Daily Life in One Piece - Chapter 43
This script seems off.
Mosen never expected it to turn out this way. Most of the time, the top brass determined the assignment of new recruits, making them like fresh cabbages waiting to be picked.
However, there were exceptions; geniuses always got special treatment.
So, if Mosen could choose his superior and they got along, he could strike a deal.
Mosen looked at the older man sitting beside Sengoku, stuffing rice crackers into his mouth—Garp.
“Could it be that I’m destined to be connected with the East Blue?”
Mosen glanced at Kizaru, thinking, “Maybe following this wretched guy would be good, too. It could improve the fleet’s aesthetic and he’s known for being lazy.”
As for Akainu, Mosen merely swept his gaze over him. There was no need to confirm that they were not on the same wavelength.
As a regular modern-day guy, Mosen couldn’t understand Akainu’s absolute justice.
For instance, in today’s society, if a few kidnappers held hostages, Akainu’s form of justice would be to eliminate both the kidnappers and the hostages. What kind of justice is that?
Imagine being one of the hostages; how would you feel?
As for him punching Ace to death, Mosen didn’t find it wrong, considering the inherent opposition between the Navy and pirates.
Zephyr entered with Sengoku and the others but did not sit with them. Instead, he stood before all the recruits.
Shuzo stood beside Zephyr.
“Recruits, this test is crucial in determining which unit you’ll be assigned to. I hope you perform well. Your results will be recorded and combined with your upcoming practical test results to decide your starting rank after graduation. Whether you start as a regular sailor or a lieutenant or even a captain depends on your performance.”
Zephyr didn’t need to elaborate on the significance of justice; they had been ingrained with that throughout their training.
“Shuzo, the stage is yours.” Zephyr finished and took a seat next to Sengoku.
“Zephyr, it looks like you’ve trained another batch of excellent recruits, hahaha, crunch…”
Garp munched on a rice cracker, turned to Zephyr, and laughed.
“I’ve already reserved Mosen. He’s truly an outstanding lad from the East Blue. I just need a new adjutant.”
Sengoku was furious upon hearing this and scolded Garp: “You idiot, didn’t you just get a new adjutant?”
“Hahaha, what’s the harm in having an extra adjutant? Don’t sweat the small stuff, Sengoku!”
On the other side, Borsalino, with his annoying tone, said, “Yo, Zephyr-sensei, you really trained a monster this time.”
Zephyr glanced at Kizaru, his expression serious: “Regardless of their strength, they are my students who uphold justice, Borsalino.”
Sengoku exasperated, interrupted Kizaru, “Enough, let’s watch the test. This time, we will prioritize filling the units with the most vacancies.”
……
In the training ground, Shuzo had already divided the recruits into five groups for the Douriki value test.
Mosen stood at the end of a queue. He had joined last, so his number was at the very back.
The first in line had already started testing, and the staff was recording and announcing the results.
“Freeman Gru, Douriki: 58.”
“Dan, Douriki: 65.”
“Steinton, Douriki: 80.”
“……”
As each recruit’s Douriki value was announced, the stand commanders began murmuring.
“Zephyr-sensei’s recruits are really something this time. Their overall quality could be among the top five in history,” commented a Rear Admiral.
“Indeed, our batch didn’t have such high average standards,” another Rear Admiral agreed.
“Tess, Douriki: 886.”
Wow!!
“Fendi, that’s your boy, right? Impressive.”
Tess’ father, Rear Admiral Fendi, was the spitting image of him—muscular build, dark skin.
One look and you’d know they were blood-related; no dubious parentage here.
Hearing his son’s score, Fendi couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “Hahaha, this brat is much stronger than I was. I hope his combat skills are just as good.”
“With Zephyr-sensei’s training, his combat skills will be top-notch.”
“Fendi has a good son, unlike my idiot who wanted to be a reporter.”
Most Rear Admirals and Vice Admirals had families, and their children were mostly grown up.
With Tess’ score revealed, the conversation shifted to their children, envying Fendi.
The discussion veered off a bit.
Mosen felt somewhat bored. The machine test differed from the CP9’s owl in Enies Lobby; while the machine was accurate, it was slow.
Luckily, five machines were testing simultaneously; otherwise, who knows when it would be his turn.
“Varickroz, Douriki: 1273.”
The entire training ground erupted. Although the recruit camp sometimes had older prodigies, most were around 20.
Varickroz was only 21, and this score already labeled him a genius.
Mosen was a bit surprised, too. Varickroz had truly mastered Haki, not just the occasional success he had before.
Tess, who had previously held the highest score in the camp, now had a frozen smile. Varickroz’s score was nearly 400 points higher than his, making it hard to accept.
They had been evenly matched before; how did Varickroz suddenly become so strong, like he took some miracle drug?
The bigwigs in the stands were no longer calm. This score could rival the current elite Vice Admirals’ graduation scores.
Properly nurtured, Varickroz could become a high-ranking asset.
“I lost a lot of troops in the New World. Varickroz would be a perfect addition to replenish my forces,” Vice Admiral Dalmatian stated. Though he was a newly promoted Vice Admiral, he couldn’t back down now, especially since he was pleased with Varickroz after teaching him for three months.
As for Mosen, anyone else could have him. He didn’t want to risk a heart attack.
“I apologize for my previous ignorance.”
“My unit is also in dire need of manpower. I know Varickroz well; he would be better trained in my fleet,” said a seasoned Vice Admiral, obviously familiar with Varickroz’s family.
“I taught him swordsmanship for three months,” Dalmatian added, blocking further attempts.
The implication was clear: this kid is my disciple.
Some of the officers considered the benefits of being a training instructor. If stationed at the headquarters, it might be a good idea.
Sengoku intervened, “Let’s assign him to Dalmatian’s unit first.”
Time passed, and finally, everyone else had finished their tests.
It was Mosen’s turn.
The other recruits and the bigwigs in the stands eagerly watched him.
“Arufa Mosen, Douriki… Douriki: 5280.”
The entire ground fell silent!
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