Justice of Fate

"Thank you for your appreciation, Admiral Zephyr. Actually, you can't blame Uncle Garp for this; it's mostly just me being lazy by nature. I don't have much desire for promotions."

Seeing that the two were about to start bickering because of him, Mo Xingchen hurriedly spoke up to explain. At this moment, Sengoku interjected:

"Then what kind of justice do you uphold in your heart, kid?"

Mo Xingchen stared at the "Clean Justice" plaque behind the desk. He thought to himself that if he were destined to stay in this world for the rest of his life, he would have definitely hit them with "People's Justice." But that wasn't the case; there was no telling when the "6" would wake up and he would have to leave. Not knowing how to answer, he could only mutter:

"I suppose it's... the Justice of Fate!"

"Hehehe, the Justice of Fate? Does that mean anything goes, or perhaps that nothing is allowed? Garp, you'd better keep a close eye on this kid. Who knows, he might defect from the Navy to become a pirate one day."

Vice Admiral Tsuru picked up her teacup and teased with a smile.

"Sister Tsuru, please have mercy and let me off the hook. It won't come to that, really! No matter what, I'm a fine young man with a heart full of justice. Why would I want to be a thief when I'm already a perfectly good soldier?"

Mo Xingchen cupped his hands and acted spoiled, begging for mercy from Vice Admiral Tsuru. Seeing his comical display, she couldn't help but beam with joy. She turned her head to see Zephyr still frowning and couldn't help but advise him:

"Let it be, Zephyr. Young people have their own ideas; don't interfere too much."

"Exactly, exactly! Admiral Zephyr, even if I don't join the Training Camp, I'll still come to ask for your guidance and learn from you whenever I'm free," Mo Xingchen quickly added, making a promise to Zephyr.

"Sigh... fine!"

Hearing Tsuru's advice and Mo Xingchen's words, Zephyr could only sigh and agree, though he still looked unwilling.

After this matter came to an end, Mo Xingchen obediently acted as a server for the four big shots, pouring tea and water on the side. He listened to them analyze the events happening at sea, discuss the future plans of the Navy, and watched the battle for senbei between Sengoku and Garp. It was a scene of peaceful, quiet time.

Dragon struggled to climb up from the ground, spitting out dirt from his mouth as he looked at the calm and composed Mo Xingchen.

"Brother, couldn't you have gone a little easier on me?"

"We've barely even started. My strikes are much lighter than your old man's. If you want to hit people, you first have to learn how to take a hit, understand?"

"But why do your hits hurt more than my dad's? I can still walk and jump after taking a few of his punches, but after getting hit by you a few times, I feel like I can't even stand steady!"

Mo Xingchen looked at him with disdain:

"That's why I don't know what's wrong with the people in this world—just a bunch of brutes and illiterates. Do you even know what human anatomy is? Looking at that innocent expression of yours, I can tell you don't. You just need to remember that the spots I hit you in cause paralysis and stiffness. Read more books in the future!"

"Isn't fighting just about who has more strength and punching someone away? What does that have to do with reading? And what is human anatomy anyway?"

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Watching Dragon act like a curious baby, Mo Xingchen covered his forehead, his expression helpless.

"This is too complicated to explain, and you wouldn't remember it even if I said more. When I have some free time, I'll look for relevant books. I'll show you the diagrams and explain them then, and you'll understand. Let's stop the training here for today; too much is as bad as too little. Remember where I hit you and how it felt after being attacked. Think about it carefully, reflect on it, and make those movements your own."

After saying this, he walked slowly toward the exit of the training grounds, with Dragon limping along behind him.

For a month, things remained calm. In the New World, the Navy's policy was to let the Great Pirates tear each other apart. The first half of the Grand Line was left to the new generation of Navy powerhouses like Sakazuki and Borsalino for training, and there were no formidable figures in the Four Blues, so Garp remained idle at headquarters.

During this month, Mo Xingchen spent his mornings farming favorability with the big shots, his evenings beating up Dragon, and his afternoons, whenever he was free, randomly picking a "lucky audience member" from the training camp to beat up under the guise of training.

Of course, whenever this happened, Admiral Zephyr would be his accomplice, and even Gion and Kake were not spared. It wasn't until a ten-man squad led by Kuzan and Dragon finally joined forces to suppress him that his arrogant momentum was curbed! Because of his prankster personality, these scuffles didn't make people hate him; instead, they fostered a sense of camaraderie.

The practical combat experience during this period also yielded great gains for Mo Xingchen. Although he was still at the early stage of Qi Refining, he realized that the Misty Immortal Method given by the 6th child was not just a simple cultivation manual; it contained a vast amount of information, including the Daoist Canon, spells, body tempering, talismans, and so on.

To be precise, it was more like a detailed encyclopedia of cultivation. Of course, this knowledge wasn't directly infused into his brain to make him ascend instantly and become invincible; it was more like having a library stored in his mind. He could look up whatever he needed, but he still had to learn everything himself.

Today, Mo Xingchen had just swiped a bag of Senbei from Sengoku's office. He was thinking about how, due to the world's incompatibility, many spells he tried couldn't be cast, but yesterday he finally made progress and learned a compatible technique. With his head down, humming a little tune happily, he was preparing to go to Vice Admiral Tsuru's office to mooch some good tea with the Senbei when he bumped into someone.

"Sorry about that."

Mo Xingchen was in a good mood, planning to show off when he beat up Dragon that evening, so he apologized without even looking up and continued walking.

"Stop!"

Hearing the voice, Mo Xingchen stopped and turned around. Looking up, he saw a tall man wearing a red suit, draped in a Justice Coat, and smoking a cigar standing before him. Not far away stood a man with a sleazy expression on his face. It turned out to be Sakazuki and Borsalino.

"Soldier! Did your superior not teach you that you need to salute when you see an officer? And what is this outfit you're wearing!"

Mo Xingchen looked down on some of the behaviors of hawkish generals like Akainu. If pirates killed the innocent, that was the ugliness of human nature, but as a soldier, you should be on the side of kindness, protecting civilians.

But you, using the banner of justice to attack civilians with a clear conscience—that is just disgusting.

For example, in the Ohara Buster Call incident in the original manga, even though the World Government had sent rescue ships to evacuate the civilians on the island, Akainu still ordered the shelling of the rescue ships. What kind of behavior is that?

"Is that any of your business?"

Mo Xingchen tilted his head and said with a look of disdain.

After all, Mo Xingchen, who grew up under the red flag and the spring breeze, deeply remembered the respectable and lovely soldiers of the People's Liberation Army in China.

They could sacrifice themselves to ensure the safe evacuation of the common people! And when facing the enemy, they were fearless, like devils! In times of peace, whenever there was a natural disaster, they were always on the front lines, risking their lives to fight! That is what a soldier should be!