One Piece: Signing In as a Pirate Begins with Roger's Execution

"Uncle Karl, be gentle…"

"No, don't touch there…"

"Hsss~~~"

"Ow, that hurts…"

"Ahhh!"

In the naval branch office at Loguetown.

Karl was giving Nami and Smoker massages.

The two had injured themselves attempting to train in the Six Powers of the Navy, overestimating their capabilities.

Now both of them had strained calf muscles—an unfortunate and painful predicament.

Since Bellemere didn't know how to give massages and the branch's medics weren't skilled in this area either, Karl had no choice but to step in personally.

"Quiet down! If you keep making noise, I'm leaving you to deal with the pain yourselves!" Karl admonished, giving Nami a light flick on the head.

Among the two, Nami was the loudest. Then again, her injuries were also the most severe.

While both Nami and Nojiko showed promise, as evidenced by their talents in the original storyline, their physical capabilities didn't compare to Luffy or Ace's monstrous physiques.

At best, their talents could be considered above average. Moreover, at their young age, they were not suited for such intense training regimens.

Bellemere wasn't well-versed in training protocols, so she had allowed them to train unsupervised, leading to this situation.

"Bellemere, you'll need to be more careful from now on. Avoid letting them engage in high-intensity training before they turn ten.

"They're girls, and naturally not as physically strong as boys. Even for boys, pushing them too hard at this age isn't a good idea—unless they're freaks of nature like Ace. Please take this into account."

"I understand, Commodore Karl. I'll be more mindful in the future," Bellemere said apologetically, then began learning massage techniques alongside Karl.

Karl's massage technique was something he'd picked up from the medical unit at headquarters.

As a child, Karl was a frequent visitor to the Navy's medical corps because of the countless beatings he endured during training with Garp.

Muscle strains and injuries were routine for him, so the medics eventually taught him a set of massage techniques for treating such ailments.

Over time, Karl picked up many useful skills.

"Bellemere, I'll leave the coordination task with Isshin Dojo to you.

"I've already spoken with Koushirou, and Kuina will be coming over soon for Navy training.

"When she arrives, have Nami and Makino join her in practicing swordsmanship. Compared to pure physical training, they're more suited to kendo.

"Even if they don't become swordmasters, they can pivot to other weapon-based combat styles, which is far better than close-quarters brawling. Hand-to-hand combat isn't very graceful for young ladies."

Karl spoke casually, not realizing the impact of his words.

Bellemere, however, was left dumbstruck by his last remark, staring blankly into space and forgetting to respond.

"Bellemere? What's on your mind?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing! I was just lost in thought. Don't worry, I'll handle it!" Bellemere snapped back to attention, quickly assuring Karl.

Nami and Nojiko, lying facedown on Karl's lap, trembled slightly as hints of redness appeared on their faces.

Karl's technique was remarkable.

After the initial pain subsided, a deep sense of relief and comfort washed over them.

Under Karl's skilled hands, they had completely surrendered.

In the following days, Karl conducted a brief inspection of Loguetown, reviewed the state of the East Blue, and gave some pointers to the local soldiers.

The East Blue had become remarkably peaceful. Weeks, even months, might pass without the appearance of a single pirate ship.

This tranquility was thanks to Karl's previous efforts.

Subsequently, Buggy and Smoker had brought order to the region, ensuring that Loguetown received immediate alerts whenever pirates appeared.

The East Blue was now the most peaceful of all the seas.

During his stay, Karl also recorded the dressmaking techniques he'd learned from Perona.

Makino was particularly interested in this skill. She sought out Karl daily to learn, and her progress was astonishing—within days, she was already crafting dresses.

This newfound ability gradually transformed Karl's macho image in the minds of the two young girls, who now saw him as a warm and nurturing figure.

After a short stay, Karl bid farewell to Bellemere and the two girls, setting off for Windmill Village.

Having been delayed for so many days, Karl was finally about to meet his little nephew.

The distance from Loguetown to Windmill Village wasn't far.

Flying at full speed, Karl arrived at Makino's bar in less than half a day.

When he saw Makino standing at the entrance, he immediately gave her a bear hug.

"Haha! Long time no see!"

"Ah!!!"

Karl instinctively picked up Makino and spun her around in circles before setting her down.

Standing before him was Makino, now nearly 170 cm tall. Karl ruffled her hair gently, helping her regain her composure.

"Don't be scared—it's me, I'm back."

Makino, startled at first, needed a moment to recover.

Then, with a puffed-up face, she stomped on Karl's foot and pouted.

"You idiot! You finally decided to come back!"

Makino, still fuming, turned to head back into the bar.

But before she could retreat, a group of villagers, led by Dadan, burst out of the bar, holding bottles in hand.

"Who dares bully Makino?!"

"Anyone messing with Makino is gonna regret it!"

The villagers rushed out, only to see Makino pouting and the familiar figure of Karl in his Navy uniform standing beside her. Their eyes widened in recognition.

"Hey! Long time no see!" Karl greeted them cheerfully.

The villagers awkwardly waved back, then swarmed him, dragging him a few meters away.

"You brat, you're finally back!"

"We heard you were under house arrest—we've been worried for five years!"

"Kid, it's good to have you back. As long as you're safe, that's what matters!"

The villagers warmly embraced Karl, with several young women clinging to his arms and refusing to let go.

Karl tried to extricate himself, but the enthusiastic crowd was too much. Not wanting to hurt anyone, he could only stand there awkwardly.

Makino watched this scene, her face flushing red while her expression gradually cooled.

Nearby, Dadan slammed her spiked club into the ground, chewing on a toothpick as she spoke gruffly.

"What are you all doing? He's not dead—what's there to worry about?

"Get out of here! The two of them haven't seen each other in five years, and you're ruining the mood!"

At Dadan's command, the villagers quickly stepped back, leaving a one-meter-wide space around Karl and Makino.

A few children still clung to Karl's legs, pleading for stories, but their parents soon carried them away.

Finally, Karl could breathe.

"Dadan! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

But while the crowd had dispersed, Makino's anger hadn't. Blushing, she shot Karl an annoyed glance before stomping back into the bar.

Karl scratched his head awkwardly as Dadan gave him a look of exasperated disappointment.

At that moment, loud noises erupted from inside the bar, followed by a familiar voice.

"Who made Makino mad?!"

"Show yourself! I'll send you flying personally!"

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