Sword of the pirate king

In the early morning of Marin Vanduo, the sun was warm, and dozens of seagulls circled and flew by. The sea breeze with the taste of the sea brushed over the sweaty sailors on the school grounds, bringing them a bit of coolness.

The Gate of Justice, towering into the sky and standing in the sea, slowly opened, ushering in today's first visitor, or more precisely, the returnee.

A warship broke through the waves, rushed into the Gate of Justice on the current, and sailed towards the Crescent Wharf.

"It's still early."

The tall man in the cloak of justice and a gray suit stood with his chest folded, and said softly when he saw the warship gradually slowing down in the distance.

With just one cigarette, the warship had already docked. The man flicked the cigarette butt away with his fingers, waiting quietly for people to come on board.

"Hmph, you're still so tasteless. Your soil turtle helmet with a ferocious face may scare children to tears."

The visitor sarcastically mercilessly, with his hand on the handle of the long knife at his waist, walked towards the man.

"Heh, you unorthodox purple-haired punk has the guts to criticize me. The atmosphere of the navy has been ruined by you."

The tall man with thick black hair and slightly messy, wearing a two-headed dragon helmet retorted uncomfortably, pointing directly at the other party's sore spot.

"You're still wearing purple stripes when you're old, and you still want to flirt with your uncle's face?"

"You bastard is not qualified to say anything about me. Who in the whole navy or even the Great Airway doesn't know your name 'Ghost Tentacle'!"

The purple-haired punk twirled his beard and countered provocatively.

"If you want to fight, then come!"

Enraged by the word "ghost tentacles", the tall man drew his sword angrily, his back and waist-length hair suddenly raised, countless strands of hair condensed into six "arms", and flexibly pulled out six general-style weapons with gauntlets from behind Knife, both hands also held two knives at some point.

"Laozi is a 'ghost spider', you bastard is ruining my reputation!"

"It's not that you first said that I'm 'killing Matt', and if I do many injustices, I will kill myself!"

With a sound of Kata, the long knife on his waist slowly revealed its edge, and the purple-haired punk, not to be outdone, drew the knife out of its sheath.

Combat is imminent.

"Ahem, you have to think about it. If you start a fight here, you will be fined and confinement by the marshal."

"Hehe, flying squirrel, do you think I'll back down?"

The ghost spider spread out its eight knives like a peacock spreading its tail, but it didn't move for a long time. The flying squirrel also took a posture and remained motionless.

The two sides fell into a stalemate.

"You guys, are you still fighting or not?"

Behind the flying squirrel, to be precise, from the rear and above, a voice broke the silence.

"Ms. Zefa is still waiting."

The speaker, who is much taller than flying squirrels and ghost spiders, is carrying a terrifying long-handled saw blade on his shoulders. The cold light is frightening. The most eye-catching thing is the porous horn mask on his face, only showing the skin below his nose. face.

"Hmph, since Lieutenant General Bastiyu interceded for you, then I will forgive you today. It won't be so easy to see you next time!"

The flying squirrel snorted coldly, and took advantage of the situation to put away his saber.

"Huh? Obviously I decided to spare your life for the sake of Lieutenant General Bastiou, but you still kicked your nose?"

As he said this, the ghost spider lost its six black hair "arms", and its eight knives were nowhere to be seen. (I guess it's hidden in the hair)
what happened?When did I say not to let them fight?What the hell is pleading?

The bewilderment on Bastiou's face can be felt even through the mask.

My face, you veteran lieutenant generals need to give me a new lieutenant general face?Shouldn't he make a move to stand up?
"Why do you feel that Lieutenant General Bastiou's hair suddenly turned red?"

"It should be because of the sun."

A group of sailors waiting in line behind them couldn't help whispering.

Ghost Spider straightened his messy skirt, lit a cigarette again, "Let's go, Teacher Zefa should be waiting soon."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, followed by Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel and Lieutenant General Bastiyu.

Seeing the flying squirrel lieutenant general walk away, his adjutant directly ordered the sailors under his command to disband.

"The renovation here is not bad."

Walking down the long stairs and seeing the underground training ground for the first time, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel nodded in satisfaction. Bastiyu was also amazed. Seeing countless hard-working and sweating people, he was full of excitement. memories.

"Come this way, the teacher's office is not here."

The ghost spider seemed to have been here not long ago, and was much more familiar with it than Flying Squirrel and Bastiyu, who had just returned from a mission. He walked ahead and led the two through the training area and up several flights of stairs. He stopped in front of a door and raised his hand to knock on it.

"Dong dong dong."

"come in."

Zefa's slightly tired voice came out.

The three of them entered the room, their eyes searched for Zefa, and they saw him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire training area.

"teacher!"

"Long time no see, Teacher Zefa!"

"Well, sit down first when you come, ghost spider, go make tea, use the tea in the tea pot that I didn't let you touch the day before yesterday."

Zefa didn't look back, and already knew the identity of the visitor. Although there was an unexpected person, they were all his students, not outsiders.

The three world-renowned vice admirals are sitting upright like elementary school students waiting for their teacher to talk in the office, even if the combined age of the three is more than 100.In front of Zefa, he will always be a student.The shadow he once left is not so easy to eliminate.

After a long time, Zefa finally withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked to his desk and sat down, took a sip from the teacup that was a little hot, and showed a regretful expression, "It's getting cold."

Waving his hand to reject the ghost spider who wanted to make another cup for him, Zefa gulped down the tea while it was still warm, then looked at the three students in front of him, and said, "Bastiyu, congratulations on your promotion. The general's first mission has been successfully completed. I have also heard of the reputation of the Shark Slayer."

"Thanks to the teacher's teaching, I have enough ability to deal with the dangers I encounter. It didn't take much effort for me to have Senior Flying Squirrel help me out."

Bastiyu hurriedly replied.

"You don't need to belittle yourself. I know your strength. But don't be complacent. Your shortcomings are still obvious. You are probably the bottom of the current lieutenant generals."

Zefa is well versed in the way of teaching, so he raised and then suppressed, calming Bastiou, who had successfully completed the task and was somewhat complacent.

"It just so happened that you came today. I originally only sent a letter to the flying squirrel and the ghost spider, but I didn't expect you to be on the flying squirrel's boat. The facilities here have been updated compared to yours back then. Here's to training."

"Yes, Teacher Zefa!"

Bastiou couldn't see any expression on his face under the mask, but he was very happy to hear his tone.

As for strength, it is natural to have the teacher's guidance, and the improvement is faster.At this time, we will suffer more, and we will bleed less during the war.

"I came to you for one thing, come and see."

Zefa pointed to a young man on a wide flat ground outside, and the three of them crowded in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"He will leave it to you..."

"Just don't kill him."

Zefa said indifferently.