The training camp's field was packed with people. Many of them were whispering among themselves, their eyes revealing excitement they could barely suppress.
After being left to fend for themselves for two weeks and nearly thinking they would be sent home, they had finally seen their teachers alive and well.
They were so overjoyed they could have cried!
At that moment, Zephyr, who served as the Fleet Admiral, stood at the very front. Behind him stood several renowned commodores and rear admirals. Even in the New World, this was a force powerful enough to make the sea tremble.
Faced with such an imposing display of strength, the trainees from the various branches were not the only ones stirred. Even the new recruits belonging to Headquarters straightened their backs involuntarily, feeling proud of their identity as Marines.
"Silence!" Fleet Admiral Zephyr roared. His voice was like crashing thunder, carrying a frightening force that instantly silenced the restless square.
"I know some of you may be harboring complaints, wondering why I wasted two weeks of your time for nothing. However, I hope you can understand that the instructors at the training camp will only teach you for three years. After that, you'll have to walk the road ahead on your own."
"After leaving the training camp, will you no longer fight, strive, and seek progress on your own? Those who think these two weeks were wasted have only one explanation: they have always been driven forward by others from behind and have never thought of actively pursuing strength for themselves."
"A truly strong individual must first possess a strong heart. You must learn to defeat yourselves—to overcome your desires, laziness, greed, and fear. Someone who cannot conquer himself, no matter how powerful he becomes, will ultimately be nothing more than a slave