"Claim reward," Reno muttered.
The negative effects were gone. After another unforgettable "lesson," he felt refreshed—yet again.
New experience: +1.
He had to admit—regardless of whether they were hesitant at first or enthusiastic from the start—every woman he'd trained ended up reacting the exact same way after a few hours.
Those who know, know.
[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received the Three-Color Haki Training Manual.]
Wait… what?
Reno raised a brow.
Could this actually let someone master all three types of Haki?!
He quickly flipped to the system's annotation page.
①: The manual is optimized to rapidly improve mastery and quality of all three types of Haki.
Observation Haki: Cultivated through meditative training
Armament Haki: Developed through tempering exercises
Conqueror's Haki: Sharpened via dream-state immersion
②: This manual is applicable to anyone who has awakened at least one type of Haki.
When Reno finished reading, his heart surged with joy.
In simple terms—this thing turned long, painful Haki training into a speedrun.
He could fast-track the development of:
Observation Haki's "Future Sight" and even the legendary "Voice of All Things"
Armament Haki's "Internal Destruction"
And most broken of all—Conqueror's Haki infusion and "Observation-Killer" (aka "future-denial")
But what really excited him was the dream training method for Conqueror's Haki.
Train while sleeping? Count him in!
He currently had twenty Conqueror Haki fruits. That meant twenty girls in his crew could awaken it.
Twenty girls, twenty Conqueror's Haki wielders?!
And with the training manual…
Conqueror Infusion? Future-denial? Mass stun AoE?
He wasn't just building a pirate crew—he was creating a damn Haki battalion.
Even in the One Piece world, finding more than ten Conqueror's Haki users was rare. But Reno?
He'd have twenty.
Shanks who? Observation-denial wouldn't be his signature move for long.
"All right," Reno grinned like a child handed the keys to heaven. "Time to start training."
Also time to go to sleep.
The Next Morning – Dining Table, Going Merry
With the addition of Vivi and Valentine, the once-spacious dining table now felt a bit cramped.
"Karumen," Reno said between bites, "once we reach Alabasta, remind me to get a bigger table."
"There's going to be more girls joining in the future."
Karumen smiled sweetly. "Aye aye, captain."
Once the meal was over, Reno pulled out a thick manual and placed it on the table with a smirk.
"Here. This is for all of you."
"It'll help you master your Haki faster and better. Follow the methods and you'll see results."
The girls exchanged curious glances, then opened the manual.
"Predict the future?!" Kaya gasped, eyes wide.
"What the hell is 'hearing people's thoughts' supposed to mean?" Nami added, looking skeptical.
Observation Haki was scary enough—but mind-reading?
"Wait a sec," Nami snapped, glaring at Reno suspiciously. "Reno… you didn't already learn this, right?!"
"What if you've been eavesdropping on our thoughts all along?!"
Kaya immediately stiffened.
She wasn't that innocent. If he could hear her inner fantasies, this was a problem.
"Yeah," Nami narrowed her eyes. "Confess. Have you been snooping in our heads?!"
Reno raised his hands, smiling smugly. "Not yet."
"But seriously, do I even need to read your thoughts? You all already tell me everything... when we're... you know."
He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully.
Silence.
The girls blushed furiously. Kaya covered her face. Vivi looked away. Valentine nearly buried her head in her food.
Damn it! Why did they bring it up?!
They couldn't beat Reno in a fight... and now they couldn't win in banter either.
They were destined to be bullied by this man forever.
Meanwhile – On Ancient Island (Taikū no Shima)
A tall, skinny man with a giant "3" on his head sipped tea on a beach chair, basking in the sun.
"Ahh~ Only top agents like me get to enjoy such a luxurious vacation," he sighed. "Poor fools in the lower ranks are probably still running errands for the boss."
Beside him, a petite girl sat silently, reading through documents.
"Mr. 3," she said blandly.
"Shhh!!" the man hissed, waving frantically. "Miss Goldenweek! Don't say my name so loudly in public!"
He dramatically flicked the number "3" on his head.
Goldenweek glanced at the giant "3" literally branded on his scalp.
Obvious much? she thought.
He's calling me unprofessional when he's walking around like a human neon sign.
"What are you even reading?" Mr. 3 asked, glancing over.
Goldenweek calmly handed him a mission brief.
"Mission from the boss," she said flatly.
Mr. 3 took it lazily—then spit out his tea in shock.
"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"If we screw this up, the boss will kill us both!"
Eyes flying across the paper, he absorbed the contents in seconds.
Mr. 5: Deceased.
Miss Valentine: Defected.
"Those losers!" he scoffed. "No brains, no power."
"She thinks she can escape the boss's grasp? Dream on."
Mr. 3 smirked darkly.
"Looks like it's up to me to clean up the mess and earn a promotion."
He was already picturing himself replacing Mr. 1.
"Come on, Miss Goldenweek," he said, standing up. "We've got work to do."
🔹 Next target: Reno and his growing harem of overpowered pirates.
🔹 Next reward: another "lesson," another recruit.