Pirates: This Navy is Super Justice

Frey left here and walked towards Moore's office.

As soon as I knocked on the door and entered, I saw a surprising person.

He has short silver hair, wears a large coat with the word "Justice" written on the back, and goggles hanging around his neck.

There was a cigar in his mouth, still smoking.

It was the young Smoker who was still a captain at the Navy Headquarters and had the title of smoker.

"The smoke man who ate the crotch-pulling fruit." This was Frey's inner evaluation.

Smoker is a good person. Although he looks fierce on the outside, he really thinks about ordinary people. This can be seen from the fact that he can be good friends with the general Qing Pheasant.

However, as the first person with natural fruit abilities to appear in the original work, his performance is really impressive.

It's still the kind that stretches your hips as you go to the back.

As a person who watched anime at the time, Frey was very surprised. If you don't develop your fucking fruit abilities, practice your physical skills, and improve yourself, you will be beaten everywhere day by day. It's just like that.

So the way Frey looked at Smoker had a hint of hatred, which made Smoker, who turned to look at Frey, baffled.

"Frey, come here, let me introduce to you. This is your senior, Colonel Smoker." Moore said enthusiastically when he saw that Frey was here.

At the same time, he said to Smog: "This is the first person of our class, Frey Diernans."

"Hello, Colonel Smoker."

"Hello, Frey."

The two said hello to each other and then stopped talking.

Smoker didn't know the name Frey Diernans. Frey's name was paid more attention to by the higher-ups. Naturally, someone like Smoker wouldn't know it.

Smoker didn't care about Frey. After all, who was not the number one? He was also the number one at the beginning, even though he relied on the Devil Fruit.

Moreover, Smoker always felt that this junior had a bad opinion of him, which made him not want to tell Fredo.

"Then I'll leave first, Senior Brother Moore." After reminiscing with Moore, Smoker didn't stay long and said before leaving.

"Ok!"

Moore nodded, and Smoker turned and left without giving Frey a second glance.

As soon as Smoker left, Moore said in confusion: "Why, you don't seem to like him very much. You and Smoker don't know each other, Frey?"

Although Frey's various movements were obscure, he could still see them, so he asked this question.

"It's nothing, maybe it's because I feel the difference in personality between Colonel Smoker and I." Frey said a few words casually.

After Moore heard this, he didn't say anything. He still wanted to stay out of the young man's own affairs.

"You're here to get the saber, right?" Moore handed Frey's things to him from a box under his desk.

Demon slayers and Asuras, as well as the phone bugs that Moore considered irrelevant.

Frey nodded, didn't say much, and chatted with Moore for a few words. He brought his own saber and phone bug and didn't bother him again.

After not touching a knife for more than ten days, Frey actually missed it.

I found a training room alone to practice sword skills. While my physical skills improved, I couldn't leave this thing behind.

On the other side, Zefa left the elite training camp and went to Warring States.

In the office where Seng Guo is located, without Garp bothering him, Seng Guo's mood has been a bit better recently.

It's also much faster to deal with some things.

boom!boom!

"Please come in." Hearing someone knocking on the door, Zhan Guo didn't even raise his head and continued to deal with his affairs.

"Warring States!" Zefa shouted.

Warring States took a look and saw that it was Zefa. Wasn't he training that boy Frey? Why did he come to his place free of time?

"what happened?"

"It's like this. After some time, Frey has completely mastered the six postures. I think I can let him go out to eliminate the pests in the sea."

Warring States frowned and said in confusion: "Isn't it too hasty to let him enter the new world now? He doesn't even know how to see and hear."

Frey's strength is not low, and he is actually not a weakling in the new world, but for him, Frey is still too young and needs more training.

Zefa, of course, thought so too. He shook his head and said speechlessly: "Of course it's not the meat grinding ground in the New World. Aren't those pirate supernovas quite rampant recently? Let him deal with it. This will do him a lot of good."

Warring States turned around and thought about it, and instantly understood what Zefa meant.

"You mean, while eliminating potential pirates, you can accumulate merit at the same time."

Zefa nodded, that's what he meant.

It is not that simple to improve your rank in the navy.

Merit is one thing, wanting to be promoted is another.

And if you want to have a position with real power, you must have strength as support.

Frey's grandfather is an obvious example. A marginal rear admiral with no real power and pension is better than some colonels in the headquarters who have real power.

Frey, as the one who is most likely to be the leader of the next generation they are looking for, naturally has to make plans in advance.

And those pirate supernovas who have potential but have not yet reached that level of strength are the most useful credits.

Both Zefa and Sengoku believe that Frey has this strength. These pirate supernovas have not paid attention to their strength at all.

"I will arrange this, but this cannot delay his training." Warring States said seriously.

Compared with the improvement of Frey's strength, in the Warring States Period, these are just side effects.

"Don't worry, I will make arrangements."

The conversation between the two ended here, and Zefa returned to the elite training camp.

That night, Zefa told Frey about the matter.

However, the specific time was not given, allowing Frey to continue training with him for the time being.

More than half a month has passed, and it has been a month since Frei came to the headquarters.

Now that a month has passed, Precito and the others have also begun to learn the Sixth Form of the Navy.

It is worth mentioning that Garp left a few days ago because of something happening in the new world.

The person who temporarily replaced him was Vice Admiral Moore, Zefa's deputy.

After more than half a month in the familiar huge venue, Frey has gradually become more proficient in the use of the six movements.

Among them, shaving and iron blocks are the most skillful.

In the past month, Frey has not actively used the fruit ability, so much so that he almost forgot that he is still a natural fruit ability user.

Now, he has a black iron-like fist in his left hand and a domineering right hand that wraps around and kills ghosts.

He attacked Zefa with one punch and one knife.

The continuous offensive seemed to leave Zefa with no ability to fight back but to parry.

Of course, Frey knew this was an illusion, and he was always wary of Zefa's thunderous strike.

A wrong step, a series of flashes, or a knife slashing at Zefa, the blade of the knife flashed green, or a punch blasted out, making the air crackle.

Zefa's face was indifferent, and he punched hard.

The fist was covered with domineering energy and powerful. Before he even got close, Frey felt a powerful impact pushing against him.

There was only a sound of rushing water, and clear water droplets splashed and scattered throughout the venue.

Then the water drops gathered together quickly, revealing Frey's original appearance.

As soon as he changed back, a thick thigh swept towards him.

Frey's domineering force covers the left side of his body.

With a bang, he was kicked straight to the wall and turned into a splash of water.

"It seems that you haven't relaxed your use of the fruit's abilities during this period."

Zefa stopped moving and no longer stepped forward to take action.

"Now that I have this ability, I naturally won't put it aside. I just pay more attention to physical training these days."

Frey changed back to his original state again, coughing out a mouthful of blood. Zefa's attack was not something that could be avoided by becoming elemental.

Zefa nodded and said: "The Warring States side has made arrangements. A warship will be handed over to you tomorrow. Your adjutant will also tell you when the pirates to be dealt with arrive. As for how to deal with the pirates you defeated, let's see It’s your own.”

Although Zefa is known as a general who does not kill, he is not the kind of person who requires others to be like him.

He has his own justice, but he will not force others to be like him, nor will he say some high-sounding words from the so-called moral supremacy. He always uses facts to tell the world what he has done.

It was night, Frey returned to the dormitory, but strangely, Precito and the other three were not there.

"Where have you been?"

Although it was strange, he didn't think much about it. After all, this was a very safe place. Frey wasn't worried that something would happen to them.

After taking a shower, I saw the three people coming back.

Among them, Precito and Qionil were swearing.

Especially Precito, whose face was bruised and bruised, obviously from being beaten.

"Did you beat him?" Frey asked Hope.

"No." Hope shook her head.

Just as he was about to explain the reason, Qiongnier interrupted: "It was the man named Rajette, and Lord Precito was beaten by him."