Chapter Twenty-Six: Brothers, Stirring the Ground...... Oh no, sparring?
After Smoker struck Mawson with a blow, he lost his strength and sat down on the spot without any image, looking too tired to work.
What is more tired than the body is the tiredness of the heart!
If you were not mistaken just now, Mo Sen should have awakened to the domineering nature of seeing and hearing.
Although this battle was won, it can also be said to be a defeat.
For a while, the colonel of the headquarters, who was capable of the natural department, was a little loveless. It took a lot of hard work to defeat a kid, but in the blink of an eye, this kid made a breakthrough, and he didn't have a sense of accomplishment at all.
He was a genius in his own right, a genius with the right morals, values and a lot of hard work. Everything he won was won by himself with one punch, and his reputation in the Navy Headquarters was mixed, and he didn't care about that.
But this time he took it halfway, and he was hit a little hard by a task that indicated that there was no information.
Who would have thought that a little ghost who was not yet 16 years old could have a strength no less than that of the colonel of the headquarters, he could imagine that such a person would enter the headquarters and improve his strength again after passing the teaching of Teacher Zefa, that is, the current three generals are properly reproduced, and they may even be stronger.
You must know that even the youngest Admiral Pheasant is 19 years old when he enters the Navy. This kid who is not yet 16 years old appears, and the Navy will have more combat power in the future, which is a good thing, why is he so sad.
Not Tismog, on the other side Mawson was still lying on the ground, with a perfect face with a thrilling smile that could almost break a steel bar.
I don't know if it's because of the crossing, his facial features have always been more acute since he came to this world. At first, he thought it was the reason why the physical fitness of people in this world was generally relatively high, but later he found out that it was indeed his talent.
Seeing and hearing that the domineering can wake up so early, there is no doubt that it is the relationship of this talent.
Originally, he thought that it would be developed after the new barracks, but he didn't expect to run into Colonel Smoker by accident, but he is really a good guy.
Mawson sat up, looked at Smoker and said, "Your Excellency, thank you so much! You're such a nice guy. ”
Smoker's face darkened, indicating that he didn't want to talk to you, and even wanted to throw two dogs at you and spit on you.
You're a good person, your whole family is a good person.
It's the worst thank you I've ever heard in my life.
The non-commissioned officers of the headquarters and Franka, who were watching the battle, had already stood in front of the two and asked about their respective conditions.
Smoker was better, as a natural ability, Mawson couldn't cut him with a knife.
There were no scars on Mawson's body, but the righteous slab used to hold the fork was broken. This makes Mo Sen a little tired, why did those bigwigs fight clothes completely fine when they watched anime in their previous life?
When you come to me, you have to change your clothes every time you fight, and this fight is a bit expensive.
"Colonel Smoker, it's almost lunchtime, why don't I take the colonel to tidy up and then go to dinner first?"
When Franka found out that Mawson was fine, she walked up to Smoker and asked for his opinion.
"No problem, then go to the dinner first, and then gather in the playground to announce the appointment."
Smoker has no opinion now, after fighting for so long, he has long been hungry, and it is the right thing to replenish his strength quickly. Other tasks are not bad for this one.
As for himself, he also needs a moment to talk to the headquarters, he doesn't believe Mawson's information, there will be no information at the headquarters.
I don't know which bastard arranged the task?
Marin Vando, Office of the Admiral.
Sengoku was reviewing the documents, and suddenly a sneeze came out, and his brows furrowed: "I always feel that who is causing trouble again, these pirates are really endless, and there is still too little rookie in the headquarters." ”
"Do you hope that kid from Smoker can go well, the general's qualifications?"
"If the burning mountain is not wrong, I am looking forward to it."
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In the afternoon, all the work was handed over, and Franka had officially stepped down as the head of the base, and Hindrell took over temporarily.
Colonel Smoker, who was supposed to leave in the afternoon, was debriefed that the battleship Pedarol would need at least five hours or more to repair.
The main reason is that there are not enough materials in the 77th base, and many of them are replaced by materials that are not so good materials, and even then there is a lack of a lot.
Smoker had no choice but to give an order to fix it as soon as possible.
At this time, Mo Sen had already handed over his position as an instructor, saying that the instructor was actually mainly to train everyone's physical fitness. The training methods were all special forces training projects he had seen in his previous life, and he copied them, doubled the intensity, and used them for training the soldiers at the base.
Mawson, who had handed over his duties, appeared in front of Smoker in a new righteous coat and intercepted Smoker, who was about to return to the battleship to deal with military affairs.
Just kidding, such a good sparring partner, how could Mawson let him run away.
"Your Excellency, Colonel, take a shot...... It's good to have a discussion, I feel that your last move is very unusual, and it seems that there is still a lot of potential that has not been developed. It's also very inspiring to me, and only constant battles with opponents can stimulate your potential. ”
Smoker, who had seen Mawson, was ready to slip away, and didn't want to pay attention to this narcissistic and troublesome guy.
Hearing Mawson's words, he stopped again. Compared to trouble, it is not worth mentioning at all in the face of stronger persistence.
"Boy, don't use a knife for pure sparring, and I don't use my [Ten Hands], how about using fruit ability?"
Smoker was not afraid of injury, but saw that at least half of Mawson's strength was on the knife, and without a knife, he could teach this kid a lesson and vent the evil anger in his heart.
Mo Sen glanced at Smoker with his spare eyes, it is you who are shameless, the slippery fruit itself focuses on defense, you are a natural department and even said that you can test the ability of the fruit, can you still ask Bilian?
You're a little handsome, but you can think of it even more beautiful.
Just your little bit of caution, I'm 10 years old, no, I'll play the rest at the age of eight, it's good that you're an upright boy or reckless.
However, have you forgotten something, do you think that the newly awakened See-Smell Domineering is a vegetarian? I don't want you to fight, but if you can fight now, I will lose.
Moson, who originally wanted to exercise fruit development, has a smoke ability as a sparring partner, but he really can't ask for it. If he were replaced by the current big guys like the Red Inu Green Pheasant and the Yellow Ape, he would turn around and leave, no matter how far he went, it would not be exercise, it would be really looking for abuse.
So, he patted Smoker on the shoulder and agreed directly.
"Well, well, that's no problem, who made you a chief, that's it."
So, the one-meter-eighty-five Mawson hooked the shoulders of Smoke, who was more than two meters old, and continued to the playground.
That look, how strange it feels. It's not like a competition, it's more like a ...... Take care of yourself.