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The selection for the Navy Recruit Advanced Camp has been over for five months.

A new round of navy recruit training has begun.

The training in the advanced camp had just ended, and Yue'er was filled with mixed feelings. Countless words of cursing, anger, questioning and other different emotions merged into one sentence - never train with those monsters.

...

The selection for the recruit advancement camp ended at the second stage because only four naval recruits passed.

In the next five months, I was forced to live an ascetic life, practicing swordsmanship while accepting the devilish training from Instructor Zefa.

The location of the ascetic practice was chosen to be an uninhabited island. There was a supply of fresh water on the island, but other food could only be obtained by hunting animals on the island.

In the morning, there is domineering training. At lunch time, Instructor Zefa will wait in the training ground for a few people to go out and get him lunch.

In the afternoon, in addition to basic physical training, there is sparring training, with four people fighting against each other alternately.

Basically, I was beaten up by the remaining three monsters. Sakaski and Vashto had wins and losses, but Sakaski had more wins.

Let’s not talk about Borsalino. When that guy fought the remaining two people, he would fight if he could, and surrender if he couldn’t.

But he never held back when fighting against me. I never saw Borsalino just firing lasers crazily when fighting against those two people.

The most outrageous thing is that two of the four people are very happy with this kind of living arrangement. Two of them even compete with each other and built two thatched huts directly next to the training ground.

There is no distinction between day and night in the daily training of the two training maniacs. When they get tired from training, they go to the thatched hut next to them to take a nap, and then start training again when their health is full.

At the beginning, Borsalino and I had the same expression, which was rare. We stared in amazement at the two men who had not slept for long and started fighting again with full energy.

A shirtless burly man was fighting with a huge black-haired beast.

He was still shouting "Harder, faster, be careful, I'm coming."

The scene was a little too harmonious, and neither of them dared to look at it.

For a moment, I was somewhat influenced by this passionate atmosphere and started to follow their routines.

After a day, I looked at the sunset and thought about three life questions.

What am I doing? Why should I learn from them? Isn't it good to sleep?

At the same time, I also deeply understood two truths.

First, the physical difference between people is sometimes greater than that between people and dogs.

Second – the human physique has its limits, so Vashto is no longer a human being.

At lunch time today, Instructor Zefa once again praised my good improvement in cooking skills.

This was also a helpless move. Born into a noble family, I had never experienced such a hard life. There was no one else on the island except four people and a half-beast, so I had to go into battle myself.

Today, Instructor Zefa, who is usually not talkative and only knows how to punch the "flowers", gave a long speech, which was unusual for him.

He talked for about an hour, from his first time fighting for the G8 branch to becoming a navy admiral, from his first meeting with his best friend Old White to their correspondence and conversation, but all of this was not the point.

The point is, as I was looking forward to the moon and the sun, I finally heard Instructor Zefa say "the training camp is over" from his mouth.

These five simple words, I felt like I had been waiting for five years.

Do you know what I went through in these five months? A young nobleman was turned into a big, strong cook.

The gains are as follows: I learned Armament Haki (not that proficient), the family swordsmanship has reached perfection (I can stab an ass with my eyes closed), the ability to survive on a deserted island has reached perfection (including proficiently finding the location of fresh water and purifying it, hunting wild animals, distinguishing the toxicity of wild fruits, etc.), philosophical thinking (always useful in the dead of night)...

The breeze blew across the island, and the branches of the trees swayed in the wind, as if saying goodbye to me; the sound of gurgling water seemed to be rejoicing for my escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

I really want to say against my will that when I left, I felt that the air in this shabby place was somewhat sweet.

However, I still couldn't do it. The training ground was full of the smell of sweat left by those two people. During normal training, it felt like entering a public bathhouse.

Dear Marinford, here I come, your most loyal believer, he is back!

Dear dishes in the cafeteria, I will never say behind your back that you are unpalatable again. You are the most delicious food in the world. I was young and frivolous before, and I hoped that when I arrived at the Navy Headquarters, I could spend a "good night" with you.

Unlike the calm journey here, the return journey was not smooth.

Two consecutive severe storms at sea delayed our return trip, but fortunately, Vashto, Instructor Zefa and I took several baths in the embrace of Mother Ocean.

Refreshing and free.

...

At nightfall, the warship still did not stop its return journey.

After finishing a "sweet" dinner, I was jogging on the deck and saw the two "roll kings" chatting together in the moonlight.

"How did you come?"

"Shouldn't I come?"

"Why, I welcome you to come."

"Not necessarily, I thought you were afraid of me coming"

"If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't come here."

"Since you're here, let's chat for a while."

"Are you worried about something? Come first."

"You don't have any worries, do you? Come first."

Listening to the two people who regard "brutality" as a daily routine and violence as an art being humble to each other, I felt a little regretful about eavesdropping on their conversation, but I couldn't leave. If I made any more moves, these two "monsters" who had achieved some success in Observation Haki would catch me.

To avoid embarrassment, just keep listening.

"Someone told me that you are the son of a traitor and that you have sinful blood flowing in your veins."

"You wretched boy, right? I have shed a lot of blood on this island, so why can't you see its evilness?"

"Sinful blood means that the descendants carry on the sins of the ancestors. If we judge sin based on birth, there wouldn't be many people left in this world."

"Oh? Don't you believe in absolute justice? Why does it sound a little impure?"

"The Navy is the cornerstone of maintaining stability in most areas of the sea. Therefore, anyone who stands against it is a sinner, and I will do my utmost to help the Navy eliminate all the sins that stand in its way. Even if I die in a battle with a big pirate, the only thing I will regret is why I didn't kill more pirates."

"Don't worry, I don't think you will die young. Your future line is long. Look, your career line is also long."

"Where is your justice?"

"My justice is very small now, so small that it is only to vindicate my father. I use the blood of Rocks' former subordinates to pay tribute to his soul."

"I remember there are some liquid grenades on the ship. Can I have some? Can I drink it?"

"I can only drink one pound of alcohol, let's drink two pounds."

"I can only drink two ounces of alcohol, I'd risk my life to drink with you"