Want to Learn? I'll Teach You

Owning his own warship meant that Vidal could form his own personal guard.

According to unspoken rules, even superiors cannot bypass him and directly order these personal guards to act.

He is now Colonel, and according to naval regulations, except when performing special missions, he can only command one directly subordinate warship with a crew of 800.

When he is promoted to general, or even Commodore, his number of directly commanded warships will increase to three, and his flagship can be replaced with a large warship with a crew of 1,000.

Meanwhile, Sengoku, Vidal's teacher and Admiral- level figure, had five directly subordinate warships with a thousand-person crew, which is half the military strength of a regular Buster Call!

On the way back, Vidal easily selected ninety-nine elite soldiers. He didn't care about these people at all; they were originally Sengoku's direct marines.

After all, even including Captain Rogers, there were only about a hundred men. He planned to select the remaining seven hundred from the cadets who had just graduated from the Navy Academy.

And they prioritize those who had been beaten up by Bullet before!

Soldiers who have fought against Bullet sound somewhat different from ordinary soldiers.

He had actually asked Rogers and others why they chose to transfer to his command; weren't the Admiral's direct marines more appealing?

Their answer was, "It doesn't smell good."

Although they felt very safe under Sengoku's command, they didn't have many opportunities to go to sea each year because Sengoku usually worked in Marineford and, as Admiral, he couldn't easily go out to sea.

If we can't go to sea, then we can only stay at headquarters for training. But how can we earn military merits just by training?

Year after year, military ranks remain unchanged while age continues to rise, a situation that only breeds despair.

This is naturally a good thing for those who are unambitious and only want a stable life, but it is painful for Marines like Rogers who want to keep getting promoted.

Now that I have the opportunity to transfer to the command of a newly Colonel like Vidal, I must seize it with all my might.

After all, anyone with a brain could see that not only did they desperately need military merit, but Vidal, the young commander, needed it too!

It's a pity there are only 100 people. If Sengoku had said that anyone willing to transfer could transfer, Captain Rogers would probably have applied for a transfer out of more than half of the 1,000 people.

After hearing this, Vidal felt much more satisfied with them. He did indeed prefer ambitious subordinates to listless old soldiers.

It took more than forty days to get there, and it will naturally take more than forty days to get back. Long and tedious voyages are the normal rhythm of this world.

The idea of one episode focusing on one event doesn't exist in reality.

Fortunately, the ship not only had the adorable Rosinante, but also Vegapunk, the world's top scientist, which added a lot of fun to Vidal's life.

However, he still had to spend his days in the Sengoku Office reading documents, writing reports, and learning what a normal military officer should know.

One day, on a whim, Vidal mischievously mentioned to Vegapunk the possibility of having warships pass through the Calm Belt, which would significantly reduce sailing time.

This directly led to a sharp decrease in the number of times Vegapunk appeared on the deck, much to Vidal's secret amusement.

This is the joy of being a time traveler!

[Clang--]

A fist slammed heavily onto the sharp longsword, the powerful force forcing Rogers' hand to open and causing the sword to slip from his grasp, clattering as it fell to the side.

"Rogers, you're not good with swords. I suggest you give it up."

This is a training room inside the ship's cabin. After finishing Sengoku's cram school these past few days, Vidal has been bringing Rogers here for special training.

The special training mainly focuses on Armament Haki and Observation Haki, but other combat techniques are also included.

While Vidal isn't exactly a top-tier fighter yet, he's more than capable of teaching a Captain who has only recently Awakening powers.

Although there were many Commodore generals and Rear Admirals on the warship with more experience in training, Vidal felt that since Rogers would be his personal guard in the future, he might as well take this opportunity to strengthen their bond.

"Give up the sword? Then what am I supposed to attack with?" Rogers asked, rubbing his slightly sore hands.

"Use your shield, your fists, your legs, even your shoulders!"

"You have Awakening Armament Haki. You will find that as your Haki grows stronger, your shield, fists, and legs will also become harder."

As he spoke, Vidal swiftly conjured a log shield in his left hand, identical to the one in Rogers' hand.

"Since you Awakening your Haki through the shield, you must have an extraordinary talent for it. I hope you can unlock its potential."

Rogers looked down at the round shield in his hand. Indeed, from childhood to adulthood, and even after becoming a knight of the kingdom, the shield had always given him boundless courage and a sense of security.

"Besides defense, can a shield also be used for attack?"

He certainly knew he could use a shield for a shield bash, but then what? If that was all he had, how could it replace a sword?

"My shield-wielding skills aren't exactly superb, but they should offer you some inspiration." Vidal raised his round shield and chuckled, "I'll fight you with this shield from now on; you try defending yourself with it."

Yes, please guide me!

Vidal's smile vanished, his expression turning serious. Suddenly, he swung his round shield and charged forward.

However, in order to accommodate Rogers, he deliberately suppressed his speed. Although it was still fast, it was still within the range that the other party could react to.

[Duang!]

The rapidly spinning round shield struck Rogers' shield in front of him in an instant, the immense force sending Rogers staggering back two steps.

But before he could even regain his footing, Vidal caught the rebounding round shield and slashed it down heavily.

[Duang!!]

An even louder explosion than before shook the air. This time, Rogers' shield was knocked away, and the next second, Vidal's enormous fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, stopped right in front of Rogers.

Rogers stared blankly at the Fist Bone- defined fist, his throat moving involuntarily, but he dared not move his body.

Vidal loosened his fist, flicked his forehead to wake him up, and then instantly reappeared in his previous position.

"Pick up the shield, let's continue!"

"Yes!"

Rogers quickly picked up the shield from the ground, this time focusing intently on Vidal, but the scene from just moments ago kept replaying in his mind.

Did the shield bounce back?

"They're here!"

Vidal swiftly moved forward, throwing his shield again as if repeating his previous technique, but this time it didn't fly straight towards Rogers, but instead flew to the left.

"You threw it off target?!"

Just as Rogers was filled with doubt, Vidal leaped into the air and slammed down with a punch. Without thinking any further, Rogers raised his round shield and struggled to block the attack.

[Bang!]

"Well--"

But just as their shields and fists collided, Rogers suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, cried out in pain, and staggered forward involuntarily.

Losing his composure, he was unable to withstand Vidal's next attack. He was punched away from his shield again, and at the same time, he was punched in the abdomen, sending him flying backward.

Only after gritting his teeth and standing up did he see Vidal pick up the round shield, and instantly realized that it was that shield that had just hit his back!

How did you do that?

Vidal smiled. "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Please, Lord Vidal!!"

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