Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 199, Private First Class
(The last chapter was actually chapter 196, I typed it wrong...)
The westernmost point of the Kingdom of Alabasta, the naval branch base.

Under the scorching sun at noon on the desert island, the navy is conducting a routine assessment on the huge playground.

"preparation!"

"shooting!"

clap clap clap clap.
A series of bullets hit the sound.

Makarich quickly fired all the bullets, then put down the gun casually, looked at his own results, and curled his lips, "Let's go with it, anyway, I guess it's another high score."

Taking advantage of the fact that other members of the same team were still shooting and no one was surrounding him, Makarich pretended to look down at the gun with his head down, and adjusted his expression and state.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been following Mosa for a long time, Makarich now also likes to let go, think about some messy things, or just really let go of his brain
It's the same now, listening to the twos and threes of gunfire from the navy who was testing with the same team next to him, Makarich started to let go again.

Originally, the teacher didn't plan to come back so early, but it seemed that he was affected by the appearance of Flickrbis. The teacher was silent for a few days and brought me here directly.

In other words, although I have imagined what the place where the teacher is like, but the life here is really——

Very boring!

Makarich played with the gun in his hand, thinking helplessly.
How many times has this happened?
Training to use this boring and weak weapon like playing, doing training that is so low in intensity that it is not as good as playing, and you have to use most of your strength to practice powerless swordsmanship with a group of people.
Although it is not difficult for me to integrate into them, in fact, I integrated into them easily and successfully made them ignore my noble background, my identity as a disciple of Deputy Minister Mosa, and many things. A lot of things that would create a sense of hindrance, blend in with them.

Of course, I also put a lot of effort into it.

I try my best to agree with their topics, try to abide by all the rules and regulations every day, work hard every day to train with them, and try to figure out their thoughts every day.
Although sometimes indulge a little friends.

For example, I don’t want to lose during the test, so I use a little bit more power to make my score look better.
I feel that after working hard, I seem to have entered their circle recently. I wonder if this has achieved the goal that the teacher said?

It's really strange. When the teacher used to cover things up, I could easily hear the core of what the teacher wanted to cover up, but this time the teacher said it clearly, but I didn't understand it very clearly.

is it me
"Makarich!" A loud shout came, and Makarich's heart skipped a beat.

"Ah! Lerry! Turner! And Les!" Makarich, who was awakened, saw three young sailors running towards him, and enthusiastically called out their names.

"You are number one again in this assessment, you are so amazing!"

"Hahaha, no, there are actually some tricks." Makarich showed a business smile and chatted enthusiastically with these people.

Faced with their amazement about the assessment, Makarich not only did not perfunctory, but taught them a few tips, and this behavior also made Makarich's reputation better and people more popular.

This kind of thing doesn't seem difficult to Makarich - just like he used to be at home, it's just one of the basic lessons of a long-standing nobleman.

After Lery and the others left, Makarich welcomed several waves of marines, and Makarich expressed his welcome with the same enthusiasm and demeanor.

Even after sending them away, when they couldn't see, Makarich's enthusiasm and sincerity were so impeccable-there was no such bad situation as his teacher, who immediately changed his face after the performance
Makarich is very smart. He did not fully follow the aristocratic posture and demeanor taught in the aristocratic course. Instead, he completely let go of his aristocratic identity and used a completely civilian attitude to get along with these navies who were of ordinary origin.

The vigor of the young man himself, his usual plain and natural words and deeds with a touch of extravagance, combined with Makarich's handsome and sunny cheeks, finally mixed into a unique charm, making this little boy Not only did the naval base quickly accept him as a transfer student, but it even certified him as one of the people with the best reputation in a short period of time.

Makarich is also very proud of it, not because he can clearly understand the relationship of the entire naval base, nor is it because the things he learned from elementary school are finally useful, instead of being a group of dudes like before Stabbing each other, not because of the flattery and friendly attitude of those navy
Although Makarich admits that these things do make him somewhat proud—but the fundamental reason is that he fulfilled the teacher's entrustment and did not make the teacher worry!
But
Why does it always feel so awkward? What is the situation of this faint but persistent feeling of disobedience that fills the whole body and mind?
Makarich looked down at his palm, eyes full of confusion.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Makarich folded his fingers together and put away his palms, and raised his head naturally, with a subtle joy on his face——After practice, Makarich found that compared with what might make People feel hypocritical and continuous smile, this kind of inconspicuous but contagious joy is more suitable as a daily expression.

Suddenly a strong sense of awkwardness surged up, and the joy on Makarich's face suddenly couldn't be maintained, and his face became a little ugly.

Makarich immediately covered his face with his hands and lowered his head.

"Makarich, are you alright!" Major Mundy, one of the few branch lieutenant colonels in the base, came across.Thanks to Makarich's recent reputation, Lieutenant Colonel Monty, who suddenly covered his face and lowered his head, quickly stepped forward to inquire.

"It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well a little bit." Makarich showed a smile that was still good-looking but a little bit forced—it was very like he didn't want others to worry and insisted that he was fine.

"Don't worry, don't stand up when you're sick, I'll ask for leave for you, you go to the doctor first, and then take a good rest for a few days." Lieutenant Colonel Monty said with a frown.

"Then thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Mondy." Makarich once again showed the good-looking but reluctant smile before, matching his reputation at the base, it was so pleasing to the heart.

Lieutenant Colonel Mundy nodded and left without saying anything.
"Teacher, I'm great! Have you fulfilled your expectations perfectly? Hee hee, after all - I'm Sand Mosa's big disciple! Hahahahaha." ——Marine Private First Class Makarich

(End of this chapter)