I was a pirate, but I was given a Death panel

Warring States looked seriously at the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him.

Did Garp tell him?

No, although Garp is unreliable and often slips up.

But in fact, this old guy knew very well what things could be revealed and what things should not be revealed.

He probably wouldn't tell Sean about the plaque he had just replaced half a year ago.

So, is the view of justice he expressed just a coincidence?

"In this case, after all, you have been on a desert island for three years and have not received any systematic training, so I will first arrange for you to study in the elite training camp of our headquarters. Is that okay?"

Shaking away those thoughts in his mind, Sengoku asked immediately.

"Yes, no problem! But Marshal of the Warring States Period, what is your rank after you graduate from the boot camp?"

"This is based on the results of the graduation examination. As long as you can graduate, the worst you can do is become a lieutenant."

"What's best?"

"The best? The sailors who have graduated from the elite training camp over the years have been awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel. Of course, there are only a few who can achieve this step!"

Hearing this, Sean nodded.

It is said to be a graduation assessment, but in fact it only assesses one thing, and that is pure strength!

To put it bluntly, the military rank you can obtain depends on your strength upon graduation.

However, this is not without limitations. The first rank is to be a colonel. If you want to enter the general level, in addition to having strength, you also need corresponding military merit.

Except for the world conscription, this cannot be avoided.

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puff...

A bubble that was suddenly big and small suddenly burst.

"No, I fell asleep again!"

"Where are the Xien people?"

Suddenly jumping up from the sofa, Garp looked around, then looked at Sengoku and asked.

"Having someone take him to Zefa to report!"

"Zefa...I guess he will be scared..."

"Scared? What do you mean?"

"Didn't I tell you that Sean already has the strength of a colonel at the Navy Headquarters? Among all the colonels, he is definitely the best!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, you old bastard?"

"Didn't you fall asleep just after you came in? Hahahahaha!!!"

"Come here, bring Sean to me..."

"Calm down, old man!"

Hearing that Sean already had the strength of a colonel in his headquarters, Warring States was immediately confused.

Why don't you just go to an elite training camp to learn something? Are you going to bully the kids?

Immediately, he was ready to send someone to call Sean back.

However, he was stopped by Garp the next moment.

"Although Sean is very capable, you also know that he spent three years alone on a desert island and has no memory of three years ago."

"In other words, Sean has not received systematic training. Regarding this, Bogart and I also tested him on the way back, and it is indeed the case."

"So, let Zefa polish this kid!"

Hearing this, Warring States pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Well, let's do this for now!"

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Elite training camp.

Chief Instructor's Office.

At this moment, Sean has been brought here and is standing in front of Zefa's desk.

The great nobleman of Zhumeida Kingdom?

Zefa looked at the documents that were sent to him along with Sean and frowned slightly.

He has no good impression of nobles and the like.

"Ain!"

"Teacher Zefa!"

"Take him to the training camp and test his strength!"

"If your strength is not up to par, send it back to the Warring States Period!"

"Yes, Teacher Zefa!"

After all, it was sent by someone from the Warring States Period. Even if Zefa didn't like it, he couldn't refuse it directly.

However, if his strength is not up to par, then he will be kicked from the elite training camp to an ordinary recruit training camp...

It's logical, no one can say anything!

after all...

Where do you think the elite training camp is?

This is the cradle of future naval officers, not a place for nobles like you to come and play!

Sean was not surprised by Zefa's reaction. After a slight nod, he followed Ain and left.

After all, even I dislike the nobles in the tenth rank of pirates.

And this also surprised Zefa.

I thought this guy would yell and cause a scene, but now it seems he is surprisingly calm.

Involuntarily, Zefa became somewhat interested in Sean for no apparent reason, so he got up and left his office.

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A few minutes later.

On the school field of the elite training camp.

The students who were originally conducting various trainings have now retreated to the side.

Instead, there were Ain and Sean standing opposite each other.

She, who has been following Zefa, is very clear about the purpose of this assessment.

That's getting this guy out of elite training camp.

Therefore, Ain has decided not to hold back.

"What weapon do you use?"

"Weapon? A sword will do!"

"There are navy standard swords over there, you can choose one at will."

Pointing to the dozen standard swords on the shelf nearby, Ain said coldly.

Sean nodded and went over to choose.

Speaking of which, Sean really complained about the Navy's standard sword.

All of them are Western swords, hmm...

The kind used in Pirates of the Caribbean.

To be honest, among the various swords from the past and present, both at home and abroad, Western swords are definitely not the best in all aspects.

Moreover, using this kind of sword requires extremely high skills to make up for its lack of sharpness and flexibility.

Once faced with Eastern weapons and opponents that emphasize both strength and skill, Western swords will be completely at a disadvantage.

He casually took out a handful, and after waving it a few times, Sean showed a disgusted face.

Seeing this scene, Ain was extremely dissatisfied.

"As expected of a noble, do you look down on a simple sword like the Navy?"

In Ain's impression, the swords used by the nobles were very gorgeous, but swords were weapons, so why should they be so gorgeous?

Therefore, Sean's expression just now was obviously disgusting.

After some misunderstanding, she also developed some disgust towards Sean.

Well, after Sean heard Ain's words, he already knew where she had misunderstood, and he didn't know how to explain it and was not prepared to explain it.

Instead, he came to stand in front of Ain again.

"We can begin!"

boom! ! !

Heavy pressure instantly enveloped the entire school.

Even those students who had retreated to the edge were also affected.

Several people were even directly pressed to the ground.

Zefa, who followed the two here, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.

what is this?

Overlord color?

No, it’s not a domineering look, and it’s not imposing either!

Is it a devil fruit that can control gravity?

But doesn’t the document say that he has never eaten a devil fruit?

Zefa was a little confused.

Ain, who was standing directly opposite Sean, was under greater pressure than the students on the edge of the school field.

She even had a feeling that as long as she relaxed a little, her knees would bend due to the huge pressure.

"However, I don't know what devil fruit you ate."

"But don't think that if you do this, you can win this assessment!"

"Teacher Zefa said that physical skills are the foundation of everything!"

"shave!"

Disappeared instantly.

The speed is extremely fast.

but...

Compared with Garp, it is still far behind.

Not to mention Garp, even Bogart is far faster than Ain.

There was a slight movement under his feet, and Sean also disappeared.

The next moment, the sound of swords clashing was heard.

ding ding ding...

In just one moment, the two of them exchanged several blows.

If it were Ain five years later, his strength would still be acceptable.

But now...

That’s it!

After all, it has only been two years since Zefa broke his arm, and it has only been one year since Ain graduated from the elite training camp.

At this moment, she is at best the strength of a lieutenant colonel in the headquarters, or even worse.

On the sidelines, Zefa was a little surprised.

Although Sean's swordsmanship was good, it was only the application of basic swordsmanship. Apart from the slashing speed, accuracy, and the tricky angle of the sword, there were not many surprises.

But what happened to his movement just now?

It's like a Navy Six shave, but different.

Because Zefa clearly saw that Sean only stepped on the ground seven times.

But its movement speed is no slower than Ain.

This time...

Ain is afraid that he will lose! !