Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 126, What if the strength is enough?

The well-behaved Mosa secretly pouted.

He was too familiar with this set of procedures just now, he was too arrogant and too flirtatious, so he was slapped by the higher authorities, he wanted to review it, he had never eaten pork or seen a pig, so he couldn’t run away.
What's more, he still...

cough cough.

People often say that people are not as good as heaven, which means that the development of things often does not change according to people's wishes.

and so……

"Hahahaha, as expected of Zefa's son, he is full of correct thoughts! Hahahahahahahaha."

Clayton finally couldn't help laughing the moment Mosa finished speaking, and he was rocking backwards and forwards.

"Ah?"

Mosa was a bit unable to turn the corner. Just now he was engaged in class struggle with bitter hatred and deep hatred. This baby is preparing for the hero not to suffer the immediate loss, and to be decisive when the front is not outdated.

But Lieutenant General Clayton immediately put on an attitude of being kind to his elders. His painting style suddenly changed a little bit noisy.
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Is it possible that this is to recognize relatives??? But I never heard that Dad has brothers or anything
Alas, I seem to have heard of similar things!There is a lieutenant general who has an irresistible relationship with Zefa's father, and their strength is similar to that of a general...

But I haven't seen him for many years, and I have long forgotten who it is. Could it be the one in front of me...

If it is true, it will be amazing, this is the strength of a general!

Mosa's brain was running wild.

"The three of them, Kapuhe and the others in the Warring States Period, are called the Iron Triangle of the Navy. They always carried out missions together in the early years, and even now, they sometimes cooperate with each other."

"Do you think your father Zefa is alone?"

Clayton suddenly stopped talking here, and Mosa would have lived in vain for decades if he didn't hear such obvious hints—he was immature, but his mind was still sound.

Mosa quickly answered: "So, Lieutenant General, are you my father's partner? Like the Iron Triangle?"

"Haha, so smart!" Clayton smiled and touched Mosa's head, which made Mosa think of a word - laughing and touching the dog's head.

Then Mosa smiled on his face, and accepted Clayton's compliment in his heart...

After the two talked and laughed.

Clayton turned around and asked, "Mosa, you are curious why I treated you like this today."

"Yes, Lieutenant General, when I entered the door, you were obviously sitting cross-legged on the ground thinking about something. It wasn't any ritual at all, it was only after I entered."

Having said that, Mosa stopped, and then shrugged his shoulders at Clayton.

I have to say that this guy Mosa is used to being loose, and the training camp didn't change him. After getting acquainted with people, he became a little bit of a big guy...

Clayton's expression changed, "Today, I'm not just idle to give the junior a blow."

"This is the first lesson I taught you before kendo. When you are weak, following the rules can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"But why use this method? This method doesn't seem to be reasonable. Is it reasonable?"

Mosa, who had been educated in another world, was very suspicious of this somewhat taken-for-granted, almost messy education method.

Clayton grinned happily: "Get used to my education method, and it's also the content of this lesson!"

"My military rank is much higher than yours, my strength is much stronger than yours, I am still your elder, and most importantly - I am your direct commander. So, kid, you have to learn to abide by my rules, even if It's rotten like, no, even if it's a piece of shit!"

Clayton's big face suddenly moved closer to Mosa's small face, and his four eyes were facing each other, "Did you...have a deeper understanding of what you just said?"

Depressed!

The ubiquitous depression came from all directions!

It was the first time Mosa felt oppressed in this world, the breathless oppression that made people couldn't help tearing open the neckline.

In the past, he was the son of Navy Headquarters Admiral Black Arm Zefa and Headquarters Vice Admiral Black Hawk Luna, Mosa.

Behind him stands a high-level admiral of the world government and a senior lieutenant general. He is the continuation of the existence of the two of them. He is their son and he represents them.

So no one will make things difficult for him, even if he goes too far into the Admiral's office to play and read important documents;

Even if he steals the rustling fruit brought back by Zefa;

Even when he brought Don Quixote Doflamingo, the ex-Dragonman, and his family of four back to the Marine Headquarters of the Navy, it made Kong's head hurt for a long time, and no one blamed him.

But since he applied for the graduation examination, and after the trial was over, he officially got the rank and joined the navy, everything was different.

Since then, Mosa's main label has become a lieutenant colonel of the Navy Headquarters who ate the fruit of the rustle, the naval elite Mosa of Sand!
So a few days ago he was rarely reprimanded by Marshal Kong, and today he was educated by Lieutenant General Clayton in front of him.

At this moment, Mo Sa suddenly understood deeply why there are so many strong men in the navy, but they don't appear domineering.

A strong man who submits to the rules cannot become a king!

It has nothing to do with strength, but character and choice!

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The whole room fell silent.

Mosa was silent, and Clayton followed him in silence, and instead of urging him, there was a bit of playfulness and anticipation on his face from time to time.

After a while, Mosa suddenly asked without beginning or end:
"What if the strength is enough?"

Clayton smiled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning with satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

"Then your behavior will also be in line with the rules!"

"Because... when you are strong enough, the rules will take the initiative to adapt to your existence." Clayton spoke out the creed that he had been hiding in his heart but insisted silently on an ordinary evening.

Mo Sa was suddenly in a trance. At this moment, he seemed to be shocked by something that seemed to be substantial, and his mind was a little unclear.

Was that overlord color just now?

Maybe!
Although it is weak, it is really similar to the description...

Mosa seemed to vaguely see a figure of a man who was struggling within the rules to accumulate strength, but never really surrendered to the rules.

If there is really someone in the navy who has a domineering look, then the most likely person may not be the naval hero Vice Admiral Garp who seems to be unruly and always messing around, but him, Vice Admiral Creighton!
"Haha, thank you for your teaching, I am looking forward to the days to come!"

A beam of sunset passed through the clouds and fell on the side face of the boy through the huge window, reflecting the infinite warmth of the smile from the heart on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Clayton laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy."

After a while...

"and"

Mosa suddenly smiled and added.
Clayton's attention was indeed attracted: "Huh?"

Mo Sa smiled: "I think I know why you, Lieutenant General, failed the assessment for being promoted to general candidate twice!"

Clayton: "."

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(End of this chapter)