Arrogance Is Not Illegal!

All members of the Elite Class quietly watched the two interacting in the corner. Anyone who entered the Naval Academy knew about the three legendary monsters within the Elite Class.

Everyone thought Morito would obediently back down and slink away from the seat.

They planned to seize the opportunity to mock him.

If they could provoke Morito into making the first move, wouldn't they be able to teach him a lesson in broad daylight?

They never expected Morito to dare to mock Borsalino, that monster!

Going head-to-head with Borsalino?

Impressive!

"What a coincidence, I quite like sitting here too!"

Morito's words were like a depth charge dropped into the water.

The classroom fell into a sudden silence.

The scene froze in a moment of stillness, and astonished gazes naturally focused on Morito.

The slender youth appeared calm, and it was precisely this calmness that was most jarring.

And most admirable.

He was one of the three monsters of the Elite Class!

Borsalino hadn't graduated not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. His goal wasn't Captain or Rear Admiral.

It was Vice Admiral!

He wouldn't graduate until he became a Vice Admiral!

The three monsters of the Elite Class were evenly matched in strength, and it was difficult to determine a winner in their spars.

In literature, there's no first, in martial arts, no second.

Sakazuki, Dragon, and Borsalino were secretly competing, using their own unspoken methods to determine the strongest.

Whoever accumulated the military merits to become a Vice Admiral first would be the winner.

Now, all three had accumulated enough merits to become Rear Admirals!

This meant that if Borsalino wished, he could leave the Elite Class of the Naval Academy and join Marine Headquarters as a Rear Admiral!

In contrast, Morito was a rookie fresh out of the oven!

He hadn't even been deployed in a single naval battle!

Where did he get such courage?

The silence was brief; a dropped bomb would inevitably stir up a huge splash.

Morito's response surprised Borsalino slightly, but it was hard to tell from his expression whether he was pleased or angered.

Borsalino put on a fearful act, "Such scary eyes!"

In reality, his gaze was relaxed, and his tone was laced with amusement.

Calling him scary one moment, and calling him a Supernova the next?

Morito secretly became vigilant.

While he remained outwardly calm, his fingertips pressed under the table quietly gathered Chakra.

Borsalino's potential to become the future Admiral Kizaru was undeniable.

He was the user of the Glint-Glint Fruit!

He was the fastest man among pirates!

He was in a completely different league from a good-for-nothing like Onigumo.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Onigumo would be utterly crushed by Borsalino, and in every conceivable way!

Even Morito didn't dare to be careless when facing Borsalino.

Everyone in the classroom, including Morito, thought Borsalino would make a move.

But then, a scene that made everyone's jaws drop occurred!

"Youngsters nowadays are really not to be trifled with, not to be trifled with!~" Borsalino, as if no one else was there, plopped down onto the seat next to Morito.

Then...

He took out a nail clipper from his pocket, crossed his legs, and leisurely began to trim his nails!

Everyone was stunned: "???"

Where was the legendary showdown they expected?

Where was the fight they anticipated!

Why did Borsalino back down first?

"Little brother, could you please not aim those dangerous fingers at me? I'm feeling a bit nervous!"

Borsalino said, pursing his lips as he trimmed his fingernails.

His tone was as lewd as ever.

The sound reached Morito's ears, shocking him greatly.

He had concealed his Chakra condensation process very well, hiding it in the blind spot beneath the table. There was no way Borsalino could have seen it!

Moreover, Morito's control over Chakra was extremely precise.

There was only a momentary fluctuation of Chakra when it was concentrated at his fingertips and transformed into needle-like shapes.

He hadn't expected that fleeting, extremely faint Chakra fluctuation to be noticed by the other party.

Observation Haki?!

Just like when Zephyr grabbed his wrist back then, it must have been Observation Haki that detected the Chakra on his fingertips.

Chakra was a combination of spiritual and physical energy, barely visible to the naked eye.

Powerful Observation Haki could detect it.

The future Admiral Kizaru had not only developed the Glint-Glint Fruit to its extreme, but he was also a master of Observation Haki, Armament Haki, kicking techniques, and swordsmanship.

Calming himself, Morito regained his composure.

Borsalino didn't bother to move. It wasn't cowardice, but disdain. He himself disliked trouble.

Perhaps if it wasn't Morito sitting here today, but someone else, Borsalino wouldn't have cared.

In Borsalino's eyes, Morito and the other so-called geniuses in the Elite Class were nothing but small fry.

"You're strong. I look forward to fighting you."

"Borsalino."

Morito stood up decisively, giving up the 'sea-view seat' by the window, which offered the best view.

The throne of the strong was earned through one's own strength.

Not by being yielded by others!

Borsalino blinked, watching Morito's retreating back with a thoughtful expression. Then, he shifted his hips and moved to the window seat.

Then...

He lowered his head and continued trimming his fingernails.

A guy with the face of a fifty-year-old man, delicately trimming his nails with a dainty finger.

Morito's eye twitched. The scene was just too much!

Borsalino didn't pay Morito much mind. He was very confident in his own strength and abilities.

However, Morito's challenging tone surprised everyone else in the classroom.

"Is that kid provoking Borsalino?"

"He thinks he's strong just because he beat that trash Onigumo? Too arrogant, too presumptuous!"

"If it were Sakazuki, he'd have been blown away with a single punch."

The crowd snapped back to reality, their anger and shock palpable.

An inexperienced rookie actually dared to challenge one of the three monsters of the Elite Class, Borsalino?

It wasn't certain if Borsalino was the strongest among the three monsters.

But he could stand undefeated against either Sakazuki or Dragon.

He wouldn't dare say he'd win for sure, but he was certain he wouldn't lose!

Speed overwhelming meant absolute control of the battlefield. Whether to fight or retreat was up to Borsalino!

This was the confidence granted by the Glint-Glint Fruit!

The clamor didn't last long. A steady, heavy set of footsteps echoed down the aisle.

Swish!

The classroom's front door was pushed open, and Zephyr strode onto the podium with a powerful gait.

His sharp eyes swept across the room, and everyone immediately sat down obediently like quails.

"Introducing three new students: Morito, Doberman, and Kazan."

The three students called out by Zephyr stood up in turn.

Morito's expression was calm, showing no emotional change despite the various gazes.

Doberman, on the other hand, had a cold expression, as if everyone owed him money.

Kazan smiled and nodded slightly, greeting everyone.

Suddenly, Zephyr frowned.

"Hmm? Seems like a few people are missing?"