Shuzo barged into Zephyr’s office with Mosen’s report in hand.
“Teacher, please look at this report. These are Mosen’s test results from today!”
Shuzo’s face was urgent. At this time, Zephyr, who still held hope for the World Government, was a diligent and responsible chief instructor of the recruit camp, always striving to discover and nurture talent.
Zephyr was eager to train more skilled Marines. Most of the Navy’s finest talents, from the older generation like Garp and Vice Admiral Tsuru to the current Admirals and numerous Vice Admirals and even the likes of Smoker and Tashigi, were his students.
This meant the best talents in the entire Marine Headquarters had been under his tutelage, showcasing his incredible teaching ability. His subsequent departure from the Navy and the rapid formation of a force capable of contending with the New World Navy further demonstrated his unmatched prowess.
Upon receiving Mosen’s report, Shuzo rushed directly to Zephyr’s office, forgetting to knock on the door.
Zephyr, with his short purple hair, took Mosen’s test results. His steady face showed a hint of surprise. While not the best among his students, considering Mosen’s age, his results were undoubtedly the most outstanding in his age group.
“I see here that his muscle tissue and blood production functions are somewhat damaged. What’s the situation with that?”
Zephyr frowned, looking at what should have been trouble-free test results.
“I reviewed his file carefully. It seems to be the result of extreme daily training. The file indicates that this kid has trained almost nonstop for three years, resting only five hours a day and spending all other time in training!”
Zephyr was astonished. In his decades of experience, he had never seen a more determined person.
One must understand that humans are not machines that can run nonstop; even machines wear out. Failing to address this, especially for someone still growing, could leave lasting damage.
“Shuzo, notify the medical and nutrition teams to address this hidden issue as quickly as possible,” Zephyr instructed, getting up and walking out. “Also, send a copy of this report to Sengoku.”
“I’m going to meet this kid!”
Was this extreme training due to love for his family and… guilt?
…
Marine Headquarters’ Admiral Office.
Under the plaque of Absolute Justice, Sengoku, with his frog glasses and braided mustache, casually tossed the file he had been reading to the goat beside him. He then noticed his senbei was missing again.
“Garp, you bastard, you stole my senbei again!”
Sitting in a nearby chair, Gray-haired Garp was in the middle of putting a senbei in his mouth. He laughed, “Ahahaha, what’s the big deal, Sengoku? It’s just there to be eaten. Hahaha.”
“Shut up, you bastard! Look at this report.”
Sengoku shouted, throwing a newly received fax to Garp.
“This kid is impressive. No wonder he’s from the East Blue, hahaha. Another strong figure for my fleet.”
Garp read the report for a while, laughing heartily. He imagined bringing Mosen under his command to set an example for Luffy, showing the boy that being a pirate had no future. Delighted by the thought, he stuffed several senbei into his mouth.
“Crunch… crunch… Don’t worry, Sengoku. I’ll train this kid well.”
Sengoku’s face darkened, and he shouted, “Stop joking, Garp! I’ll worry even more if he’s under your care!”
“Baa… baa…” The goat nodded in agreement.
“Hahaha, it’s settled then. I’m not joking about my training, either. Hahaha, crunch…”
“Damn you, Garp, stop making decisions on your own!”
Sengoku’s braided mustache jumped up. He snatched the senbei from Garp’s hand and stuffed them all into his mouth.
…
In the recruit camp’s testing room, Mosen and a group of researchers stared at each other, all with bewildered expressions.
Mosen had no idea what was going on. After the tests, no one told him what to do next.
While the researchers’ astonishment secretly pleased him, he began to feel something was off as time passed.
Damn, these are all men. Why are they looking at me like that? Are they planning something?
A shiver ran down Mosen’s spine. He decided to keep his distance and walked towards the door, where a burly figure appeared.
A strong sense of threat occupied his mind. Mosen felt he might last less than ten rounds if he faced this person.
“So strong!!”
With purple hair and muscles almost bursting from his clothes, the over-two-meter-tall figure pressed down on Mosen, putting him instantly into combat mode.
This was none other than Zephyr, the chief instructor of the recruit camp.
“You must be Mosen? Shuzo has some matters to handle, so I’ll be substituting for your combat test. I’m Zephyr, the instructor.”
Zephyr smiled kindly, but to Mosen, it felt inexplicably eerie.
“Follow me, Mosen!”
Zephyr led Mosen to an extensive training field. The vast area was filled with trainees, and the din was deafening.
Seeing Zephyr lead a young boy into the field, many trainees, though continuing their exercises, couldn’t help but have their attention drawn to them.
Stopping at a clear area in one corner, Zephyr spoke.
“Give it your all, Mosen. This test will determine your training plan. I don’t want you to hold anything back.”
Maybe it was because both had lost family to pirates, or Mosen’s extreme training reminded him of his younger self, but Zephyr had a favorable impression of Mosen.
“Yes, Instructor!”
When it came to fighting, Mosen was always straightforward. Saluting, he drew his sword and launched a slash.
The speed was so extreme that the blade seemed to materialize out of nowhere, striking Zephyr’s arm.
But Zephyr’s arm was covered in a black, armor-like substance, clanging with sparks—Armament Haki, making the attack ineffective!
“Boom…”
Mosen’s Observation Haki had just sensed the attack when Zephyr’s punch landed on his chest, sending him rolling in the air before crashing. He stumbled a bit, then steadied himself after taking a few steps back.
“Kid, your Observation Haki is good, and your swordsmanship is passable. But your hand-to-hand combat is lacking. Your battle experience and muscle memory are sufficient for opponents at your level, but you need more high-intensity battles to handle stronger foes.”
Zephyr’s teaching instinct kicked in, offering some critique.
Mosen thought about how he had rarely faced high-level opponents outside of Shanks and his crew. Without serious fights, what was the point of coming to headquarters?
Without responding, Mosen stepped forward, his foot slamming down and cracking the stone-paved ground. Cracks spread out from the footprint.
Mosen appeared instantly before Zephyr, using the reaction force and Devil Fruit power.
Swift Star Thrust!!
“Clang, clang, bang, crack…”
The fierce clash of weapons rang out continuously. The battleground was a mess of flying rubble and dust. A figure kept being knocked away, only to charge back in repeatedly.
The surrounding trainees and instructors had stopped to watch, their eyes wide in astonishment.
Who was this young man who could fight Zephyr to this extent?
Mosen, pummeled by Zephyr’s iron fists, was furious. His strikes aimed for Zephyr’s neck, heart, eyes, and other vital points.
After being knocked back again, Mosen was swollen and in pain. Gritting his teeth, his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.
Stomping the ground, he vanished, reappearing before Zephyr.
Spring Rain on the Small Tower
The bright blade and terrifying wind pressure made the space within ten meters feel like being cut apart.
Zephyr’s eyes lit up. Just this one move could threaten an average rear admiral.
Shave!
Zephyr instantly appeared behind Mosen, his black fist coming down. Mosen’s body hadn’t even reacted when his shoulder was hit.
Boom! The impact sounded like a thunderclap, shaking the entire training ground.
Mosen struggled a bit before finally lying still on the ground.
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