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

Evening. On the tower rooftop.

Looking down from the top, the entire Shells Town lay beneath their feet.

Loya stood shirtless, shaking the freshly washed Marine uniform and hanging it on a clothesline to let the wind dry it.

"Phew~~"

Finally, all his tasks for the day were done.

What a relief!

Wiping the sweat off his face, Loya revealed a satisfied smile. After a whole afternoon of hard work, his body was drenched in sweat, but he felt truly fulfilled.

There were still thirty minutes until dinnertime—a short break was in order. Staying tense all the time wouldn't do him any good.

If only he could...

"Here, catch!"

As if the heavens had heard his thoughts, a slim, pristine white cigarette appeared before him, more seductive than a woman in a shady alley.

( ⊙ ω ⊙ )?

Loya blinked, his lips curling into an uncontrollable grin as he eagerly caught the cigarette. His view of Fullbody instantly changed.

It was as if he had just found a long-lost brother. Back in college, this level of camaraderie might have even earned Fullbody the title of "godfather"!

"Where'd you get this, Fullbro?"

"Newbie, don't even think of comparing yourself to me, the great Fullbody," he said, puffing out his chest in pride. Lighting his own cigarette, he tossed the lighter to Loya and leisurely squatted against the wall.

New recruits weren't allowed to smoke, and any personal belongings brought during enlistment had been confiscated. Getting a cigarette under such restrictions was no small feat.

But, well, money talks.

The two squatted shirtless in the corner, puffing away in contentment. At that moment, they resembled freshly released convicts more than Marines.

"Loya, you did well today."

"All thanks to your guidance, Fullbro!" Loya replied modestly.

And it wasn't just lip service.

Fullbody had a meticulous cleanliness streak and approached his tasks with a level of seriousness one might reserve for a romantic date. Even the toilets under his care sparkled to the point of being lickable.

The guy had to be from a wealthy family!

Working alongside him felt like a form of morning training—physically exhausting and mentally challenging, especially when faced with the ultimate boss: the restroom.

Loya's nose had almost gone numb.

Fullbody glanced at Loya.

When they first met at lunch, he found Loya's messy eating habits off-putting. He much preferred refined companions.

But after spending the afternoon together, his opinion shifted.

Young, motivated, no complaints, and hardworking.

And most importantly, clean!

Those who valued cleanliness were good people in his book.

"Still got some time. Come here. I'll teach you something new," Fullbody said.

Extinguishing his cigarette, Fullbody stepped into the open center of the rooftop. It was as if he had entered a stage with an audience, his demeanor radiant.

"Loya, you've got potential, but if you want to mingle with high society in the future, you'll need a touch of elegance in your actions. It's like having good handwriting—it leaves an impression."

With a mysterious smile, he placed a hand on his Marine cap, bent his knees, and balanced on his toes.

"Dance is the best way to elevate your aura."

Clutching, kicking, arm-swinging, spinning—moves executed one after another.

Loya's eyes widened.

Clean and precise transitions, an irresistible rhythm—Loya momentarily felt like he was watching a professional performance.

Elegant.

So elegant!

Loya was convinced Fullbody's dancing skills were top-tier. Being a Marine felt like a waste of his talent.

Fullbody spun around and faced Loya, beckoning him with a hand.

"Loya, come on!"

"I..."

Loya hesitated. He liked watching girls dance, but he knew nothing about it himself. Even if he wanted to try, he wouldn't know where to start.

Yet his body instinctively followed Fullbody's rhythm.

Spin, jump, and close my eyes~~

Damn it!

He'd fallen under a spell!

Nightfall.

The limited electricity on the island couldn't sustain 24-hour lighting for the Marine base. With the relatively relaxed training schedules, evenings were designated for rest.

Recruits returned to their dormitories.

New Recruit Dorms.

After washing up, the recruits lounged comfortably in their beds.

"Hey, where's Loya?"

"Didn't see him."

"That guy was so full of himself during training today!"

"Hah, and he still couldn't finish it all!"

"He's probably at the training ground making up for it."

"Serves him right!"

The recruits sneered.

During the morning's basic training, Loya had gone overboard, running 20 laps instead of the required amount.

He had treated every exercise as if he were competing with seasoned Marines. But for a rookie, completing that kind of workload in one morning was impossible.

By the end of the session, Loya had barely completed half the tasks, making him the only one among the six recruits who failed to finish.

According to base rules, incomplete training had to be made up at night.

Serves him right.

Training Ground.

In the dimly lit sandpit, a figure repeatedly rose and fell.

"156... 157... 158..."

Loya, shirtless and drenched in sweat, did sit-ups relentlessly, his back caked with sand.

After dinner, instead of heading back to the dorm, he returned to the training ground to complete what he hadn't finished during the day.

He was determined to train to Marine standards. If he couldn't finish in the morning, he'd make up for it at night.

This was the bottom line he had set for himself.

Two and a half hours later, Loya collapsed onto the ground, muscles trembling uncontrollably.

That's when he saw someone.

"Fullbro?"

On the side of the training ground, a small stage had mysteriously appeared, and Fullbody stood at its center, balanced on his toes with a hand on his hat.

Sensing Loya's gaze, Fullbody began to move.

Clutch, kick, arm-swing!

And a slide~~

Damn it, even The World saved his dance lessons!