Euron looked at the Shigan (Finger Pistol) and Rankyaku (Tempest Kick) from the Six Powers (Rokushiki). He suddenly realized that his current Rokushiki skills, apart from [Geppo] (Moonwalk), were almost complete. He still had 680 Points. Originally, he hadn't planned to use them, but now he wanted to try his luck to see if he could complete the Rokushiki set, so he decided to draw 6 times directly.
[Rokushiki — Geppo (Moonwalk) Lv1] Source: Marines. By kicking the air with powerful leg strength to produce strong buoyancy, one can walk in the air as if climbing stairs. Cannot stay in the air for too long.
Lv1: Can be used once per day. Consumes 10 Stamina Points. Movement distance is 2 meters.
(If Stamina drops below 2, Weakness. Below 1, Coma. At 0, Near-Death.)
[The Empress's Hairpin] Source: Boa Hancock. The hairpin of Boa Hancock, the current Empress of the Pirate Nation Amazon Lily on the Isle of Women, and Captain of the Kuja Pirates, recognized by the world as the "Most Beautiful Woman in the World."
[Special Antidote] Source: Tony Tony Chopper. Effect: After consumption, cures any poison!
[Amiudake Mushroom] A highly toxic mushroom growing in the Drum Kingdom. Chopper mistook it for a panacea that could cure all diseases, but it is actually a deadly poison mushroom. To appreciate Chopper's intention and not disappoint him, despite knowing it was poisonous, Chopper's adoptive father Hiriluk drank the soup made from it, shortening his life from 10 days to just half a day.
Effect: After consumption, your life will be shortened to half a day.
[Senbei (Rice Crackers)] Source: Garp. The snacks of Marine Hero Garp, who once set a record of "eating 156 donuts consecutively."
[Pork Hormone Soup] Source: Sanji. A vitality recipe Sanji learned on Momoiro Island (Kamabakka Kingdom). It can strengthen a patient's constitution and allow the weak to recover stamina quickly.
Good luck—he drew one of the Rokushiki on the first try. After collecting all six powers, the One Piece System prompted: [When all Rokushiki skills are upgraded to Lv10, the skill 'Life Return' (Seimei Kikan) can be awakened.] Getting all six skills to Lv10 was still a long way off, but at least he saw the direction for the next improvement.
The Special Antidote was a life-saving item and had to be kept safe.
Except for the Senbei, which was crunched and eaten, the other items were stored for now.
The fleet docked slowly at the port of Wyl. This castle belonged to House Wyl. Its sigil—a black adder biting its own heel on a yellow field—was clearly visible flapping in the wind.
Lord Derik Wyl personally welcomed them at the port with impeccable etiquette. However, the number of Dornish nobles, warriors, and retinues accompanying them was simply too vast, far exceeding the castle's reception capacity. Most people could only pitch tents in the designated area outside the city, forming a spectacular, continuous campsite.
After arriving, Euron deliberately stayed away from the noisy drinking parties.
Euron had just completed a sixteen-draw streak (10 from previous chapter + 6 here), gaining skills including three of the [Rokushiki]. He knew well that these powerful abilities couldn't be mastered out of thin air; he had to seize every moment to train hard.
[Tekkai] (Iron Body) had been upgraded to Lv7, increasing Strength by 1 and Constitution (Stamina/Body) by 2. These suddenly increased attributes also required time to adapt. The only way to adapt was through hard work, constant exercise, and relentless tempering.
At the edge of the temporary camp outside Wyl, Euron raced against time to throw himself into a new round of ascetic training.
[Shigan] (Finger Pistol): Fingers held together like a knife, condensing all the body's strength and speed into the fingertips, stabbing suddenly towards hard rocks or wooden training stakes with astonishing explosive power.
Every thrust carried a sharp whistle of breaking air; his slender fingers seemed to turn into drills capable of destroying anything.
Although he was still far from the supreme realm of piercing metal and stone, if a body of flesh and blood were to take a direct hit, being easily poked full of holes would be the norm.
[Rankyaku] (Tempest Kick): Sinking his hips and twisting his body, perfectly combining leg strength with the kinetic energy of the waist twist, he whipped out a fierce, blade-like arc kick! Wooden training stakes as thick as a bowl and wide as a palm often snapped at the sound.
[Geppo] (Moonwalk): Leaping into mid-air, relying not on magic or wind but on his feet rapidly stomping the air at a frequency hard for the naked eye to catch. Every stomp triggered a dull sonic boom. relying on this reaction force, he could change direction and move briefly in the air with difficulty but reality. It could only be used once a day, so he could only test it this once, but Euron was very satisfied with the skill's effect.
In actual combat, this single opportunity to suddenly change direction could often alter fate.
At the edge of the vast temporary camp outside Wyl, the noise and feasting were isolated in the distance. Euron discarded all distracting thoughts, throwing himself into a grueling training regimen. To him, the taste of sweat rolling down and strength increasing was far more attractive than the flowing wine and noisy chatter in the tents.
In the open area nearby, Ashara Dayne and Lisa did not join the excitement afar. They stayed quietly by the side, their gentle gazes following the figure sweating under the moonlight and dust.
A quiet, satisfied smile played on Ashara's lips, while Lisa's eyes overflowed with silent support and relief. They watched over him quietly, as if every bit of his progress, every drop of his sweat, transformed into an unspoken happiness permeating the cold night sky.
In the brightly lit center of the banquet far away, Arianne Martell was like the most dazzling star in the night sky, indisputably becoming the focus of the entire ball.
Dressed in a brightly colored gown fitting Dornish style, Arianne spun, her skirt blooming like a desert flower. Her naturally seductive smile and confident, soaring gaze possessed a magnetic magic, naturally attracting countless young nobles to cluster around her like stars holding up the moon.
They vied to invite her to dance and offered gallantries just to win a moment of the Dornish Princess's favor. Laughter and vitality always overflowed around Arianne, forming a sharp contrast with the silent, ascetic training scene at the edge of the camp.
The next day, the group continued north along the ancient Boneway winding between hills and desert, arriving at the ruins of Summerhall.
This was no pleasant tourist destination. It was once the summer palace of House Targaryen, but now only scorched, broken walls and desolate courtyards met the eye. The air still seemed filled with the scent of invisible ash and sorrow, silence suffocating the place.
These ruins bore the weight of a profound kingdom tragedy.
In the past, a King, along with his many knights and nobles, perished here in a sudden, terrifying fire during a celebration.
Even more ironically fated, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen—the silver-haired prince who seemed born carrying prophecies and heaviness—was born on the very night this catastrophe occurred. His first cry rang out simultaneously with the collapse of the palace and the wails of countless people; life and death completed a grotesque overlap here.
When the tragic past of Summerhall was mentioned, and those around were immersed in the heaviness of history and the sorrow of fate, Princess Elia Martell's face showed not the slightest ripple.
Elia's exquisite features were like a mask covered in frost, shrouded in indifference. It was as if the glory, disaster, and fate of House Targaryen were merely ancient legends of a distant foreign land, having absolutely nothing to do with her, or with Dorne.
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