I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"One two one, one two one..."

The sky was slightly brighter, and a ray of morning light streaked across the horizon. Barry led the team. Thirty students from the training camp lined up neatly and were doing morning exercises on the beach.

The goal is twenty round trips, about forty kilometers. This is an appetizer for the training camp. After completing the training, a dedicated chef will design a nutritious meal for them to ensure that they train at a high intensity throughout the day.

Carrying a full hundred kilograms of weight on their bodies, their voices were loud and integrated, and they looked ahead. They were elites. There was no room for sloppiness in terms of momentum and mental outlook.

zizi~

Suddenly there was a strange sound in the ears of the elite class, like two wooden boards rubbing against each other. Although the sound was not loud, they were elites, and sharp five senses were standard for elites.

The sea breeze roars around you, rolling up white waves. Not far away, there are towering rocks and mountains. Are there towering rocks and mountains?

This is a beach, why are there rocks?

Barry was suspicious and did not stop. He just lowered his head slightly and exchanged glances with the others.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, but it seems like the mountains ahead are moving."

"The mountain is moving? Are you kidding? How can the mountain move?"

zizi~

The sound of the wooden planks rubbing against each other became louder, and the mountain in front was really moving.

Zefa stood next to the rocks with his arms folded on his chest, glanced at the slowly moving rock mountains, and then turned to look at them with an expressionless face.

Barry and the others were even more confused.

"Speed ​​up, is there something wrong with that mountain?"

"Yes."

"One two one, one two one..."

The slogans of the elite class became louder, and their momentum moved forward, like a sharp knife, silently increasing the speed.

After passing through the rocky mountain, Barry and the others' hearts suddenly lifted, and their eyes unconsciously glanced aside.

hiss~

Everyone took a breath in unison.

"Sith?"

The people in the elite class were stunned. Even the chanting stopped. Only their legs were still moving forward like inertia. However, the elites were still elites. Even if they were stunned, their steps were still neat and there was no chaos in the team. the meaning of.

"What is that guy doing? Is he dragging the mountain away?" The eyelids of several people suddenly blinked, and there was a chill from their heels to the top of their heads.

"Calm down, please stay calm. This may be the Sith's enchantment formation, or the silver pewter gun head. Don't be frightened by it."

"Yes, yes, that's right. How can a normal person pull a mountain away?"

"..."

The few people made eye contact for a while, and the hearts that were originally raised in their throats calmed down a little, but even so, their doubts about Yanshan were not dispelled at all, but instead lingered firmly in their hearts.

As for Sith, he didn't have time to care about the elite class passing by. His thoughts were all on the rocky mountain.

Pulling on the chain, all the muscles in his body were trembling, black and red flames were flying behind him, and every step he took left a deep footprint on the beach.

Taking two deep, rhythmic breaths, even Sith himself was shocked by his potential. He actually pulled this giant mountain almost a hundred meters away.

"Finally walk another fifty meters."

Zefa stared at Sith, nodded with satisfaction, and shouted to him.

Sith nodded, but did not look towards Zefa. He just buried his head and continued to move forward.

fifty meters,

Forty meters,

Thirty meters,

……

The last meter.

Snapped!

Sith collapsed directly to the ground and fell to the ground, panting heavily. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of sweat.

Grinning, Sith's face was full of smiles, and he pointed a finger at the sky. He could already feel Zefa's breath.

"How's it going? Teacher Zefa, how am I doing? I dragged this thing for one hundred and fifty meters, how's Bisakaski doing?"

Zefa stared at Sith's face closely, as if looking at a fine rough stone, his eyes were full of heat, and he nodded.

"Very good. At your age, you are definitely a monster, but compared to Sakaski, you are still worse."

"Impossible, I don't believe that Sakaski is really that much better than me?" Sith swallowed, forced himself to shake his head.

Zefa pursed his lips. He didn’t know what it was like for a moment. His most outstanding disciple was now looking for an opponent from history. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad. After all, Sakaski still had Porusalino, while Sis couldn't find an opponent in this elite class.

After taking a long breath, Zefa squatted in front of Sith and touched his head.

"Sakaski is different from you. He has plenty of time. He doesn't need to put in stupid efforts like you."

"what?"

Listening, Sith's expression suddenly froze, and the smile froze on his face.

"Okay, stop talking, clean up and get ready for dinner."

After saying that, Zefa picked up Sith and threw him over his shoulder. He picked him up and walked to the canteen on the island.

The elite class is the elite that the Navy collects from various units. Regardless of their personal strength, they are nominally the best elites in the Navy. They enjoy the best conditions and treatment in the Navy. Even general-level officers may not have the same treatment as them. good.

There are thirty of them, and each of them is equipped with seven or eight dedicated chefs, who design their own nutritious meals for them.

Sith had just arrived, so of course there was no cook, so he ate with Zefa.

Compared with the meals of normal students, Zefa's meals are much more monotonous. Except for rice, a soup, and a few slices of green vegetables, the rest is all cartoon meat.

Holding the bone in his hand, Sith took a big bite, his mouth full of oil. The consumption in the morning was too much. He now felt that he could eat a whole Neptune.

After swallowing a large piece of meat, he suddenly felt like he was becoming less and less human. At least his stomach didn't look like one. After eating so much, he didn't feel full at all, and his whole body was steaming. While eating, his body was digesting quickly.

Zefa sat on the side with a large glass of beer in his hand. He ate much more gracefully than the Sith, and began to recall the past again.

Sis couldn't help but raise his head and give him a slightly sideways glance. Sure enough, he turned into an old man. This was clearly what the old man did.

"When I first took over here, there were so many things on the island, like private nutritious meals, but there were none at that time. This person is tired, shouldn't he eat meat? Put science on his lips every day , and I don’t think they have trained any powerful characters. If the conditions are a little more difficult, wouldn’t Kuzan and the others still be able to fight?”

"Uh-huh…"

Sith was biting meat in his mouth. He was not a rubber man, he was at most a banana ninja. He had been speechless for a long time and could only watch Zefa nodded perfunctorily.

And while they were eating, a large group of people had gathered early at the beach where Sith had just practiced. They were all students in the elite class.