Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

A month flies by quickly.

The newly built teaching building of the training camp.

On the top floor, the kendo club.

boom! !

The two figures passed each other in the training room at extremely fast speeds, like phantoms. They both displayed the "shaving" high-speed movement skills in Marine Six Styles.

The tip of a wooden sword flew into the air and then fell to the ground.

Huo Shaoshan stared blankly at the broken training wooden sword in his hand, with a wry smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"I lost again, Lieutenant Colonel Gion."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, looked at the tall figure wearing indigo kendo uniform, his face was filled with emotion:

"You are indeed a swordsman genius that both Sengoku Admiral and Teacher Zephyr praised highly..."

Gion raised his hand to take off his mask and protective gear, put away his wooden sword, his long hair stained with sweat dripping from his cheeks, making him look elegant and refined.

"Colonel Huo Shaoshan, you are flattered." She smiled.

Immediately.

The two walked towards each other, then bowed and saluted at the same time:

"Thanks for the advice."

This is the etiquette of kendo.

Just when the two were about to take a rest, a dull roar came from far away outside the window.

"It starts again..."

Huo Shaoshan smiled bitterly, walked to the window, and looked out the window.

On the school field in the distance, yellow sand is rolling.

A tall figure with his upper body naked, revealing muscles full of knots and scars, is facing the scorching sun, holding a huge black iron chain with both hands, and is dragging a huge abandoned warship forward with difficulty. .

It was noon at the moment, and the sun was scorching so fiercely that the outside world was like a steaming furnace.

The figure's skin was tanned to a healthy and wild bronze color, and sweat continued to slide down the gaps between his angular muscles.

What was extremely terrifying was that every time he took a step forward, he could clearly see the Huoshao Mountain. The ground on the school ground shook slightly, and dust and gravel began to beat.

The heavy warship, which required hundreds of people to drag it into the sea, was dragged by him with his bare hands, sliding forward bit by bit, plowing a shocking groove in the hot ground.

Seen from a distance, the man who is nearly three meters tall looks as small as an ant against the backdrop of the mammoth 20-meter-high warship.

"Lieutenant Colonel Gion...Did Darren train like this when he was at North Blue?"

Huo Shaoshan whispered with a dry throat.

He still remembered the first time he saw Darren training in private... Not only him, but everyone else in the training camp was shocked and dumbfounded.

Even the well-informed teacher Zephyr looked like he had seen a ghost.

This picture is so shocking no matter how many times I see it...

"No……"

Gion looked at the figure on the school field who exuded a wild aura like a ferocious beast with the same complicated eyes, and shook his head.

"Really?" Huo Shaoshan was stunned and turned to look at Gion.

"Well, when he was at North Blue, the warships he towed were only half the size of this one."

Huo Shaoshan: "..."

He gulped with a grunt.

"Don't take it too seriously."

Gion saw the stubbornness and bitterness in Huo Shaoshan's eyes, and comforted him:

"That guy is a monster."

Huo Shaoshan sighed and nodded.

Gion took off his indigo kendo uniform, turned around and walked out of the training room, leaving only Huo Shaoshan alone in front of the window.

There was a long silence.

Huo Shaoshan suddenly smiled.

"Lieutenant Colonel Gion, you said you shouldn't take it too seriously...but you obviously care."

He heard the sound of weight training coming from downstairs.

It was clearly Gion who was giving himself additional strength training after finishing his kendo confrontation training.

Taking a deep breath, Huo Shaoshan took out a bandage and wrapped his hands that were full of blisters and blood, picked up a brand new wooden sword, and immersed himself in training again.

Sweat was pouring down, and blood seeped out of the bandages, but he didn't care.

He was completely immersed in the world of kendo, running hard on the road to becoming stronger.

at the same time,

In the boxing gym,

The sweaty Kuzan looked at the figure on the school field outside the window, and murmured with a smile:

"It's so handsome Darren... If so, then I have to work harder..."

He turned his head, looked at Jia Ji who was sitting on the ground not far away, with a blue nose and a swollen face, gasping for breath, and said with blood boiling:

"continue!"

Jiaji immediately let out a wail of pain.

You work hard, but please don't drag me! !

...

not just them,

In different training places in the training camp, such as the ordnance training department and the physical training room,

After hearing the terrifying training noises on the school field,

All the Marines in the training camp worked hard and gritted their teeth to increase their training intensity.

That monster is already an existence, but still persists in the hell-style training day after day, even if it is stormy, it will not rest...

The chief who is so far ahead of them all is not letting up, how can they relax?

...

General Instructor Office.

"Did you hear that, Sengoku..."

Zephyr looked at Sengoku in front of him, and Jōnin couldn't help but smile proudly.

Sengoku "listened" to the movement from Observation Haki's perception, and his face was full of emotion.

Not only to take the lead in strength, but also to inspire comrades in the same period in spirit and will, leading them to the right path and constantly becoming stronger.

Perhaps... this is the meaning of chief.

"I didn't expect Darren's presence to change training camp so much."

Sengoku sighed a little.

Hearing this, Zephyr seemed to think of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He still remembered the smoky look in the first training camp.

Sakazuki ended the training period ahead of schedule, and couldn't wait to go to sea to fight against pirates, and took away a large number of followers with similar personalities.

As for the rest, um, with Polusalino as the chief, their training intensity is simply like playing house.

"Perhaps... the results of this training camp will be the best in the past."

Zephyr smiled and said:

"By the way, Sengoku, you came to my side this time, is there something wrong?"

Sengoku waved his hand and said:

"It's nothing, I just want to care about the members of this year's training camp..."

He paused, and tentatively said:

"How's Darren's recent practice?"

"Not bad, that kid trained hard, and his will is terrifyingly tenacious..."

Zephyr answered casually:

"You have also seen how he is practicing. He looks like a beast. Armament Haki has mastered a lot, and Haki's strength has also increased to a certain extent... Wait, what do you want to do!?"

Zephyr's eyes suddenly became vigilant, and he stared at Sengoku suspiciously:

"You guys never care about the training camp... What bad idea are you playing?"

Having been exposed, Sengoku smiled helplessly and coughed twice:

"Ahem...Actually, I came here this time because I have an urgent mission, and I want to borrow someone from you."

"Who?" A bad premonition welled up in Zephyr's heart.

"Darren."

"Don't even think about it!"

"..."

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Thank you for everything.