Pirate's Freedom

In the second-grade teacher's office, Yukinoshita has gone back to class, Porusalino has changed a new newspaper, and Shizuka Hiratsuka is on the phone.

"Did you call so soon?"

"..."

"The first thing we did was to call for punishment."

"..."

"I can't answer you, Harano, you'd better ask him yourself. Yes, Mr. Porusalino is right next to me."

"..."

While talking, Shizuka Hiratsuka turned on the speaker of her phone, but after a while, there was no sound from the other side.

"Oh yo yo, I suddenly have a question - what is the thing that I can do but others can't?"

Porusalino paused meaningfully, Hiratsuka Shizuka raised the corners of her mouth and put the phone back to her ear again.

"It means that I am the only one who can bully my sister, Yangno. Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too close~"

"..."

After a while, Shizuka Hiratsuka put down her phone, stretched, and sighed happily, with a malicious smile on her face.

"She hung up the phone, Mr. Porusalino, this is really strange. It's the first time I've ever seen Yangno with someone she can't handle."

"Abnormal people also have common sense. Because of this, they will be even more surprised when they see something that goes against common sense."

As the bell continued to ring for the end of get out of class, Porusalino turned his attention to the door. Before a moment, the bell just stopped——

"First!"

After an emergency brake, Nami was the first to rush into the door.

"second!"

Nuo Qigao followed closely behind.

"Third!" x2

Ila and Karina rushed in side by side, but considering the factor of turning at the door, Karina was actually a little ahead.

"..."

After staring at the panting Nami and Nokigao, Porusalino silently narrowed his eyes.

"We're all here, that's it! How about I treat you to ramen for lunch?"

It seems that Shizuka Hiratsuka intends to pretend that what happened before has never happened.

"Haaah... ramen?"

After taking a breath, Karina asked doubtfully.

"Yes, ramen is delicious..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka began to promote her "Seventeen-Article Ramen Constitution".

"First, the noodles must be soft and tender; secondly, the three treasures must be respected, and the three treasures are noodles, ingredients, and soup base..."

"...Mr. Hiratsuka, you will practice the more realistic fighting skills from the hot-blooded anime, so you should understand the concept of [Completion], right?"

After a moment of silence, Porusalino suddenly interjected and asked.

"Oh, no, yes, I do understand, Mr. Po, Mr. Porus Reno, how do you know?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's face turned red with embarrassment, and she was speechless.

"Since it is break time, it is also personal freedom to watch anime in the staff room. Mr. Hiratsuka, there is no need for you to panic, but let me explain briefly."

Looking at the naturally confused expressions on the faces of the little girls headed by Nami, Porusalino explained.

"Even if it is to perfect a posture, you have to hone your body over and over again, allowing your body and mind to constantly adjust during the polishing of your skills until you reach perfection."

As he spoke, his eyes followed the words. Several little girls looked half-comprehensive, and Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression gradually changed.

"In the end, whether it is the hard work of predecessors or the ravings of a madman, let the crystallization of those ideas, the results that are qualified to be called mysteries, appear in yourself."

Porusalino's voice was unusually calm.

“We can describe this entire process as [completeness].”

"That's right! That's it! I didn't expect you, Mr. Porusalino, to know so much!"

By this time, Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression had completely changed. Her eyes were bright and shining, full of the meaning that a confidant was hard to find.

"I have practiced both "Iron Wind" and "Almighty Fighter". Mr. Porusalino, which one did you practice?"

"Sorry, I haven't watched either of these movies."

"Oh, oh, oh! It's so difficult! Teacher Polusalino, you have aroused my competitive spirit!"

She stared at Porusalino and explored with interest.

""Wind Judoji"? Or "Nadagami Kageryu"?... It doesn't seem to be either... Could it be "Fist Wan Ashura"! This is a bit... It's not! Ah! It can't be "Kage Ryu" "Benya" right?! That doesn't work - it's too ridiculous!"

"None of these, Mr. Hiratsuka, you and I are different. You are still a semi-finished product, an unpolished rough stone, while I have already completed it."

Porusalino didn't want to dwell on the topic.

"Teachers teach students that they must find ways to discover their special qualities and spend time and carefully cultivate them so that their talents can blossom and bear fruit. Because I understand this, I am even more puzzled."

He got back to the topic and said what he really wanted to say.

"The acquisition and proficiency of all skills is an improvement in the [degree of completion]. This is the miraculous path for the weak who are unwilling to be ordinary to surpass themselves. The strange changes of [hardness] and [softness] - Superhuman physical skills [Navy Six Styles] ] Same thing."

Having said this, with a slight exhale, Porusalino asked softly.

"Nami, Nokigao, do you want to guess how much [Completion Level] you have in [Six Forms]?"

"Wait! Wait a minute! This [Navy Six Styles] is from your navy, right? I've never learned it!"

Although it sounded familiar, Noqigao couldn't remember at all when he learned this incredible thing.

"It's not surprising that I can't notice it. Who can explain clearly how I learned to cry..."

Porusalino didn't take her denial seriously at all, but said it as a matter of course.

"Rather than saying that you have unparalleled talents in the [Six Forms], it is better to say that the [Six Forms] are instincts...an instinct just like crying, even deeper..."

After looking at them deeply, Porusalino closed his eyes slightly and continued.

"That is not something that can be achieved through study and practice. Seriously speaking, if someone with outstanding talent observes your every move for a long time, he might be able to understand the [Six Styles] from you. In this case..."

He smacked his lips and laughed as if savoring something.

"Oh yo~, another question arises...how did the original [Six Styles] come about?"

"I talked for a long time..."

The confused Nami interrupted his soliloquy.

"What exactly is [Six Forms]? You should at least explain this clearly."

"Nami, in your eyes, what do you think of me now?"

Porusalino suddenly asked an incomprehensible question.

"What's there to say?"

Nami felt confused.

"It's not difficult, Nami, you just need to express your impression."

Porusalino urged.

"That's it. Kizaru, a general, is as strong as a monster."

Feeling the powerful presence emanating from Porusalino that was completely unlike a living thing, like mountains and oceans, Nami waved her hand impatiently.

"But, Nami, I've got my eye on you. You shouldn't be able to move a finger, right?"

Porusalino warned aloud, and the momentum he released was not leaked at all, and it all enveloped Nami.

"Eh? How come?"

Nami was surprised when she reacted. She raised her hands and moved her fingers again.

"Really! It's really different!"

Only then did she realize that although the changes around her were drastic, like the thin sky and the pressure of the deep sea, she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

It was as if she also changed from a bird to a fish.

It’s not that fish are better than birds, but there is no doubt that even under [-] meters of depth, there are still fish that can survive here.

The shocked Nami became serious and compared the current Porusalino with the last time he showed his momentum in her memory.

"How should I put it? Although it is huge...but..."

She opened her mouth and was about to blurt out what she was feeling, but found that she couldn't find the exact adjective.

"Nami..."

Yi La on the side tugged on Nami's sleeve, whispered to her in a low voice.

"It's building blocks."

"Built blocks...that's really well said."

Porusalino turned his gaze, glanced at Ila, and then looked back.

"Ila... she is different from you, she has not undergone that kind of change, but..."

His voice paused.

"If I guess correctly, she is the most special one among you, but because she is so abnormal, nothing can be seen."

"...?"

Listening to Porusalino's words, Ila looked confused and subconsciously wanted to bite her finger.

From just now, there is another person who has been listening until now.

"...Mr. Porusalino, what on earth are you talking about?"

Hiratsuka Shizu calmed down the excitement on her face and frowned slightly.

"I don't know what Tata Tot is doing, but he shouldn't be able to take action now. In that case, it doesn't matter if he goes a little too far..."

Porusalino stood up from the chair, threw his suit jacket on the desk, turned back, looked at Nami and Nozhiko across Hiratsuka Shizuka's workstation, and said this.

"In this case, let me fight with you."