Chapter 16 Do you want to know what the great secret treasure is? I'll tell you

Practice blindly? Can you still achieve success?
Beckman looked at Dick deeply.

Now Beckman also felt that Dick was too arrogant.

Needs to be taught a lesson.

Otherwise, you will become arrogant, ignorant of the world and offend people you shouldn’t offend.

Thinking about this, Beckman demonstrated directly.

Just slowed down the action.

Moon steps.

Step on the air and turn in the air.

Paper drawing.

The body is transformed to unload all the strength of the whole body and the change of airflow caused by the opponent's movements can make the body as light as paper.

"I see." Dick said without blinking.

Dick also practiced Taijutsu. The Six Styles was the best method.

Regular, safe and efficient.

Although there is no secret manual for practicing the Six Styles, the difficulty of the Six Styles itself is low.

Especially since Dick knows the principles behind some of the moves.

For example, shaving.

In an instant, stepping on the ground at high speed dozens of times continuously generates explosive reaction force to move at high speed.
Dick learned it directly after practicing it himself.

The same goes for pointing guns.

The principle of the finger gun is the same as the principle of the toughness and sharpness of the swordsman's additional weapons.

After all, when an iron sword hits a boulder, it has no additional toughness or sharpness. We can see whether the iron sword breaks first or the boulder breaks first.

As for the other four moves, Dick either didn't know the principles or had no idea what they were, so he could only stare blankly.

Now, with Beckman's personal demonstration, the mysteries of the six styles are all revealed.

"With your aptitude, you will be able to learn it in a few days. You can probably learn it just by looking at a piece of iron." Beckman lit a cigarette.

“How many have you learned?”

Humph, I'm just demonstrating. I haven't explained the key points yet. Let's see how you learn.

Even if you rely on your talent and strength to learn Iron Block and Moon Step, there is still some hope, but Paper Painting and Storm Footsteps are not.

That's an advanced technique.

"Ah, I learned it all."

"!" Beckman's hands trembled.

Although the six styles are simple, they are only relative.

Not to mention, having a strong talent for domineering does not mean having a strong talent for physical skills. These are two different concepts.

Moreover, the difficulty of practicing the six styles is different for each person.

For example, it is difficult for people with a plump figure to practice paper painting.

"Are you serious?" Beckman asked doubtfully.

Dick shrugged.

Flex your muscles.

First it was Iron Block, then Moon Step, Storm Foot and Paper Painting.

Finger gun and shaving are more powerful if they are demonstrated correctly.

So I really learned it. Isn't this talent a bit scary?
Beckman's mouth twitched.

"Very good, you are indeed talented in physical skills." Beckman said calmly, silently swallowing back the mocking words.

Beckman felt that he was living the life of a dog at his old age.

He is so domineering, has an exaggerated talent for physical skills, and his swordsmanship is recognized by Koshiro. Where did this monster come from?

Are there really all-round geniuses in the world?

An idea suddenly occurred to Beckman.

Maybe he wasn't bragging.

"That's awesome, Dick," Luffy yelled.

Luffy was filled with admiration as he watched Dick disappear and reappear.

In the future, he must become this strong.

"Oh, not yet. I haven't awakened my Conqueror's Haki yet." Dick sighed.

"I don't even know how to use the advanced application of Armament Haki and Observation Haki. I really have poor talent."

Damn it. At the age of 14, he already has two-color domineering, six styles of navy, and exquisite swordsmanship. If talent is not enough, what are others?
waste?

The voice disappeared and Luffy looked around in confusion.

Why do Shanks, Beckman, Hongo and others look so depressed?

Shouldn't Dick be happy that he has learned something?

"Okay, starting tomorrow, we will have the hellish training." Red Hair gave the order.

"clear."

The next day, in the evening.

After a day of hard training, the tavern was lively again. The red-haired boy teased Luffy, making him scream in anger.

The monkey Mengshida squeaked and clapped the beat with Benk Punch, with a strong sense of rhythm;

Beckman smacked his lips in regret. It was a small place, and there were no special service personnel. Even if there were, he couldn't get any help. Today was another sleepless day. Jesus Bu, Roaring Gabu and others were playing dice...

Dick took a few swigs.

"Shanks, do you know the Great Secret Treasure?"

"Of course you know. The Pirate King's treasure? What's wrong?"

"I can tell you what the great secret treasure is."

The redhead paused.

"Isn't it money? Lots of gold and silver treasures." The red-haired man laughed.

"Of course not. How could the Pirate King's treasure be something as vulgar as gold and silver?"

"Great secret treasure, there's not even a berry in it."

The wine glass in the redhead's hand shattered with a loud bang, and the wine splashed all over his face.

The red-haired man was in turmoil.

No, how could Dick know what the great secret treasure was?
Where did he get the news from?

nonsense?

The redhead thought about Dick's performance.

A smart mind, extraordinary qualifications, powerful strength, Koshiro's most proud disciple and successor, and the one who knows that the great secret treasure is not gold or silver.

Although his personality is a bit crazy, he has enough support.

It shouldn't be nonsense.

"How do you know?" the red-haired man couldn't help asking.

"Of course someone told me."

Who? Was it Senior Koshiro who told him?
But it's impossible. How could Senior Koshiro know the Great Secret Treasure? You know, even he himself only guessed about the Great Secret Treasure.

Isshin Dojo, Wano Country, could it be...

The red-haired man's eyes were filled with understanding, and a towering figure flashed through his mind.

That was the great hero that Red Hair admired just by thinking of him, the extraordinary man in the world, the real man of the sea, the man with supreme wisdom and unparalleled force, the charisma of a leader, the invincible Kozuki Oden. (Red Hair's perspective)

"So, it was Senior Kozuki Oden who had a backup plan?" The red-haired man lowered his eyes.

Realize that you have discovered all the truth.

"How about I tell you what the great secret treasure is. Aren't you curious?" Dick smiled.

The monkey Mengshida was dancing, but he missed a step and fell off the table; Lakilu coughed, and the meat in his mouth sprayed out of his nostrils; Jesus' dice turned into powder; even the most stable Beckmann was pinched by the cigarette and couldn't help coughing...

"Can't tell," Luffy yelled.

"If you tell me, I will hate you forever."

For Luffy, what matters is the process, not the result.

Through adventures, together with his companions, step by step, getting closer and closer, and finally obtaining the great secret treasure, is what Luffy wants. Tell Luffy the answer directly, sorry, Luffy doesn't want to.

Oops.

The red-haired man held his forehead.

It is impossible to keep the secret of the great treasure in public, because people are gossipy and will show off. Unless the red-haired general kills all the irrelevant people present.

But redheads can't do it.

"Luffy, you don't have to listen," the red-haired man said to Dick.

"Tell me about it. I'm very interested."

The red-haired man had made up his mind that no matter what Dick said, he would deny it and laugh, saying that Dick was talking nonsense.

It's understandable that children brag when they drink too much.

Only in this way can he protect Windmill Village from harassment from the World Government and the pirates.

(End of this chapter)