The Evil Generation of Pirates

After Zefa finished speaking, the class ended. This class was very short, but everyone felt that it benefited a lot. .

Because it was the first day, it was relatively easy, and because Zefa was scheduled to give lectures for one afternoon, the courses had already been scheduled. There were not enough teachers to make up the classes temporarily, so free activities were arranged as the most peaceful afternoon before the devil training. .

"What Teacher Zefa said just now is so wonderful!" The group of people were walking on the playground, and Hughes was still recalling the scene of Zefa's speech.

Doe fanned the wind with his hand. Today's sun was very fierce: "I still think the fight between the five teachers was more exciting. Teacher Zefa's punch at the end made me feel like the sky was darkening. It was really scary!"

"Wouldn't it be cool if I become like Teacher Zefa one day?" Hughes imagined the future.

"Hmph." Doe glanced at him and hummed.

"What do you mean? Look down on me?" Hughes asked.

Doe said disdainfully: "You, please first ensure that you can survive the actual combat that happens every half month."

"I have no problem, but you are not sure..."

The two people were talking and quarreling with each other again. Yamos and Derek were used to it.

"I'm telling you, there was something wrong with you when you were watching the test. It turns out you had a knot in your mind." Derek said, picking his ears.

Yamos now feels more comfortable than ever before: "I won't hide it from you, I envy your strength."

"Actually, you are also very strong. It's just that you have faced it yourself. You always put yourself against the stronger ones, but you don't know that you have always been the best among your peers." Drake said sincerely.

Amos is actually only 17 years old, and Drake is 23 years old this year.

"I understand." Yamos responded with a slight smile.

He had indeed gone astray before and was a little extreme, and he often pitted himself against Drake in his heart.But in fact, Drake's usual hard work is not weaker than him. In addition, after eating the devil fruit, he is six years older. It is very reasonable to have such strength.

Zefa's words reminded him of what he had learned in his previous life.The best group will always be the most talented and hard-working people, but now, his talent is not as good as that of the best group of people, and his level of hard work is not as good as that of the best group of people.

So what he has to do now is to work harder, truly challenge his own limits, and break through that hypocritical ceiling.

He didn't know how far it could go, but he was bound to do it.

It has nothing to do with anything else but faith.

To get stronger.

Maybe his final strength will only stay at a level of no less than no less, but he is not a person who feels sorry for himself. At worst, he will find other ways to make himself stronger, find a Devil Fruit that suits him, or whatever, everything will be over. It's unknown.

It’s unknown so it’s challenging, but Yamos is confident.

Not long after their walk, Yamos suggested that they should seize every moment and train hard.

The others had no objection, so they started training in an open space on the playground. After seeing it, other first-year students came over one after another. Soon, almost all the first-year students started training here. .

The atmosphere is very good. Once you get caught up in the atmosphere, you don't want to get out of it.

Zefa was very pleased to see that Portes went to the tavern to drink on the grounds of his arm injury. The other four teachers were all fine and followed Zefa here.

The five people guided them on the correct, reasonable and effective naval school training methods. Everyone listened carefully and then focused on training in accordance with the regulations.

……

In the evening, it was time for dinner and the training was over.

A group of people went to the cafeteria to eat. After the meal, the group was basically exhausted and went back to the dormitory to rest.After eating, Yamos did not follow them to take a cold shower. Instead, he still wore sweat-smelling navy half-sleeves, left the school, and went to the pub to buy two bottles of wine.

He walked on that familiar street again, and the cool wind blew over him, making his whole body feel chilled, very comfortable, refreshing, and happy.

"Hey, drunkard, you're still here." Yamos walked on the corner of the street, and the navy drunkard was still sitting there as always.

Augus White looked up and saw Yamos coming with two bottles of wine. He naturally understood the purpose of his visit: "You haven't been here for several days. Thank you for the wine."

As he spoke, he took a bottle of wine from Yamos's hand in a familiar manner. Still as savage and rough as ever, he bit open the cork and drank.

Yamos sat next to him, uncorked the bottle but did not drink it in a hurry, but said: "Maybe he will rarely come here in the future."

"Yeah." White put down the bottle and turned to look at him, "Why, are you leaving?"

"No, I will spend all my time in training from now on, so the days when I have free time to come out and drink with you are gone." Yamos smiled, "Don't expect me to bring you drinks in the future. Work hard and make money by yourself. Buy a bar.”

"Ha, it's like no one has money." White said bravely, "But, I have to leave too."

"Retired? You look about 40, right?" Yamos asked.

White took another sip of wine: "Resign."

"Why should you resign when you are in your prime?"

"Because..." White didn't say the next words for a long time. He glared at Yamos, "The brat wants to trick me, right?"

"Is this a cliche?" Yamos rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, too lazy to ask about White's personal affairs.

White said "hmm" and said, "Did you know that the Shichibukai system is about to be officially implemented?"

Yamos was about to drink, but the bottle he lifted was hanging in the air.

"This day has finally come. This system caused an uproar when it was drafted at the World Conference five years ago. I didn't expect it to be implemented today despite such huge criticism." White's voice was hoarse and he didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked. "Bring it on The consequences will only be distrust among the people of the world, and the glory of the navy will be trampled to the ground."

Yamos picked up the wine and drank a few gulps: "The world has compromised with pirates."

"No!" White immediately rejected Yamos's words, "The world government and the navy compromised with the pirates, but I did not! If all of us compromise, then the residents who have been bullied by the pirates will also compromise! The world government is making fun of the people and navies of the world!"

"But if even the navy, the only one that can compete with pirates, chooses ambiguous justice, then who else can save the world?"

"Stop asking me questions like this, it's stupid and ridiculous." White snorted and drank the rest of the wine in one breath. "The future will tell. What are your plans for the future?"

After drinking less than half a bottle of Yamos, he lost interest in drinking. He took out a cigarette and gave it to White. He also put one in his mouth: "Do you believe me when I say I want to save the world?"

"I don't believe it, haha." White took half a bottle of wine from Yamos and drank it without any objection.

"What if I say I want to overthrow the World Government and overthrow the pirates?" Yamos asked again.

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough!" White choked on his wine and looked at Yamos' side face. He looked at the sky with a very serious expression, "You? Ahem, hahahaha!"

Yamos didn't know why his emotions were suddenly aroused and he subconsciously said such words.

Maybe it’s because of what I’ve seen and experienced over the years.

White was coughing and laughing until tears came to his eyes.

He looked at the sky silently, the stars were twinkling, and no one blocked anyone's light. He murmured:

"I."

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