1506 in the lunar calendar, October 1st! The playground of the 77th branch of the East China Sea Navy, 5 a.m.!

In the corner of the playground, a thin and blurry figure shone through the starlight, holding a knife in both hands, and slashing in front of him.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle!

“981，982，983……”

While practicing the knife technique, Mawson counted silently in his heart!

When he counted to 1000, Mawson's knife technique suddenly changed, from the original slash to a straight stab.

Chirping!

The harsher sound of the wind pierced far into the night, like the scream of a ghost, revealing the hazy night, eerie and terrifying!

The sound of blades slicing through the air and Mawson's whispers all mingled to add a touch of life to the quiet playground.

Ahem, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that the blade is sharp, because he has an unedged wooden knife in his hand.

After practicing each basic movement a thousand times, such as splitting, slashing, slashing, stabbing, teasing, and sweeping, Mawson combined all the movements together and coherently.

It's still a basic movement, and it can only be a basic knife style, and it's not even a knife technique. Because, although he can follow the drill as a miscellaneous soldier, the naval branch does not have any formed knife skills.

For the most basic level of the navy, the sword technique is far less than a gun.

After all, this is the weakest East China Sea, and 99% of the pirates can be taken down with one shot, not to mention that many pirates in the New World still have the profession of sniper in their pirate groups.

Based on the man's dream and cognition of the gun before the crossing, the practice of the Mawson gun was not put down.

Who would have too many survival skills?

"The training is really hard, but fortunately, the upper limit of the potential and physical strength of the people in this world far exceed that of the earthlings." After practicing all the basic knife postures, Mo Sen lay down on the spot, "This body seems to be gifted and not bad, otherwise Lao Tzu's empty body of an otaku can't support it." ”

In the past six months, Mawson has deeply experienced the perverted physique of people in this world.

Take himself as an example, since he entered the naval base, in addition to daily chores: laundry, mopping, kitchen chores, etc., he usually can't wait to spend all his time practicing himself.

Even when I sleep, I slept 5 hours a day for half a year.

This kind of intense training, let alone putting a teenager on the earth, is an iron man who will be wasted.

He doesn't.

Every time he was exhausted, he only had to rest for ten minutes before he felt like his body had recovered a lot of strength.

When Mawson thinks he has broken through the limits of his body, his body will tell him: No, you didn't break through!

slapped my brother in the face, and pierced my heart!

Therefore, although these technical training are important, physical training Mawson does more.

Although he didn't understand the principles of the Six Styles and domineering, he knew that the body was the foundation of everything, including the Devil Fruit, which had to rely on physical strength to support.

In the past six months, his rapid rise of 10 centimeters in height and 20 kilograms of weight are enough to prove how good his physical training is.

He weighs 5 kilograms of leggings under his baggy blue navy trousers, which he never takes off except in the shower.

In the past six months, the entire base has basically been challenged by him over and over again. From the beginning, he could only be on par with an ordinary soldier, and the later non-commissioned officer was no match for him, and now he can support many rounds in the hands of the captain.

His gun skills can rank in the top five of the branch, and the accuracy is terrifying. Two hundred meters away, he beat a hard-boiled egg, saying that he would never beat the egg yolk and never beat the egg white, and with a gun in hand, he even wanted to challenge Colonel Franca.

Mawson's efforts earned the respect of all the soldiers at the base, and even the veterans were brought to work hard.

At any time, people who work hard towards their dreams deserve to be respected, let alone work hard towards their dreams!

"I don't want to be defeated by a 12-year-old imp, it's definitely a shame in my military career!" A captain at the base said this after being drunk on a rotational break.

Mawson clapped his hands and put the wooden knife aside, this is his 60th knife, and he has an average of one in three days. Every time he went to get a new wooden knife from the quartermaster, he would be glared at and taunted, and he was simply ranked as the least popular character with the quartermaster.

"What a stingy ghost, it's just a wooden knife, as for being like a thief!"

With a sigh of complaint, Mo Sen put the 50 pounds of stones on the ground that he usually used for training on his back and began to jump with weights.

The stone was made by himself, just right for his back. This is also his own unique exercise technique, once he practiced the basic knife style when the whole body was sore, and he had a whim to do physical training.

I didn't expect the effect to be unexpectedly good, and the feeling of slowly increasing my strength and physique was so refreshing that I couldn't breathe. It's several times more refreshing than watching a small movie when I was an otaku in my previous life, and the indescribable thing of a slow-motion thing with my left hand and right hand is several times more refreshing.

And there is no need to worry about the deviation of the knife technique after physical training.

"I'm such a clever little ghost!"

“95，96，97…… 130，131……”

The sound faded away and disappeared into the hazy night.

…………

Honk!! Honk!!

An urgent alarm bell rang over the 77th base, followed by the voice of Colonel Franca.

"All assembled, except for the soldiers on duty, all playground assembled, urgent mission!!"

Navy quarters.

Mawson, who was cleaning, heard the radio and threw the broom aside at once.

He quickly ran to his place where he lived, put his long knife on his back, picked up his spear, and ran to the playground with the other soldiers.

It's also the third time in two years that I've heard the whole assembly at the base, but unfortunately I have eliminated myself the first two times, so I can't miss it this time.

Ten minutes later, everyone except the soldiers on duty had assembled.

Colonel Franka, dressed in the curtain of justice, walked to the lined square and stood still.

"Report to the colonel, the combat unit has been fully assembled, and it should be 280 people, and it is ...... There were 281 people. Adjutant Hindrell stammered before he finished his report.

A few black lines appeared on Franka's forehead, and he looked at the little tail hanging at the end of the square team, and shouted: "Bastard, Mawson imp, you don't need a handyman in this battle, especially a trainee handyman." ”

Mawson, who is 1.7 meters tall, is really a small point in this world, and he looks at the back of his head when he looks forward.

"Your Excellency Colonel, this is the 29th time that you have said that you don't need a handyman, but every time you come back from a battle, I will clean the warship."

“…………”

Awkward silence!

"Your Excellency, I am 14 years old, and you know my strength best as the commander who taught me sword skills."

"No strong man is trained, and he will never become a strong man without passing actual combat......

"Cinderiel, Mawson out." Franka interrupted Mawson, "Don't use guns, defeat Cinderian will prove that you are qualified to board the ship and fight, don't say that I won't give you a chance." ”

"Ahh Adjutant Captain Cinderel is the second strongest man in the base after Colonel Franca, so wouldn't it be a bully to send him on the field.

"Really, Colonel, talk the talk!"

"Hey, little ghost, give me enough time, who do you think is standing here, Lao Tzu is Cinderiel, known as the 'Pirate Butcher'." The adjutant looked unhappy, what kind of trouble did you want to make trouble with that happy expression on your face? Is it that you kid is too floating, or when Lao Tzu can't hold a knife?

"Your Excellency, I'm ready!" With the knife in hand, Mawson ignored the adjutant's words, and this hard-won opportunity could not be slipped.

After all, he hadn't fought anyone in half a year since he had a fight with Colonel Franka half a year ago.

If Cinderel still thinks of himself as he was a year ago, he will suffer a big loss.

"Little ghost, arrogance has a price, and I won't be polite to you!"

His Excellency the Adjutant was obviously angry, and was despised by a little ghost who had only been in the base for two years, and it was simply an uncle who could bear it...... Uncle can't stand it either.

The captain's long knife is not a navy long knife, it is a quick knife he captured during a hunt for pirates, and its sharpness is no less than 50 good fast knives, and there are no less than double tens of pirates who hate this knife.

"The name of the knife is 'Fengzhu', its sharpness is not inferior to the good and fast knife, be careful of the little ghost! This isn't your old job, and I'm not going to release water! Cinderreel's breath with a knife in his hand became dangerous, reminding Mawson.

Mo Sen's eyes were bright, no one might believe it, this was the first time he came to the pirate world to fight with someone with a real weapon, thinking of the wooden knife that was scrapped after a few moves before, it was all tears!

For the first time in real combat, Mawson was a little excited!

"Trainee Handyman Mawson, please advise!"

Before the pronunciation of the words fell, Mo Sen made a sharp charge, and the position of three meters away was crossed in an instant, holding the knife in both hands, and cutting the adjutant's right arm diagonally.

Stepping Forward !!

Hindriel was visibly taken aback by the speed and the strange angle, and his reaction was half a beat slower.

Bite!

A tooth-wrenching sound of steel and iron sounded, and the adjutant, who had hastily blocked with his sword, was knocked back seven or eight paces, barely able to stand.

On the other side, Mo Sen put away his knife and stood, but he was actually frightened by his rapidly growing strength! There are no big battles for 300 rounds, there are no moves flying all over the sky, and the battle is so simple when the difference in strength is too large.

The eyes of all the navy soldiers flew out, and their mouths were open to the point of dislocation.

"Wow, what an amazing little ghost."

"I didn't expect that thin imp two years ago to be so powerful, Your Excellency Colonel really took a monster back!"

"That's amazing...... Defeated Adjutant Hindriel in one fell swoop. ”

"I can't stop this knife if I say it!"

"It's nonsense, it's estimated that only the colonel in the base can block this knife!"

The discussion of the soldiers made Hindreel's originally red face even darker, and he looked at the torn clothes in his heart, and he still had palpitations! If he had been repelled just now, and Mawson had stabbed a few centimeters deeper, he might have cooled down directly.

If you can't beep, you can't be grassed!

Colonel Franca's eyes also jumped out completely, just like the look of the soldiers, and he was obviously surprised by Mawson's progress.

"Half a year ago, when I was sparring, I could still use physical skills to make a difference, but now I ...... Excuse me, I can't afford to provoke it! ”

He and Cinderel were a lot of troublemakers...... Phew, I often fight back and forth, and I don't have the ability to defeat the adjutant with one blow.

Put on an expression that he had expected Zhizhu to hold for a long time, as if it was not him who was stunned just now, "Yes, little ghost, from now on you will be an official soldier of the 77th base of the Navy." ”

"Now, let's get back to the team!"

"Yes, Colonel."

Let's go!!!