The surrounding trainees stared wide-eyed at everything happening on the field. Who am I? Where am I? Is that Uchiha Senga really a trainee like us?
"So this is the ability Boss Senga mentioned, the one that controls gravitational attraction and repulsion? That's so awesome!" Bridge, the chubby blond among Senga's roommates, shouted excitedly from the crowd.
Even Graves's tough-guy face could no longer hold steady. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, ignoring Bridge's shameless act of directly acknowledging Senga as his boss.
Binz thought about his own Devil Fruit ability and wondered if he had eaten a fake Devil Fruit.
"You brat... that power just now, are you a Devil Fruit Ability User?" Zephyr had already returned to the field. He was not hurt, though his clothes had picked up some dust.
Worthy of a Marine Admiral. An ordinary pirate taking the combined assault of Banshō Ten'in and Shinra Tensei, one pulling and one pushing, would have either died on the spot or been seriously injured and coughing blood.
Although Senga had used less than half his strength just now, Zephyr's condition made it clear that he still had a certain gap to cross before he could match an Admiral. After all, Admirals stood near the peak of combat power in the Pirate World.
I still have a long way to go. I need to improve my physical strength as soon as possible. No matter what ability I have, physical strength will always be the foundation.
After leaving Sage Mode, Senga briefly explained that his ability was a racial talent. The Uchiha Clan was, after all, descended from sages. When it came to bloodlines, he feared no one.
"A racial talent? There's such a race out at sea? Are all your clansmen like you?" Zephyr asked eagerly.
"No. Some things happened, and I am the last bloodline of the Uchiha Clan."
"What a pity." Zephyr was somewhat disappointed, but then another thought occurred to him. If a race like this grew in numbers, what price would the Marines have to pay to recruit them?
Besides, not everyone would want to join the Marines like Senga. If some people like Senga became pirates, the situation would be even more dangerous.
At least the Marines now had a prospect like Senga. Zephyr believed that, with Senga's talent, he must have been a genius even among his own clan. Otherwise, the world would have long since belonged to the Uchiha Clan!
Sengoku, you handled this beautifully! Zephyr silently gave Sengoku a thumbs-up. The more he looked at Senga, the more satisfied he became. In his delight, Zephyr decided not to put these new recruits through the wringer today.
"Good! I have demonstrated the Marine Six Styles once. Go back today and review them carefully. Physical training begins tomorrow. Without a strong body to support them, the Six Powers are nothing but empty forms!"
With that, he dismissed the group and went back first to process the surprise Senga had given him today.
The trainees, who had thought they would undergo devilish training on their first day, had never expected to muddle through it like this. They cast Senga a reverent glance, then cheered and returned to the dormitories in small groups.
Senga also left the training grounds surrounded by his three roommates. On the way back, Bridge was unusually excited.
"Boss Senga really lives up to his reputation! He actually made Instructor Zephyr suffer!"
Senga corrected him.
"Instructor Zephyr was completely unprepared, and even after getting hit, he was none the worse for wear. As expected of a former Marine Admiral."
Graves, beside them, remarked,
"That was already impressive. Still, I admire someone else's thick skin even more. It's comparable to a fortress wall!"
Bridge knew Graves was mocking him and shot back in a sarcastic tone,
"Indeed. The wall has even grown grass on it."
He was mocking Graves's full beard. Bridge had always thought that, for someone only in his early twenties, Graves had an entire face covered in facial hair. Combined with that cocky expression, he was really dressing up a pig's snout with scallions and pretending to be an elephant!
The two seemed naturally incompatible. Ever since they met, they had unconsciously bickered with each other so often that Senga and Binz had become used to it.
As for Binz, he was like a closed gourd. He rarely spoke and preferred communicating with his eyes.
Binz silently gave Senga an admiring look. Senga indicated that he got it, thinking that his three roommates were really something. It seemed the days ahead would not be too dull.
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