6 Marine Based - 6

A month passed in almost a blur.

The mornings began with intense training for his body. He ran until his legs shook and his lungs cried. Then he moved on to lifting boulders as weights until his arms cried just the same. Then he did the same with his legs, balancing and lifting the boulders with his feet.

…Until they also cried.

Then he had breakfast.

Then he made his way through the base asking anyone who would to spar with him.

He got his ass kicked.

A lot.

Especially if any of the higher ranked marines wanted to scrap when there was no pirates around.

Once he pulled his bruised self out of the heap he was left in, he dragged his sorry behind into the forest to punch trees into mercy until his knuckles cried.

And then blindfolded himself with his thingamajig marine scarf by tying it around his eyes and set his Haki Pendulum into motion and stepped between the thick swinging logs.

And got smacked around constantly by them until his entire body, mainly his torso and head, cried for mercy.

And that summed up his day prior to lunch.

After which, he would repeat it.

All over again.

Alongside training Soru of the Rokushiki. After which, he would drag his tired, beaten and bloody body back to bed to rest and repeat the very next day once again.

Really, it was just a month of his entire body screaming, begging, pleading and crying like a little girl for mercy.

It was probably only because of how superior his new body was, that he hadn't just keeled over and died out of pure exhaustion.

Or pain.

At the very least, he had some results to show for it.

"Hey, you blocked it!" Commodore Yarisugu grinned at him as he pushed down with one hand, large sword in grip.

Kaden, blade in and and both hands grasping his cutlass grit his teeth, arms shaking as he held the huge mans strike back with all his strength.

It wasn't meant to be condescending he was sure, because generally, Yarisugu was only a prick and cruel to pirates.

But…it still felt like it.

With a growl, Kaden pulled his hands down, grinding his cutlass' blade down the mans much larger one and went down with it.

The sheer force behind the mans continued swing as he did, allowed Kaden to propel himself forward with it and kick out, launching a stomp at the much larger mans kneecap.

Which did absolutely nothing.

The man didn't even grunt, his leg only vibrating lightly from the impact at the same time his huge sword slammed into the ground just behind Kaden.

Yarisugu's grin widened, one of his huge meaty hands darting down with a speed that belied his size and gripped Kaden atop the head and bodily picked him up.

And slammed him bodily into the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him and drop his sword.

The ground indented under his back from the force of it even as spittle shot up from his mouth.

Hacking a silent cough, Kaden rolled back just as the huge Commodore tried to stomp down on him.

As he rose back up onto his feet he pushing off, kicking against it rapidly and shooting forward far faster than he usually did.

Only for an arm to slam into his throat and clothesline him. He flipped around the arm and slammed face first into the ground, stunned.

And he did not move.

"U…uh….uuuu…" A feeble, almost whimpering groan escaped him as he tried to regain his breathing.

"Good try, but not quite kid." the queerly dressed Commodore laughed and walked off.

As was custom around here.

Honestly, the place was full of cunts. And he didn't even recognise any of them besides the Commodore, none of the kinder ones that popped up when Smoker and Tashigi transferred to G5.

Most likely because they only ended up there after the War Of The Best.

Rolling himself over, Kaden flopped onto his back and stared up at the as always, dark and rumbling cloudy sky above.

…He'd lasted a whole two minutes against the Commodore this time. Three weeks ago, he hadn't even lasted thirty seconds.

"Pr-pro…progress…yay." he coughed out, laughing tiredly.

At himself.

It took him a good few minutes to get his breath back under control and then find it in him to pull himself up to his feet, propping his body up with his sword all the way like a walking stick.

He stood there on shaky legs, balancing his body on the blade, before taking a deep shuddering breath and pushing himself up fully with a groan and sheathing it at his waist.

"….Yeah, not fun." he winced.

He'd found though…that, the more people he trained against and the stronger, the more his skill seemed to increase.

…Or at the very least, managed to last long enough for it to be considered a spar.

'I fucking hate this place.' he groaned inwardly as he began hobbling away from the training area where multiple marines around him were going at it.

In the past month, he'd pushed himself to the absolute limit and then more. Trained in ways that vastly overshot the scope of training the previous Kaden had went through.

Yet…the gains he'd gotten according to his status screen, were minimal.

Name: Kaden D. Freeman

Strength: 57/500

Endurance: 56/500

Durability: 54/500

Agility: 55.5/500

Hand To Hand Combat: 86/1000

Swordsmanship: 70/1000

Gunmanship: 26/1000

Rokushiki: (0/7)

Haki:

Colour Of Armament: 47/1000

Colour Of Observation: 50/1000

Colour Of The Conqueror: -/1000

Devils Fruit: -​

His physical stats had only increased by a few points each. Which, was a pitiful amount for just how much and hard he'd trained

…If they were linear at least. He couldn't tell to be honest.

He'd noticed when he started sparring as well with the stronger marines, that the numerical value of his skills had shotten up rapidly initially, before slowing down a lot.