"Hehehe, Ryder, you really don't hold back."
"This was his own request. People always have to pay a price to become stronger. He wasted too much time before, so he can only be considered a strong but ordinary person."
Fortunately, I have the will to become stronger, and it's not too late to work hard.
Redfield sat on a stone bench nearby, completely untouched by the mud-covered Tezzolo lying on the ground.
While working in the East Blue, Tesoro's desire for power wasn't as strong. But after he started getting involved in matters concerning the Grand Line, he became increasingly aware of the importance of power.
Piltover's military strength can intimidate others, but that military strength does not equate to his own strength.
Oran himself is not a weakling who can only survive under the protection of others.
Tesoro still wants to protect Stella, and therefore cannot accept becoming weak.
Moreover, the more financial issues Tezzolo encountered, the more he realized the importance of his health.
He even suspected that the reason this position in Piltover had been vacant all along wasn't because there wasn't a single capable person there, but because ordinary people's hearts couldn't handle the deficit.
Physical training was only one aspect; he then tried to find someone to guide him.
Piltover has many strong fighters, each with their own fighting style. Tesoro hopes to find someone of similar size and fighting style to guide him, preferably someone who is also free.
And the strongest of the idlers in Piltover is naturally Redfield.
Empty words couldn't convince Redfield. What ultimately made Redfield decide to take action was that Tezzolo had planned some activities for Redfield, the head of Brooks' supporters.
Redfield was willing to take the time to guide Tesoro, considering that Tesoro was in charge of the kingdom's finances and that he had become somewhat interested in Tesoro's pure love warrior thoughts while reading his mind.
Redfield is actually an outlier; his weapon is an umbrella, but he is ultimately a master of physical combat and his unarmed skills are also quite good, more than enough to instruct Tesoro.
Just now, Redfield was sitting in a chair, holding a wooden stick that was more than three meters long, and giving instructions.
"Brook, don't help him up. Let him lie down for a while. I've already called someone to take care of him."
His perseverance is quite impressive to have lasted this long.
When Brook tried to help him up, Redfield stopped him. Even without using Haki, Tesoro couldn't do anything to Redfield just by relying on his physical reaction.
The stronger one is, the more obvious the subtle differences become; only those at the Emperor level can be considered true powerhouses.
While the high-ranking officers under the Emperor of the Sea may be able to guard a region, it is already quite difficult for them to withstand even a few blows when they encounter the true Emperor of the Sea.
Even with controlled training, Tezzolo is already nearing his limit.
"You really care about this."
"Promises must be kept. Since I promised to train him, it's too late for him to back out now."
Strong people all have their own personalities, and Redfield also takes his promises very seriously.
Just then, the sound of wheels rolling came from the side, and a "cat car" appeared there.
Mechanically powered and driven by a cat, Tesoro was loaded onto the vehicle, which resembled a stretcher, and then headed towards the palace.
Tesoro had clearly lost his ability to move on his own and needed some external force to be sent into the medicine pool.
Training, development, and research are the constant themes of Piltover.
Piltover's population is also on the rise, gradually filling the vacant land.
At the end of the year, Luo graduated with excellent grades, and his information was even sent to Xiong.
Today, Xiong is responsible for recruiting new members to the garrison and promoting outstanding personnel in the military.
Students like Luo, who excel in all subjects, would normally be assigned to elite teams, but Luo is a bit of a special case.
"Are you a medic?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, you, a medic, are not only qualified in medical skills, but also outperformed trainees from other branches in other subjects?"
"Yes, the report card is here."
"You still want to be assigned to the mech team."
"Yes."
Xiong felt that Luo should have pursued further studies as a military doctor given his grades, but Luo had chosen this path himself, and Xiong had no way to dissuade him.
"You're from Frevans, right? Because two power armored teams have been transferred from Frevans, and there's a vacancy in the First Legion. You can go there."
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