Novel Full Chapter 409: You’ve Graduated
Chapter 409: Chapter 409: You’ve Graduated
On the ship, the sharp sound of repeated impacts still rang out—Chopper was desperately defending against Vir’s relentless attacks.
Fist met flesh with brutal impact.
The surrounding air rippled with shockwaves, strong enough to send the onlookers—especially the starry-eyed Shirahoshi—staggering backward, her skirt fluttering wildly.
Her expression was one of sheer astonishment.
This was her first time witnessing their training. Initially, Vir had invited her to watch, knowing that Chopper’s constant need for treatment would surely generate a flood of negative emotional points from her.
But she hadn’t come.
She claimed she wasn’t interested.
And later, when she heard Chopper’s blood-curdling screams, she outright refused.
Vir hadn’t forced her.
But today, after half an hour without a single scream, she finally mustered the courage to observe.
Chopper remained blindfolded—though at this point, it hardly mattered.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dodge Vir’s strikes.
His Observation Haki and speed were still leagues behind.
Since evasion was impossible, all he could do was block.
After swallowing a Rumble Ball, Chopper shifted into his defensive form.
Normally, this would cause his fur to puff up entirely, but now, he could selectively thicken specific patches.
This not only enhanced his defense but also allowed unimpeded movement.
Vir’s fists kept pounding into Chopper’s arms.
Chopper struggled to raise his limbs and block each hit.
Vir didn’t hold back—his blows were merciless.
But thanks to Chopper’s fur defense, his Armament Haki, and his naturally durable body, Vir hadn’t been able to cause any critical injuries so far.
He was barely holding on.
Back when Chopper had first gone berserk after consuming twenty Rumble Balls, Vir had spent a fortune on a special serum for him—one that granted 50% pain reduction.
At the time, Chopper wasn’t strong, so the boost was absolute.
If Vir had used it himself, the increase might’ve been negligible—single digits at best.
But now, that 50% reduction was proving invaluable.
Every one of Vir’s punches carried the force of a Vice Admiral’s strike.
Yet Chopper had withstood them for half an hour straight.
Even with his arms visibly fractured and bent, he refused to fall.
An absolute tank.
And under Vir’s relentless assault, Chopper’s Armament Haki had improved—slightly, but undeniably.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 50,000 negative points!]
Shirahoshi, watching from the sidelines, paled as Vir continued pummeling Chopper despite his mangled arms.
She never imagined the little reindeer could be this strong.
She’d assumed he was just a pet, yet here he was, holding his own against Vir.
It was unbelievable.
Even Vir’s disciple was this powerful? And he was a doctor, too—was medicine secretly a combat profession?
Aside from the doctors of Fish-Man Island, every other physician she’d met seemed absurdly strong.
Just as Shirahoshi was lost in thought, Vir finally ceased his onslaught.
Wiping his bloodied hands, he plopped onto the deck chair beside her and took a long swig of ice-cold cola.
“Ahhh! Refreshing!”
Dabbing invisible sweat from his brow, Vir sprawled out exhaustedly.
“Whew! I’m spent. Being a teacher is exhausting.”
Basking in the warm sunlight, he mused that this lifestyle wasn’t half bad.
Maybe after retirement, he’d become an instructor.
If nothing else, beating the snot out of his disciple was immensely satisfying.
Glancing at Shirahoshi, he lazily asked, “Hey, Shirahoshi, where are we now?”
Snapping to attention, she hurriedly pulled out a nautical chart from her bosom, scanned it, then rushed to the railing to survey the surroundings.
“Big Bro Vir~! We’re only thirteen kilometers from your marked location. We’ll arrive soon!”
Vir grinned at her earnest report.
“Good job.”
Shirahoshi beamed at the praise.
From the very first day of their voyage, Vir had noticed her uncanny navigational talent.
She could pinpoint their location with eerie precision—no Log Pose needed.
If he wanted, she could probably guide him straight to Laugh Tale…
Assuming they had a map.
Now that their destination was near, Vir moved to treat Chopper, ensuring he’d be in top condition for his new mentor.
What? You’re wondering why Vir, who’s such a great teacher, isn’t continuing to train him?
Simple—Chopper had hit his limit.
Vir had squeezed out every drop of his potential, but his current body couldn’t progress further without gradual physical conditioning.
For that, Whitebeard’s crew might be better suited.
But just as Vir approached, he paused.
Chopper was already treating himself.
In one swift motion, he drew the axe from his waist and—shink!—split his grotesquely bent forearm down the middle.
Blood gushed, but Chopper didn’t flinch.
With his less-injured right hand, he reached into the wound, realigning the shattered bones with a sickening crunch.
Temporary stabilization—nothing more.
Next, he produced a small vial of pitch-black liquid, faint green fumes rising from it.
Prying the flesh open, he exposed the cracked bone and carefully poured the liquid over it.
The sinister substance vanished on contact.
Moments later, the fractured bone fused together seamlessly—even hardening further.
Expression unchanging, Chopper sutured the wound one-handed, then sprayed an unknown solution over it.
Done. Full functionality restored.
He repeated the process on his right arm, then stowed his tools.
The spray accelerated tissue regeneration—within a day, the wound would heal completely. Minor injuries? Gone in half an hour.
Vir watched, momentarily stunned, before reclining again with a satisfied smirk.
In his mind, he thought, “This kid is finally ready to graduate. All those lessons paid off.”