Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

321 branch, military hospital.

The doctor wearing glasses was an uncle in his fifties with a gentle demeanor, and he was carefully examining Darren's wounds.

The criss-cross wounds have grown new pink skin, which is a little itchy, but no pain at all.

"Well, the wound has healed well, basically there is no major problem, your physique is like a monster."

Having seen Darren's horrific recovery over the years, the doctor is still in shock.

"Please, Dr. Wells."

Darren smiled:

"I'm just used to getting hurt, and habit is a terrible ability."

"I see it," said Dr. Wells, putting away his medical equipment. "Would it be foolish for me to advise you to avoid combat in future?"

Darren shrugged:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but some things are beyond my control. Disasters always follow."

"Of course, as a Marine, getting injured is as common as eating and sleeping."

"Yeah?"

Dr. Wells shook his head and did not continue to argue about the topic.

"However, Darren, I still suggest that you do not engage in strenuous exercise in the short term. Well, I mean fighting with pirates or doing lifeless practices like yours before."

"I'll do my best." Darren smiled.

While washing his hands, Dr. Wells casually asked:

"I heard you're going to Marineford?"

"Well, go to training, the years at North Blue are enough."

Darren put on his shirt and buttoned it.

He picked up the cloak on the side and bowed slightly towards the back of the middle-aged doctor.

"These years, thanks to your care."

Wells paused for a moment while washing his hands, and the sound of running water was very clear in the quiet ward.

"Go ahead, Darren boy."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth,

"After so many years of practice, with countless scars on your body, I have rescued you no less than a hundred times... Isn't it for today?"

"Show those guys on the Grand Line what we North Blue men look like."

Darren put on his cloak, turned around and walked out of the ward, beckoning and smiling:

"Of course!"

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Morning after rain.

The sun is shining brightly, and the flowing clouds in the sky are flocculent. Bunches of golden warm sun penetrate through the sea of ​​clouds, scattering a large area of ​​light Madara, presenting a perfect Tyndall effect.

"How long will it take for the warship from the headquarters to arrive?"

Wearing a large cloak of justice, Darren walked to the military port of the 321st branch, blowing the cool sea breeze, and stretched in a comfortable mood.

"It's probably coming soon."

The flying squirrel glanced at Darren and asked:

"Dr. Wells has seen your condition?"

Darren grinned and said, "I've seen it, he told me to avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible."

"That's really a good suggestion." Flying Squirrel raised his eyebrows.

Advice is good advice, but not very practical.

After all, Darren isn't a quiet guy.

A thought flashed in the flying squirrel's mind, but his eyes were looking at the distant sea.

The sea in the early morning sparkled under the light of the morning sun, rippling with gorgeous brilliance.

Looking at the endless sea level, it seems to be able to contain all ambitions and dreams, so that the deep part of the flying squirrel's eyes can't help showing a touch of longing.

"Wait a little longer, no matter what, I will help you get a spot in the next session."

Darren saw his strangeness, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

The flying squirrel withdrew its gaze, exhaled lightly, and shook its head:

"North Blue needs someone they can trust."

Darren glanced at him, his face suddenly serious.

"Flying squirrel... North Blue is important, but your growth is even more important."

"Power, status, fame, wealth... These things are all secondary. In this sea, the most important thing in the final analysis is strength."

"There are many people who can't see this clearly throughout their lives. I believe you are not such a person."

Listening to Darren's solemn words, the flying squirrel felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

He clenched his fists and nodded.

The expression on Darren's face relaxed again and he smiled:

"I wonder who will lead the team this time?"

According to past practice, on the eve of the opening of the training camp, Marineford will send a general from the headquarters to various sea areas to receive and escort the new students in the training camp to avoid any accidents on their way to the headquarters.

The flying squirrel smiled and said:

"I know you were expecting the Sakazuki Rear Admiral."

Darren moved his wrists and neck and said enthusiastically:

"I've never been able to beat him. I couldn't beat him before when I was at North Blue, and I couldn't beat him even more since he graduated from training camp."

"So you're so stupid that you want to be beaten?" A cold voice interrupted.

Gion walked quickly from a distance, followed by Kaji who was sleepy and yawning.

Darren smiled nonchalantly:

"Being beaten is also a kind of talent. Besides, after lying in the hospital for a few days, I felt like my body was getting rusty."

Gion wanted to say something else, but the flying squirrel next to him suddenly spoke:

"arrive."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked up.

On the sea in the distance, a majestic warship gradually emerged on the golden sea level.

The wind suddenly picked up.

Roaring huge waves continued to rise on the port, and a violent wind visible to the naked eye rolled up on the land of the military port, making the flags make a crisp crackling sound.

"what happened!?"

"Is a storm coming?"

"Why did the climate suddenly change!?"

"..."

The Marines patrolling the military port looked at the strong wind with greatly changed expressions, their figures being torn apart and making them unsteady.

The flying squirrel and others also looked at this scene in confusion, and subconsciously raised their hands to block the roaring wind.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

The hand that had been wearing black leather gloves suddenly poked out from the dark green storm and grabbed Darren's face.

Darren, who had already developed his magnetic field perception, had an interesting smile on his lips and took a side step to avoid the big hand.

There was a ferocious light in his eyes, and he leaned forward boldly, hitting out his elbow like thunder, almost breaking the hand.

call--! !

Darren's elbow fell into the air, and the arm actually disappeared before his eyes.

Behind you! !

Without any hesitation, Darren knelt down, twisted his waist, and punched out with his backhand without even looking.

boom! !

The two fists collided heavily in mid-air, making a dull sound.

The surging air waves spread out immediately, causing the white cloaks behind the two people to dance wildly towards each other.

"I heard that North Blue produced a 'monster' that could rival Sakazuki, and even killed the legendary pirate Byrnndi Waldo. Now it seems that the rumors are true."

Hearty laughter sounded, and a stern face of Haki was generated in the storm, and his figure emerged.

The long black hair is flying wildly, there are no eyebrows, and the face is cold and profound.

"This is our first meeting, Darren Commodore, please forgive me for being reckless."

The man put away his fists, and the boldness in his smile made people feel good about him.

"Your name is so famous that I can't help but want to compete with you."

"I am the one who came to escort this time, Naval Headquarters Rear Admiral..."

He raised his hand in a military salute.

"——Monkey D. Dorag."

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Thank you so much for everything.