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Before long, six months had flown by.
Throughout that half year, Daren continued wearing the Seastone shackles. In the mornings, he trained with Garp at the abandoned port, throwing punches until his arms went numb. In the afternoons, he worked on developing his Observation Haki—under the constant "group beatdowns" from his fellow trainees at the camp.
As for the evenings... well, those weren't up to him.
Sometimes it was Gion. Sometimes it was Toki. And sometimes, ...
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