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Ain approached Zephyr with a bright smile, her voice tinged with excitement. "Teacher Zephyr, are you thinking of taking him as your disciple?"

Zephyr's gaze remained fixed on Lucas, who was locked in a fierce exchange with Garp. The elder marine let out a quiet sigh before nodding. "That's right. I wanted him to be my last disciple and have him join the Pirate Guerrilla Team to refine his skills."

Ain offered eagerly, "Mr. Garp seems to be recruiting him as well. Would you like me to help persuade him?"

Zephyr turned his head slightly, eyeing her with an amused half-smile. "Why, has our Marine Flower taken an interest in him?"

Ain's cheeks flushed, and she immediately fell silent, looking away in embarrassment.

Zephyr chuckled softly before his expression turned serious. "That was my original idea, but now... I've changed my mind."

Surprised, Ain asked, "Why?"

Zephyr tilted his chin toward the battle unfolding before them. "Look at him," he said. "I have nothing left to teach him. He's already qualified to be called a master."

Ain's eyes widened as she studied Lucas. He moved with remarkable precision, seamlessly countering Garp's blows. Despite the overwhelming power of his opponent, he only grew more composed and determined. Zephyr, the famed 'Black Arm' Zephyr, had to admit that Lucas had already surpassed the need for a mentor.

"Is he... a monster?" Ain muttered in disbelief.

Zephyr smiled knowingly. "There's no shortage of monsters in this world. The sea breeds them constantly. But a prodigy who grows this strong at such a young age? That's a rarity."

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Boom!

The clash of fists sent shockwaves through the air. Garp grinned as he stepped back, noting Lucas's waning stamina. "Not bad, kid. Give it another two years of training, and you'll have the strength of a Marine Admiral."

Silence followed.

The marines watching the match were frozen in place. Did they hear that correctly?

A fresh recruit, possessing Admiral-level strength in just two years?

Had anyone else made such a claim, the Marine officers would have scoffed. But this was Garp—the Hero of the Marines—speaking. A man who once battled side by side with legends, a force of nature whose strength rivaled even the Admirals. If he said it, they believed it.

However, Lucas only smirked. He straightened his posture, taking a deep breath. Instantly, his muscles tensed, and a crackling sound echoed from within his body. A new surge of energy radiated from him.

"Two years? It won't take that long!"

Garp's eyes widened. "You—?!"

Even the seasoned marine was taken aback. How was this possible?

He couldn't have known that Lucas possessed not just one but four advanced-level talents, along with an intermediate one, elevating his physique to an entirely different tier. His recovery ability was monstrous, almost unnatural.

Just look at Straw Hat Luffy—his absurd healing capabilities allowed him to bounce back from near-death simply by eating a meal and sleeping. And yet, Luffy's talent was only at an advanced level. Lucas? He was a whole tier beyond that.

With just a breath, his body had restored itself. The fatigue, the damage, the accumulated strain from fighting Garp—it was all melting away. Not only that, but every injury he had sustained pushed his body to adapt, making him even stronger.

Garp couldn't help but grumble, "Kid, your physique is downright unfair! If you're this durable already, your real strength should be even higher than what you've shown."

He scrutinized Lucas with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Lucas simply shook his head, unwilling to explain. Some things were better left a mystery.

What was he supposed to say? That he had just obtained an overwhelming talent boost? That would only raise more questions. It was easier to let others speculate and come to their own conclusions.

Taking a step forward, Lucas met Garp's gaze with unwavering confidence. "Mr. Garp, do you still want to be my teacher? Because I'm not looking for a mentor—I want an equal match."

For a moment, Garp was silent. Then, a booming laugh erupted from his chest. "Hah! That's easy. I'll be your sparring partner instead!"

The old marine grinned before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You know... your fighting style feels familiar. It reminds me of an old friend. A shame he's no longer around."

Somewhere, across the sea, a certain chat group fell into a brief silence.

Whitebeard: "..."

Lucas smirked to himself. He had been using techniques that mimicked Whitebeard's martial prowess. It wasn't surprising that Garp, an old rival, had picked up on it.

Lucas: "Heh. Good thing I didn't use swordsmanship against him, or he'd feel even more nostalgic."

Golden Lion Shiki: "You mean using Roger's sword techniques to duel Garp? Now that would be a sight."

Lucas: "No way! That's a terrible idea. He'd recognize it instantly. Garp's attachment to Roger isn't any less than yours, you know."

Golden Lion Shiki: "..."

Damn it! Why did he always have to bring up Roger? Couldn't he let a man have some dignity?

Whitebeard: "Gurarara! You're not worried he'll see through my fighting style?"

Lucas: "Not really. Garp doesn't have any sentimental attachment to you."

Whitebeard: "..."

Damn brat!

He should have known better than to engage in banter with Lucas. That kid had a way of making even the strongest men lose their patience.

Lucas: "Just kidding! Your fighting style relies heavily on the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. As long as I don't use its power, Garp won't be able to connect the dots. At most, he'll just think my technique is slightly familiar."

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