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The spring is cold and the morning light is faint.

Vashto stood up from the bed and looked out the window with a slight smile on his face.

Finally, we have infiltrated the interior of this terrifying behemoth, the Navy.

In fact, he did not have much aversion to the navy. Like Heisenberg, he believed that even the most shabby order was much better than chaos.

I didn't want to join the navy passively and artificially, but the first thing he did when he woke up was to express his enthusiasm for joining the navy to Zhan Guo who was guarding his bedside.

With tears in his eyes, Sengoku hugged him and promised him that he would definitely take him into the navy.

His judgment of human nature is not as dark as Heisenberg's. In order to bewitch the original Vashto, he portrayed Zhan Guo as a ruthless conspirator. He prefers to show sincerity in exchange for sincerity, and then pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

"Hey? Why are you up? General Zhan Guo told you to have a good rest, so don't move around. If you want to eat or do anything, just tell me."

Dr. Jonah, who was assigned by Zhan Guo to take care of Vashto, quickly helped Vashto lie down on the bed.

Although the other person looked almost the same as a honey badger, after spending these days together, he could tell that he definitely had a human core. As for how he became like this, that was not something a small nursing doctor like him could ask about.

He only needed to know that the other party's identity was not simple. He was sent by the Warring States general himself. Maybe he was the second generation of a general, or more likely the illegitimate son of the Warring States general.

No matter what, just lick each other well, no, just take good care of each other.

"Um, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Did the movement just now affect your wound? Do you need me to massage you?"

Dr. Jonah asked with concern.

Vashto touched his deflated belly. In order to help him disguise himself better, Heisenberg asked him to set up a room in that soul space that was the same as the one in the research institute. He also "helped" him to simulate the predicament in his secret confession one by one, and did some tricks on Vashto's body to prevent him from being seen through.

The mysterious blood in his body had been healing him, but that guy was so ruthless that he only recovered today.

It's time to have a big meal.

"Come with me to the cafeteria to eat. I will eat a lot this time, so I won't bother you to bring me food. You will be exhausted."

Having made up his mind, Vashto jumped up from the bed, and Dr. Jonah next to him was horrified.

What kind of evil is this little ancestor going to do?

Forget it, I'm just an order executor, and when the Warring States general asks me about it, I'll just say it was his strong request and I couldn't persuade him.

...

Jonah took Vashto, who was wearing a special hospital gown, into the West Canteen of the Navy Headquarters. There are four canteens in the Navy Headquarters, east, west, south and north, and the West Canteen is the closest one to here.

On the way, the passing navy soldiers were a little surprised to see Vashto, who looked like a honey badger, but did not cause much commotion.

They all thought that he was a new Devil Fruit user with a cross-dressing habit, and some of the soldiers passing by even nodded to him, as if they all liked this outfit.

"You've got a good turn-around rate, and no one's treating you like a monster yet."

Vashto began to like this place a little.

Passing by the meal tray area, Dr. Jonah and he each drew a meal tray and went to the meal window to line up for meals.

If the cafeteria lady in the window hadn't seen that Vashto was wearing a navy hospital gown, he would have really thought that some wild beast had broken into the navy cafeteria.

"Sister, I want that meat, the stew on the right."

Vashto's childlike voice dispelled the cafeteria lady's defenses.

Poor child, he had to fight with adults at such a young age and got injured. Fortunately, he is a devil fruit user, otherwise he might not be able to come back alive, right?

The aunt thought with preconceived ideas in her mind.

She was known for shaking the spoon, claiming that she could shake a pot of meat until only one or two pieces of meat were left. She changed her old ways and kindly served Vashto a full plate of rice, meat and meat...

Taking the oversized and thickened plate, Vashto couldn't wait to find an empty seat for himself to enjoy his meal.

Jonah, who followed him to get his meal, had a pitifully small plate. Didn’t he just casually call out to “Auntie” for his meal?

Is it necessary to be so biased in treatment?

Holding the plate in both hands, Vashto found an empty seat, sat down, and used his claws to scoop the food from the plate into his mouth. In a short while, when Jonah had just finished half of his meal, Vashto had finished all the food on the plate, even gnawing the bones clean.

Quickly leaving his seat and throwing the bones into the leftover food disposal area, Vashto joined the group of people getting food.

"Brother, which unit are you from? Why haven't I seen you before? Are you transferred from there? And is this outfit of yours a fruit ability?"

The navy soldier standing behind him asked curiously, saying that it would be boring to wait in line anyway, so they might as well gossip a little.

"I was recently transferred from the South Sea, and it is indeed the ability of the fruit."

Vashto answered the visitor's question without even turning his head. He was staring at the stew. Although the food in the new world was not as rich as that in the original world, it was indeed delicious. Of course, it might also be because this body didn't eat much.

He put on what he thought was a very bright smile and said to the cafeteria lady who had just served him food.

"Sister, can you give me some more food?"

The cafeteria lady heard the childish voice again and subconsciously raised her head to take a look.

"Oh, of course."

The cafeteria lady happily put a few pieces of fat meat on Vashto's plate.

"Can you get four more servings of that rice?"

Vashto estimated how much food would be enough to fill him up based on his previous meal, so he asked for three more servings.

"Okay, huh? Are you sure? The Navy cafeteria has strict punishment rules for wasting food. You should understand, right?"

The cafeteria lady who served the food was a little puzzled, but still piled three servings of rice on his plate.

One mouthful of meat, three mouthfuls of rice, one mouthful of vegetable, and two mouthfuls of rice, Vashto ate very happily.

He ate faster and faster, and the pile of food on the plate, which had formed a "small mountain", was finished bit by bit by Vashto as Jonah looked in disbelief.

"This guy is definitely the illegitimate son of a Warring States general. He must have been secretly raised in the South China Sea. It is impossible to stuff so much food into his small stomach, unless he used a trick like Life Return."

"Then maybe the Sengoku general deliberately let him maintain the beast state all the time. Maybe this can enhance the use of the fruit ability."

Jonah resolved his previous doubts somewhat belatedly.

As the food was digested, a warm energy filled Vashto's body.

Because the damn Heisenberg had hit him too hard, resulting in excessive blood loss, and the accompanying symptoms of mental exhaustion, weakness, etc., have finally been effectively alleviated.

"Let's go to the training ground"