya straightened his back and gave a salute.

Soon, the running drill test ended.

Four new recruits failed and left the training ground dejectedly.

Normally, as long as someone signed up for the test, even if they weren't excellent, they should have at least met the standard through regular training.

But the test was not only about physical stamina; mindset was also crucial. Under the gaze of so many officers, failing to perform under pressure was common.

After a brief 5-minute break, the next test began.

200 push-ups required to be completed in 5 minutes, with proper form and no pauses. Under 4 minutes was considered excellent.

"1, 2..."

The recruits, under the blazing sun, lay on the sand and pushed up and down. Every time someone's form wasn't perfect, the examiner's whip cracked sharply against their back.

Get whipped three times, and you're out!

"34, 35, 36..."

Loya powered through, keeping a steady pace as he supported his body.

The push-up test was easier than the running drill. Most recruits could pass it, so there was little pressure. That meant their minds started to wander.

Was Kebi training this hard too?

Even with the training load at the branch, multiplying it by 200 times would be 40,000 push-ups. That's over 80,000 seconds of training a day. Averaging 2 seconds per push-up—that's not counting other exercises.

Impossible. Even a pile driver couldn't handle that!

"Weight training?"

Thinking of Sergeant Morgan's giant axe on his back, Loya seemed to understand. When time was tight, weight training was the answer.

Doing push-ups with a sandbag on your back would certainly be much more effective than doing them without, he thought. He'd try it when he got back.

"Smack!"

The whip landed painfully on his back.

"Focus!"

"Yes, sir!"

Loya's face turned pale as he quickly refocused and concentrated on his training. Sergeant Morgan's whip wasn't going to show any mercy.

Hiss—he was definitely bleeding now!

3 minutes and 53 seconds!

"200!"

Loya took a deep breath and stood up with ease, while the other recruits finished their push-up tests one by one.

No one was eliminated this time.

"Mm."

Morgan wrote an "excellent" next to Loya's name in his notebook. His evaluation of Loya went up once again.

Compared to the previous running test, Loya handled this push-up test with ease, having fully turned the skills he had learned from Morgan into his own.

His learning ability was impressive!