Sengoku looked at it seriously, and the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him.

Was Karp telling him?

No, Karp is not very reliable though, and often says that he leaks his mouth.

But what can be said to be exposed, and what not to be said, in fact, this old guy knows very well in his heart.

The plaque he replaced only half a year ago, he probably wouldn't tell Sean.

So, is this view of justice just a coincidence?

"In this way, after all, you have been on a desert island for three years and have not received systematic training, so I will arrange for you to study in the elite training camp of the headquarters first, no problem, right?"

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

"Yes, no problem! But Marshal of the Warring States, what rank after graduating from the boot camp? ”

"This is based on the results of the graduation assessment, as long as you can graduate, the worst is a lieutenant."

"And what's the best?"

"The best? Over the years, the sailors who have walked out of the elite training camp have reached the highest rank of lieutenant colonel, of course, very few can do this! ”

Hearing this, Sean nodded.

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

To put it bluntly, that's how far you have the strength when you graduate, and what rank you can get.

However, this is not without restrictions, the first award of the title is capped as a colonel, and if you want to enter the level of generals, in addition to having strength, you also need corresponding military merits.

With the exception of the Great World Conscription, this cannot be avoided.

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Burst...

A bubble bursts suddenly.

"Oh no, I'm asleep again!"

"What about the Seans?"

Suddenly jumping up from the couch, Karp looked around, then looked at Sengoku and asked.

"I've already asked someone to take him to Zefa to report!"

"Zefa... I guess he'll be scared..."

"Scared? What do you mean? ”

"Didn't I say it, that kid Sean already has the strength of a colonel in the Navy Headquarters, and even among all the colonels, he is definitely top-notch!"

"You old fucker, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Didn't you fall asleep just after you came in, poofhahahaha!!"

"Someone, bring me Sean..."

"Calm down, old man!"

Hearing that Sean already had the strength of a colonel in the headquarters, Sengoku was immediately stunned.

This is also going to the elite training camp to learn a hair, isn't that running to bully children?

Immediately, he was ready to have someone go and call Sean back.

However, the next moment he was stopped by Karp.

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

"That said, Sean hasn't been systematically trained, and Bogart and I tested him on the way back, and that's true."

"So, let's let Zefa polish this little ghost well!"

Hearing this, Sengoku also nodded after pondering for a moment.

"Well, let's do it first!"

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Elite Bootcamp.

Office of the Chief Instructor.

At this moment, Sean had been brought here and was standing at Zefa's desk.

The great nobles of the Jumeida Kingdom?

Zefa frowned slightly as he looked at the documents that had been sent to him with Sean.

He doesn't have a good impression of aristocrats or the like.

"Ain!"

"Zefa-sensei!"

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

"If the strength is not enough, give it back to the Warring States!"

"Yes, Mr. Zefa!"

After all, it was sent by the Warring States, and even if Zefa didn't like it, he couldn't directly refuse.

However, if the strength is not enough, then kick him from the elite training camp to the ordinary boot camp ...

It's logical, no one can say anything!

After all...

What do you think is an elite bootcamp?

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

Sean was not surprised by Zefa's reaction, and after nodding slightly, he followed Ain away.

After all, even he was disgusted with those nobles in the tenth order of pirates.

And this also surprised Zefa.

I thought this guy was going to make a fuss, but now it seems to be unexpectedly calm.

I couldn't help but feel that Zefa also had some interest in Sean for no reason, and got up and left his office.

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A few minutes later.

On the school field of the elite training camp.

The trainees who were originally conducting various trainings have retreated to the side at this moment.

In their place, there are the opposing Ian and Sean.

She has been following Zefa's side, and she knows the purpose of this assessment very well.

That's to get this guy out of elite training camp.

So, Ain has already decided that he will not carry out the hand-keeping.

"What weapon do you use?"

"Weapons? The sword will do it! ”

"There's a navy standard saber over there, you can choose any one."

Pointing to the more than a dozen standard swords on the shelves on the side, Ain said coldly.

Sean, on the other hand, nodded and went over to choose.

Speaking of which, Sean is very complaining about the navy's standard sabre.

It's all Western swords, well...

The kind used by pirates of the Caribbean.

Seriously, all kinds of swords in ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign swords, Western swords are definitely not top-notch in all aspects.

Moreover, the use of this sword requires extremely high skill to compensate for its lack of sharpness and flexibility.

Once encountering the weapons and opponents of the East, which are both powerful and skillful, the Western sword will be completely at a disadvantage no matter what.

took out a handful casually, and after a few swings, Sean directly showed a disgusted face.

This scene was extremely dissatisfied in Ain's eyes.

"It's worthy of being a nobleman, do you look down on such a simple sword as the navy?"

In Ain's impression, the swords used by the nobles are very gorgeous, but the sword is a weapon, why should it be so gorgeous?

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

After some misunderstanding, she also had some disgust for Sean.

Well, Sean, after hearing Ain's words, already knew where she had a misunderstanding, and would not and was not prepared to explain anything.

Instead, he came back to Ain and stood still.

"We can get started!"

Rumble!!!

The heavy pressure instantly enveloped the entire school field.

Even those who have retreated to the margins have been affected.

There were even several people who were directly pressed to the ground.

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

What is it?

Overlord color?

No, it's not overlord, and it's not imposing!

Is it a Devil Fruit that can manipulate gravity?

But didn't the document say that he hadn't eaten a Devil Fruit?

Zefa was a little puzzled.

And Ain, who was standing directly opposite Sean, was under more pressure than those students on the edge of the school at the moment.

She even had the feeling that if she relaxed a little, her knees would bend because of this huge oppressive force.

"Still, I don't know what Devil Fruit you ate."

"But don't think that you can win this assessment in this way!"

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

"Shave!"

Disappear in an instant.

It's incredibly fast.

But...

Compared to Karp, it's still too far behind.

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

With a slight movement under his feet, Sean also disappeared.

The next moment, the sound of swords clashing was already sounding.

Ding Ding Ding...

In just one moment, the two of them passed several moves.

If it's Ain five years later, then the strength is still okay.

But now...

That's it!

After all, it has only been two years since Zefa's broken arm at this moment, and it has only been one year since Aine graduated from the elite training camp.

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

On the sidelines, Zefa was a little surprised.

Although Sean's swordsmanship is good, it is only the application of basic swordsmanship, and there are not many surprises except for the speed of the slash, the precision, and the tricky angle of the sword.

But what happened to his movement just now?

It's like a Navy six-style shaving, but it's different.

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

But its movement speed is no slower than Ain's.

This one...

Aine is afraid that he will lose!!