Pirates: Beginning with the Patrolman.

Remos jumped out of bed, without bothering to tidy himself up, he just put on his clothes casually and ran out.

Before leaving, he smiled at the navy who woke him up. If he hadn't been woken up by the navy, he would have slept for who knows how long.

On the training ground, Sakaski put his hands down.

"I heard you fainted yesterday?"

"Um... yes, I was knocked unconscious during a sparring match with Mr. Garp..."

"Useless trash!"

"..."

No, why are you cursing now? And I'm injured, do you understand? I'm injured!

"Don't use injury as an excuse. When you meet a pirate, will you tell him that you fainted because of injury? Do you think he will let you go if you say that?"

Sakaski saw through Remos's thoughts and scolded him.

"..."

Remus was speechless.

"You said you wanted to learn from me how to develop the fruit, so follow my method. Do you see the weight over there? Carry it on your back and run 200 laps first!"

"How much?"

Remus was shocked.

Two hundred laps? Here?

He looked around. The training ground was estimated to be as large as four football fields. Running 200 laps in such a large field? And with weights?

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Sakaski asked coldly.

Remus opened his mouth.

"Uh, no problem."

You can't say anything even if you have any problems. Since you took the initiative to seek special training from the other party, then as long as you don't die from the training, you should just train yourself to death.

He walked to the sidelines and put on the weights in the corner.

These weights are not light. They look ordinary, but when you put them on you will realize that they weigh at least several tons.

Carrying several tons of weight and running two hundred laps around a field four times the size of a football field... Remos felt like he was going crazy.

But this is the path he chose, and he has to stick to it even if he cries.

So next, Remos began a long running training. Of course, it was easy at the beginning, after all, he usually trained a lot. It has been almost two years since he came to this world, and his physical fitness has been completely different from before he came.

In the first thirty laps, Remos ran quite easily.

But after fifty laps, his physical strength began to decline rapidly, his breathing became rapid, and his legs became heavier and heavier.

The wound on his abdomen began to ache slightly. What was worse was that he had not eaten today. His stomach was empty and there was no way to provide him with any physical energy.

Sakaski was not just watching from the side, he was supervising Remos the whole time. As long as Remos's pace slowed down, he would throw a ball of lava at Remos. If Remos didn't want to be burned, he could only grit his teeth and speed up to dodge.

In this way, Remos quickly finished a hundred laps.

At this time, he was already panting heavily, and his clothes had long been completely soaked with sweat. Every time he stepped on the ground, his shoes would make a popping sound because they were full of sweat.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead. No, they felt like they were filled with red-hot steel. They were hot, sore and painful.

"Pace yourself up. What are you doing? Didn't you eat? Are you going to act like this when you face pirates in the future?"

Sakaski's voice came.

"Ha ha……"

Remos was completely speechless at this moment, and his mind was numb. He couldn't hear what Sakaski was saying at all, and he just kept running forward mechanically.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his legs suddenly went weak and he fell face down to the ground, without even having time to reach out for support.

Lying on the ground, Remos felt the long-lost sense of relaxation, and he wished he could just fall asleep.

Sakaski appeared in his field of vision, along with a lunch box.

"?"

Remos raised his head with force and looked at Sakaski in confusion.

"Eat, and then continue running."

Sakaski said expressionlessly.

He had someone deliver the lunch box. There was not just this one, but many more besides, filling up an entire small cart.

Remos had been so hungry that he had lost all sense, but when he smelled the food, his appetite was reawakened. And like a landslide or tsunami, it instantly swept through his brain and overwhelmed all his rationality.

He didn't even bother to take off the weight, he just got up from the ground, picked up the lunch box and poured it into his mouth.

It was really poured out, and he didn't even bother to chew it. The taste was not even in his consideration at all. He just wanted to fill his stomach first.

One box of lunch disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the hunger did not ease at all, so Remos reached for the second box of lunch.

After the third box, the fourth box, and until the fifteenth box, his eating speed slowed down slightly, but the hunger was still very strong, and every cell in his body was urging him to continue eating.

Remos opened his mouth wide and ate box after box of lunch like a whirlwind.

He was really hungry. He hadn't eaten breakfast and had done such high-intensity exercise. If it weren't for his improved physical condition, he might have been sent to the military doctor by now.

After eating forty-three boxes of bento in one go, Remos finally put down his chopsticks with a satisfied look on his face, and then he burped for a very long time.

"I am full?"

Sakaski came to his side without knowing when.

"full!"

Remos nodded, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Then keep running. You've already run 103 laps, and you still have 97 laps to finish."

"Um... I just finished my meal. Should I take a short rest? If I run now, I'm worried that I'll get gastroptosis..."

"There's no such thing. This is my training plan. No nonsense, stand up and keep running!"

Sakaski shouted coldly.

Remos opened his mouth and wanted to retort, but he swallowed the words back.

What is there to say? Run!

Since you can't resist, just accept it.

Standing up, Remos continued running forward.

This time his condition was obviously much better than before. At least his physical strength was no longer a problem. His body seemed to have turned on an acceleration switch, and his digestive system began to work frantically, digesting the food in the stomach at a much faster speed than usual, breaking it down into various nutrients, and then quickly transporting them to every corner of the body.

In this process of constant consumption and replenishment, Remos finally completed the task of running 200 laps.

When the last lap ended, Remos was almost exhausted. He supported his knees with his hands and sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

"It's slower than I expected..."

Sakaski came over and said, "Three hundred push-ups, start."