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The sun in the afternoon of September is mixed with strong heat, and the exposed surface is exposed to the sun for a long time.

There is no cloud in the sky, and there is no wind. Except for the occasional cicadas, the world seems to be frozen.

It was so hot—I stared straight ahead with my eyes open, sweating profusely and self-hypnotized that I was an ignorant stake, while silently sad in my heart.

It would be blood and tears to say that it will end up like this at this moment.

A conversation in the courtyard two and a half mornings ago had a happy ending.

Mr. Karp is a man who keeps his word. I went to the Navy headquarters to sign up, and the old man went to the medical department. Of course, there is no causal relationship between the two.

I talked to the old man, taking advantage of the gap between colleagues.

The old man was originally retired from the Navy, and he used the Navy's medical insurance when he started seeking medical treatment a year ago.

They are independent of the medical system of each country, and only need to determine their identity, and every active or retired sailor can use any national hospital facility for free.

In the end, the old man and I came to Marineford because of the hospital at the headquarters of the Navy. The medical level is higher than that of other countries in the world. Even if it cannot be completely cured, until a solution is found, the old man's life can be guaranteed to the greatest extent here.

My original plan was for the old man to stay in Marineford for his medical treatment and I to visit the famous doctor, or the fruit of the operation.

Drum Island and Twin Cape are all destinations.

Frevans is located in the North Sea, and the old man and I left it on a ship dedicated to the families of the Navy's entourage. We went around several times on the way, and I happened to miss the keeper of the lighthouse at Twin Point.

Probably because it has been a long time and my brain is not working well. It is too late to remember that there is currently a top doctor in the world living in Cape Shuangzi.

When I arrived at Marineford, I planned to return, but the plan had not yet been carried out, and I was going to make a lot of money, because the great channel was more dangerous than I thought.

There is not even a ship with a fixed route here, and even if there is, I have no way to take it, so I need a lot of money, at least enough to reach Gemini Cape safely, and ask the doctor to pay for various medical materials by the way.

Or go to Drum Island, which is famous for its medical skills.

……

As for my frank plan, Mr. Karp’s answer was, Twin Heads of Magnetic Drum Island, these two islands have naval warships passing by almost every month, as long as I graduate from the Naval Academy, he can help me assign there. Served on a warship.

However, that is not the best solution. Mr. Garp believes that the medical level of the Navy Headquarters is not inferior to that of Magnetic Drum Island. As for the one at Twin Point, he may be able to find a way.

In addition, the fruit of the operation... the current whereabouts of this devil fruit whose whereabouts are unknown, the world government and the navy are trying their best to find it. Naturally, I can't compare it with my own strength.

So~ the benefits of joining the navy are more than not joining, at least... if the navy finds the fruit of the operation, Mr. Garp, who is already a lieutenant general, still has the power to order that capable person to heal the old man, Sa~ So, after all, Probably the so-called someone in the DPRK is good at handling things?

Turning back to the topic, the old man is not worried about his own health at all, and his attitude towards the matter of 'graduating quickly and finding the precious medicine back' that I swore is dispensable.

The old man asked me to join the navy because he was worried.

According to his words, the meaning is probably, 'This world is too dangerous, my beautiful girl is taken away by someone, it will be terrible, she should be put in the army for safety'.

The above slots are too many, I don't know where to start.

In short, Mr. Karp, me, and the old man each have their own goals, so joining the navy is the only answer that can satisfy all three of them.

With the final conclusion, I will pay the price and follow Mr. Karp to step into the navy threshold~...

I was led by Mr. Karp to fill out a few forms, and I went to meet some unknown officers by the way. Mr. Karp also gave me a rough introduction to the situation of the Navy Headquarters. Based on my own thin impression, I came to a conclusion As follows: Marshal Kong is sitting in the position of commander of the Navy headquarters, who is that?

The current most popular general is the Warring States of Buddha. I know this guy, who was on the screen in the past.

An enduring topic, Lieutenant General Garp, the fierce man who is frightened by the evil forces, is standing next to him now. I actually know him better than he thinks, of course, it is also through the screen.

Then there is no more. One Piece King Gol D. Roger is still unknown, and I don’t know if he hasn’t entered the sea yet, or he hasn’t made a career (==).

In short, I don’t know how long it will take before the legendary time left in my mind, but it is conservatively estimated that it will definitely exceed 20 years.

20 years is enough for me to get married and have children, and then the children move quickly and hold grandchildren by the way.

So, the era of great pirates~ I was born before you were born, and I am already old when you were born.

And then, since the hate can't happen at the same time, forget it.

Anyway, I didn't intend to do anything at first, at most I used some foreknowledge to ensure the old man's longevity.

……

Since there was no conflict in the original intention, all kinds of things about the Navy Headquarters were irrelevant. Soon, other troubles came to the door, and I found that the beginning of my military career was actually very skinny.

The development of going off the beaten track and joining the Navy is what it is now.

I stood upright in a military posture on a large and flat training ground behind several office buildings in the Navy Headquarters.

And one stop is two and a half days.

According to the development of this situation, it is estimated to be three days.

Having said that, I have to introduce the hard-pressed brothers and sisters on the training ground.

Uh~ well~ maybe it's an honor for them to be able to stand on the training ground of the Navy headquarters in mid-September.

The old man temporarily popularized some necessary common sense of the navy with me. For example, the recruit training ground is located on an island in the sea near Marineford, and the military academy here at the Navy headquarters will start classes in late August.

The conscription ends at the end of March every year, and the recruits are sent to various bases to garrison after completing their training.

At this time in September, the elite among the soldiers still remained in the Naval Academy, waiting for them to undergo more rigorous training, including physical fitness, fighting, guns/arms, cultural courses, strategic deployment, all the necessary qualities for junior naval officers.

By the end of the year, the elite students will graduate and truly integrate into the huge steel machine of the Navy and become a part of its operation.

The old man said that every admiral grows up in that way, at first they are just an insignificant speck of dust gathered from all over the world.

Over time, they have been honed into the sharpest blades.

The training camp of the Navy Headquarters every year is the legendary "cradle of future heroes".

When speaking, the old man looked nostalgic, even proud.

In this regard, I burst into tears. As for the reason, of course it is not moved, but painful.

People are the gold grains after the big waves washed the sand, and I, who became a monk on the way, was the one who went through the back door.

Of course, the future is bumpy.

……

From the moment I heard the old man say "the cradle of future heroes", I knew that I would not be able to make friends in this period of naval training camp.

After two and a half days, the situation was as I expected, and even more... worse.

Because even a few instructors don't seem to be very happy.

When I came to the training ground for the first time, I was led by a man with a mustache who was about 30 years old. Mr. Karp introduced him as one of the deputy instructors. I haven’t seen the head coach (==) until now. with silhouettes.

The deputy instructor put me at the end of the team on the training ground with a straight face, and then asked me to stand in a military posture.

The elites completed the necessary daily preparatory training and started a [-]-lap long-distance run around the [-]-meter track of the venue. I stood in a military posture.

The elites practice fighting, and I stand in a military posture.

The elites practice shooting, and I stand in a military posture.

After two and a half days, I didn't do anything other than stand upright in a military posture. I guess the deputy general thinks it's better for me to grow up on the training ground... in line with public opinion?

I found out when I came here~ The sights cast on me when I first came in were basically disapproving, and the rest were either contemptuous or disdainful, and even the deputy instructor probably looked down on me as a related household.

No one came to speak during the intermission, and occasionally there would be strange glances, and I wondered if they were speculating.

……

Sighing silently, I withdrew my thoughts like a wild horse, blinked, trying to shake off the sweat dripping from the corner of my forehead and accidentally passing by the corner of my eye.

So hot--

After the noon break, there was fencing class in the afternoon, and the instructor who taught him was very face-to-face. Judging from the pattern embroidered on the cloak epaulets on his shoulders when he appeared, he was a brigadier general.

The instructor looked stern and reticent. He only asked for battle practice, and then he stood at the forefront of the training ground, quietly observing the students' live situation, and also ignored my existence.

Not long after, the students took back their bamboo swords and quickly found their opponents. In an instant, the training ground was full of flames, swords, swords and swords, and I was submerged in a corner of the training ground.

There are more than 20 classmates in the same period, a lot of big men, all of them are as tall and majestic as mountains, and they can’t see their faces when they are flat. I don’t know if it’s the weather or the practice. They are dressed in the same uniform on the training ground. Strong, taut muscles filled his vision.

At this moment, they are fighting with each other according to the instructor's order. The wheat-colored/pectoralis major muscles and the eight-pack abs are tough. The glistening sweat drops reflect the sunlight with the movement, and they look even more heroic under the gorgeous September sun.

Xu Shi was repulsed from the beginning, the position where I stood was always distanced by the students intentionally or unintentionally, and now we are fighting each other, you come and I go, and you also clear a ten-meter radius nearby.

In addition, I was originally standing at the end of the line, which was a corner that was easily overlooked, so... I could see it more clearly when I opened the distance.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, narrow hips and long legs made me dizzy.

It's hot—it's really dry.

……

When the wind came from the left side, I happened to be distracted, the mermaid thread or something... the sweat pierced through the fabric to outline the strength and beauty of the legs... something...

Without warning, the frantic and dangerous wind pressure tore through the air, and rushed very close in an instant.

The instinctive reaction to the crisis surpassed consciousness and gave an order directly. I turned around on the spot and flew up with my feet, drawing a half circle in the air with my toes, and kicked the incoming thing hard.

The object flew out along the counterattack trajectory and landed on the ground a few meters away, with a short and dull knocking sound.

At the same time as I stood still, I subconsciously turned sideways, in a defensive posture, and locked my eyes on the attacker.

It was a young man with reddish-brown hair, holding a bamboo sword in a chopping posture with both hands, and half of the bamboo sword in his hand was in the palm of his hand, while the other half was missing.

The young man stared at by me was stunned, and his opponent also had a subtle expression.

These two people are located ten meters to my left. Judging from their frozen movements at this moment, the thing that just flew over and landed on my head was the first half of the broken sword in one of them.

Probably because he was excited and didn't grasp his strength well?The man with reddish-brown hair slashed down with his sword, and his opponent raised his sword to fight back. Two of them collided and one of them rebounded and flew out.

It was an accident.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, the corner of my mouth twitched, and I turned back slowly, relaxed my vigilance, continued to raise my chest and abdomen, spread my shoulders back, and look forward.

……

I turned around and planned to continue to stand in the military posture, but found that the fierce fighting in the training ground had ended somehow, and a group of students had strange eyes, and their eyes were thrown together.

Not long after, the instructor who was far from the front of the field slowly appeared.

When he got close, he stared at me quietly for a while, then he walked around me back and forth, and finally stood in front of me, "Thousands of years."

Although a little bewildered, I immediately replied, "Yes, sir."

The instructor is tall and tall, and when I stood in front of him, I could only reach the height of the other's skirt, so I couldn't see what his expression was like at the moment, but...the training stipulates that the students must answer every question, and no redundant movements are allowed without orders, so...

I just stood in a military posture, it seems that I violated the regulations, I won’t be punished, right?

In the silence, the instructor raised his hand and stretched it out, and then...

Standing upright with no expression on my face, I said that I am a wooden stake, so the instructor pressed the palm on the shoulder... kneading all the way down the line of the shoulder...

It wasn't until the hands were checked from the shoulders to the fingers that the instructor let go of the hand that seemed to be a bit of harassment/harassment, and said in a calm tone, "You responded well."

"Yes, sir." That was all I could answer.

……

"Learned swordsmanship?"

"No, sir."

After the back and forth questions and answers, the scene fell silent again.

I silently stared at the placket at an arm's length away. I studied the fabric first, and then the button material. As for the slanted scrutiny nearby... Personally, I think that being too sensitive is not always a good thing.

After a while, the instructor said in a nonchalant tone, "Give her a bamboo sword."

After he finished speaking, he walked a certain distance to the side, and I shifted my gaze, and the instructor raised his chin immediately, "Do a battle practice with your opponent."

Eh? !I turned my head and looked at the presence approaching to the right.

The opponent...my...instructor issued an order, and the one who responded was one of my classmates who was on my right.

This brother's stature is as tall as a mountain, and he is almost one meter shorter than me at a glance, o(>﹏<)o.

Dark military trousers, short boots, black curly hair, not-so-handsome facial features, and even a little weird appearance, but his movements during the march showed an unusually capable feeling.

"Porusalino, please give me your advice~" The person standing in front slowly twitched the corners of his mouth, leaned slightly and handed out a little of the bamboo sword in his hand.

I stretched out my hand to hold the end of the bamboo sword, but I was blocked when I tried to retract it. It seemed that the other party hadn't let go yet?

Dazed, I raised my gaze, only to find that he was intentionally or unintentionally drawing closer to each other. In the scorching sun, the shadows covered all the sunlight under my feet, and the eyes hidden in the backlight were dark and unpredictable.

In a short distance, this person blocked most of his eyes, and spoke in an extremely low volume, with a slightly strange accent, from which area he didn't know, and the tone of his voice vaguely seemed to be... something else.

"Yeah~ Your legs are raised so high, your toughness is really good~"

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