Bellamy's current Six Powers training progress:
Shave: Proficient - Modified: Godspeed Shave. Godspeed Shave: Covers 200 meters in a single step, with the ability to change direction freely within a 200-meter radius.(Speed of sound: Approximately 340 m/s at 1 standard atmosphere and 15°C)Moon Walk: Mastered - Modified: None (yet)Tempest Kick: Not yet mastered.Iron Body: Not yet mastered.Finger Pistol: Not yet mastered.Paper Drawing: Not yet mastered.
After three months of being "out of it," his physical training had fallen behind, let alone his Six Powers. According to Bellamy's original training plan, he should have nearly mastered the Six Powers by now.
It was already December, the year was almost over, and Luffy's departure was drawing ever closer. The most chaotic period of the Great Pirate Era was about to begin. He needed to pick up the pace.
"I'm pushing you all like this for your own good!"
Minion Island, at the edge of the forest.
Bellamy held a whip, cracking it through the air.
"Don't stop! As long as I haven't stopped, you don't stop."
Without his supervision for the past three months, everyone except Drake had been slacking off. After a quick check of their progress, Bellamy was furious. And thus, the current scene.
The devilish training regimen: Wake up at 4 AM, start with a slow jog, and simultaneously practice dodging.
Rest and eat lunch.
Time limit: 15 minutes.
Depending on the individual, add weights and run 100 kilometers, completely exhausting all stamina.
In the evening: Recover, eat, and soak in medicinal baths.
Time limit: 30 minutes.
At night, begin Iron Body training.
Pair up and strike each other with iron rods. Bellamy and Drake, Muret and Mia.
Ross, whose Iron Body was nearing mastery, was to practice by slamming himself against rocks.
Continue until covered in bruises, then Muret would apply ointment, and everyone would go to sleep.
This was the training plan Bellamy had devised for them. A non-stop cycle, with no time to breathe except for eating, sleeping, and brief recovery periods. He was determined to push their stamina, energy, and willpower to their absolute limits.
If he was this demanding of his subordinates, his own training was, naturally, even more brutal.
He wore weights 24/7, all over his body, even on his fingers. He trained until midnight every day. After everyone else had gone to bed, he continued to study the other Six Powers techniques alone.
He woke up before 4 AM to warm up and prepare the day's training plan.
This level of ultra-high-intensity training would make even an iron man tremble.
After a few days, Muret broke down, refusing to get out of bed in the morning. Her rebellion inspired the others to stage a collective strike. Even Drake felt that Bellamy's training plan was a bit too extreme. They were human, not machines; they needed rest, didn't they?
Bellamy didn't say much in response. He simply led them to the edge of the forest.
"I know you're all probably feeling a lot of resentment right now, and I understand."
But since they'd chosen to become pirates, they had to shed this sweat. At least in the Bellamy Pirates, he wouldn't allow his subordinates to be too weak. Too weak to even withstand the wind from his punch? Unacceptable!
Bellamy took off his shirt, clenched his right fist, and slowly lowered himself into a half-squat.
"Watch closely."
"First Gear... Springman!"
As he spoke, a plume of steam erupted from the top of his head. In an instant, Bellamy's entire body turned bright red, and a scorching current of air surged from his body, kicking up a hot wind across the clearing.
Although they didn't know what their captain was planning, the sheer intensity of his aura forced them to take a few steps back. Only Drake, seemingly sensing Bellamy's intention, moved forward instead of retreating, wanting to get a clearer view.
Not bad, for someone I've got my eye on. Bellamy grinned at him. "Watch carefully, you little punk." Not everyone got the chance to see him throw this punch up close.
Bellamy held his left hand against his abdomen, his right hand loosely clenched in front of him.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
He slowly adjusted his body to achieve perfect harmony – the rhythm of his heartbeat, the flow of his blood, the alignment of his bones and muscles, blood vessels and fascia.
Concentrating all his power into one, his right hand abruptly transformed into a tiger claw.
In that instant, the air seemed to solidify. Drake, being the closest, saw it clearly: the air in Bellamy's palm rippled like water as he formed the claw.
What terrifying power!
Just as Drake's heart pounded with shock, the tiger claw suddenly clenched tight, forming a complete fist. Faintly, a thunderous boom seemed to emanate from within the fist.
The next second, a roar echoed through the sky.
"Shatter! Sky!"
To show his companions just how weak they were, Bellamy unleashed a full-power Shatter the Sky right in front of them. He would use this punch to wake them up completely.
The instant the punch was thrown, the air in front of him began to distort violently, followed by a furious tremor in the sky and the earth. The intense friction of the air generated extreme heat. Where the wind from his punch passed, entire swathes of trees burst into flames, becoming torches.
With an earth-shattering roar, a shockwave swept across the landscape, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
After a long while, the dust settled, revealing a gigantic crater in the ground.
Bellamy slowly retracted his fist and exhaled a long breath. "Drake, put out the fire."
The wind from his punch had ignited the surrounding forest.
"Yes, Captain."
After that punch, the look in Drake's eyes had changed significantly. Bellamy could sense a distinct increase in awe.
Compared to Drake, who had been somewhat mentally prepared, the others were frozen in place, questioning their very existence. It was the first time they'd realized that a human could be this strong.
Bellamy's strength had always been impressive, but it had remained within the realm of normal human capabilities. Now, however, looking at the burning forest and the enormous crater, they opened their mouths, their eyes filled with bewilderment.
The captain they knew, yet didn't, had become, in their eyes, a true monster.
Not long after, Drake extinguished the fire, and they finally processed everything.
Bellamy turned his gaze to his ship's doctor. "Muret, I know the training is tough, and you're just a doctor."
"But I won't allow my subordinates to be fragile."
"If you can't even withstand a little residual force from my attacks, then you don't have the right to sail with me."
His words were harsh, and his tone was serious. He wasn't just saying this; he meant it.
"If you can't handle even this level of training, then please leave my crew."
The others were shocked by Bellamy's ruthlessness.
Muret's face turned pale.
But there were some things Bellamy needed to make clear now. It would be too late once they were out at sea.
"I said this a long time ago: setting sail isn't a game."
"It seems you didn't take my words to heart."
"Fine, then I'll say it again."
"Setting sail isn't a game. I won't allow my subordinates to be weak."
Bellamy raised a finger. "At least..."
"At least strong enough to withstand the wind from my punches." He pointed to the huge crater.
"If you can't do that, I'll give you five million Berries as severance pay."
"We'll part ways amicably."
"Now tell me, Muret, can you do it?"
This question wasn't just directed at Muret; it was for all his subordinates.
"We can do it, Captain!" Mia shouted in her stead.
Her voice seemed to give the others courage. They exchanged glances and voiced their answers.
"No problem, Captain."
"Same here, Boss!"
"In that case, what are we waiting for?"
"Devilish training, begin!"
Amidst a chorus of groans, the Bellamy Pirates took their firmest step yet since their formation.