I Want to Fight Ten

Across training grounds large and small, soldiers sweated away their youth beneath the blazing sun.

Mo Xingchen had somehow gotten hold of a coconut. With a straw between his lips, he casually watched the soldiers drilling in the field from beneath a tree by the Training Ground.

It felt like an upperclassman in college, eating a Popsicle while comfortably watching first-year students sweat through grueling military training, all while commenting on them and chatting away.

He completely ignored the soldiers glaring at him through gritted teeth, their eyes practically spitting fire. If their officer gave the order, they would probably swarm him and give this smug spectator a good beating.

"That middle-aged guy with short purple hair and a burly build, the one shouting at the soldiers to pick up the pace, must be Black Arm Zephyr, the Admiral who never kills. Oh, I never expected the future Admiral Aokiji and the future Revolutionary Army leader Dragon to be classmates. And there are Onigumo, Momonga, and that batch of future Powerful Vice Admirals."

Leaning against the tree and drinking coconut juice, Mo Xingchen muttered to himself,

"But right now, they're all just rookies. Not one of them can fight. Hmph! I want to fight ten!"

As Mo Xingchen happily indulged in his own fantasy and watched these future pillars of the Navy complete their basic training and begin one-on-one combat drills, Zephyr noticed that the trainees below kept glancing toward the tree in the resting area at the edge of the field. Their looks grew more frequent, and he frowned as he followed their gazes.

Good grief! The moment he looked, his face flushed red, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes bulged into the shape of a "#." A soldier wearing beach shorts, a floral shirt, and a Navy Cap was sitting beneath the tree with his back against the trunk, a coconut in his arms, one leg crossed over the other. His flip-flops bounced up and down as he shook his leg! Zephyr instantly roared,

"Soldier under the tree, get over here!"

The trainees who had been preparing for their combat drills also stopped and looked over in the direction Zephyr was staring. Hearing the roar, Mo Xingchen looked around, realized he was being called, then stood up and jogged over to stand at attention before Zephyr.

"Name, position, and unit!"

"Reporting, sir! Mo Xingchen, Headquarters Captain, assigned to Vice Admiral Garp's warship as a communications soldier!"

Garp? Counting the time, it was about when he should have returned to Headquarters to report. Once Zephyr realized this was his old friend's soldier and that he had just returned to Headquarters without any training assignment, most of his anger dissipated. He examined Mo Xingchen carefully and asked,

"Sir? You don't know me? A recruit?"

"Yes, sir. Vice Admiral Garp recruited me in Loguetown this time!"

Zephyr became interested when he heard that. Having known Garp for so many years, he knew that while Garp was usually carefree and blunt, he was proud to the bone. Ordinary people would never catch his eye. Yet this newly enlisted recruit had been granted the maximum rank of Headquarters Captain and assigned as a communications soldier. Garp clearly intended to nurture this kid properly.

But why hadn't he called him these past few days to say he was sending someone into the Training Camp? Something was off! Zephyr's eyes shifted as he decided to test the rookie before him.

"My name is Zephyr! A Marine Headquarters Admiral and the current Elite Training Camp Head Instructor. Though you aren't my soldier, since you've joined the Navy, you must follow its rules!

First, your uniform is improper. Navy regulations clearly state that officers of colonel rank and above may dress freely, but must wear a Justice Coat. Soldiers below colonel rank must be properly uniformed! You aren't on leave right now, so where is your uniform?

Second, you are disrupting training. Although you currently have no training assignment, you cannot interfere with others. With you loafing around like this at the side, how are they supposed to focus on training?

Since you're a recruit, I won't punish you too severely. They're about to begin combat drills. Choose an opponent yourself and complete the training."

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"Yes, Admiral Zephyr!"

Mo Xingchen turned to look at this group of future big shots and thought, Who should I beat up?

"I want to fight ten!"

The trainees below exploded when they heard that. Every one of them glared at Mo Xingchen indignantly, wishing they could tear him apart. The hot-tempered ones, like Onigumo and Doberman, even drew their swords and prepared to cut him down. Zephyr pressed a hand toward the trainees and said with a smile,

"Good kid, you've got guts! But I'm afraid they'll beat you to death, and then Garp will come trouble me. Kuzan, spar with him! Remember to go easy on him. Teach our recruit a proper lesson, so no one can laugh at our Training Camp for having no talent."

Kuzan already has the Logia Type Ice-Ice Fruit, and his Two-Color Haki has awakened. He's firmly ranked first in the Training Camp and already possesses the strength of a Headquarters Major General. No matter how talented you are, kid, you'll still lose. Hehe, let him get a taste of the real world and see whether he'll still be so arrogant!

Mo Xingchen shrugged indifferently and spread his hands.

"Whatever you arrange is fine. I don't mind."

The others spread out as well, clearing space for the coming match. No one hurried back to training; they all wanted to see how this loudmouthed brat would get beaten up. After all, they were all among the best of the best. Who couldn't understand the Head Instructor's hidden meaning? If Kuzan dared to hold back, never mind losing—even if he hit too lightly—heh, his days afterward would be miserable.

Kuzan had yet to experience the Ohara Incident, and the justice in his heart still burned fiercely. He was currently a passionate young man through and through. Yet he had not lost the pride a Monster ought to have. He stood casually at one side of the field and looked at Mo Xingchen.

"Ara ara, little brother, I ate a Logia Type Devil Fruit. Before entering the Training Camp, I was already a Headquarters Colonel, so I'm your superior too. To keep you from losing too badly, I'll allow you to make the first move."

Mo Xingchen smiled. He's actually a pretty nice guy! Then I'll go a little easier on him.

Whoosh!

A gust of air sliced through the space. The next second, Mo Xingchen appeared directly in front of Kuzan. Kuzan had not expected him to be so fast. By the time his Observation Haki sensed him, he was already right before him. Kuzan stared at him in slight shock and instinctively raised both hands, about to defend himself.

But Mo Xingchen had already completed a full 360-degree rotation in midair. Using the momentum, he kicked Kuzan beneath the jaw, sending him flying skyward like a firework.

Mo Xingchen thought to himself, The people in One Piece really make no scientific sense. What do they even eat to grow this tall? I don't understand! I seriously don't understand at all! I wanted to properly cosplay the Lotus Blossom, but my height wasn't enough. Still, this 360-degree spinning flying kick of mine should look pretty cool, right?

Mo Xingchen adjusted his position in midair. After landing, he bent his knees slightly, pushed off with all his strength, and shot toward Kuzan, who was still suspended in the air! With a boom of a sonic blast, the naked eye could only catch a shadow instantly catching up to Kuzan as he flew through the sky!

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