How Could It Not Work!

Patrolling might seem like a simple task, but it's actually fraught with unpredictable dangers.

Once you set sail, no one can guarantee everyone will return alive.

The leader needs to be responsible for protecting everyone at critical moments.

If your strength isn't up to par, and you can't even take care of yourself, how can you protect others?

While few have died during the Elite Class's naval combat assessments, it's not unheard of. The death rate during the preparatory camp's naval combat assessments is even higher.

A rookie who just graduated from the Training Camp would be fine just following the main force to rack up military merits.

Taking on the leader's task?

They probably don't even know how to spell "death"!

Everyone secretly sneered, absolutely certain Morito would back down.

He's so scrawny, he doesn't have much meat on him. His face is even prettier than a woman's, and his skin is fairer and more tender than a woman's. What kind of combat power could such a pretty boy have?

They could easily take him down with one hand, with those skinny arms and legs!

Onigumo's defeat doesn't prove Morito is strong; it only proves Onigumo is a weakling!

Just as everyone was waiting to see Morito make a fool of himself.

Morito curled his lips and confidently uttered three words.

"Of course, I can!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. His tone was calm, yet it exuded strong confidence.

His intense confidence infected everyone.

A thought inexplicably surged in everyone's hearts, as if Morito were right – the word "can't" didn't exist in his vocabulary!

As long as it's him, he can definitely do it!

"You're very confident. I hope your strength is as great as your confidence!"

A flash of approval flickered in Zephyr's eyes.

Confidence is a basic quality of the strong.

The leaders for the three small warships were decided. Next, the members of the Elite Class needed to be divided into three teams.

Generally, they would be divided evenly by number, with about ten people per team.

However, there was one prerequisite: the leaders of each team had to be figures everyone respected, people they could comfortably follow to earn military merits.

And Morito, as a newcomer, couldn't possibly earn everyone's respect.

Judging by everyone's expressions, it seemed no one was willing to board the same warship as Morito.

Zephyr frowned. Just as he was about to call out names to assign teams, he saw Morito looking relaxed, as if he didn't care at all that no one was teaming up with him.

Zephyr immediately changed his mind.

"The warships are docked at the port. We'll gather at the port in thirty minutes!"

"This time, team assignments will be based on personal preference. Board the warship of whomever you wish to follow."

As Zephyr finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Soon, the classroom was empty.

The adjutant was an old subordinate of Zephyr's and still addressed him as Admiral.

Obedience was a soldier's virtue.

After everyone had left, he finally asked, "Admiral Zephyr, is it appropriate for Ōtsutsuki Morito to lead a team alone?"

Zephyr wasn't a fool; how could he let Morito, who had just joined the Elite Class today, lead a team alone?

The conversation in the classroom was merely a formality.

It also served as a test for Morito, an opportunity to see how he would react.

If Morito accepted the mission, it would show he had courage and wouldn't easily give up when faced with difficulties, but would instead charge headfirst into them.

If Morito refused the mission, it would indicate that his rationality outweighed his emotions, and he maintained absolute calm and rationality at all times.

Whether Morito accepted or refused, Zephyr didn't care.

Zephyr said to the adjutant, "Wake Kuzan up and have him follow behind Morito's warship, responsible for its safety."

Kuzan was originally supposed to be the leader of the third team.

But that brat Kuzan was still fast asleep!

As punishment for Kuzan's laziness, Zephyr decided to make him a babysitter, following behind Morito's warship.

Upon the vast ocean, waves surged.

The horizon stretched endlessly, giving a sense of boundless space.

With the main ship carrying Zephyr as the central route, the three small teams spread out in a fan formation on their small warships, not too far from the main ship, yet maintaining a certain distance.

This way, the scope of naval patrols can be expanded, and the members of the Elite Class can also gain experience.

With Zephyr's main ship following behind, he could provide support at the first sign of trouble if any of the three squads encountered an enemy they couldn't defeat.

Unless absolutely necessary, the Reserve Navy soldiers on the three small warships would only be responsible for navigation and would not participate in combat.

The Reserve Navy from the Elite Class were the only combatants.

Morito had initially thought no one would be willing to board his warship, but the result was somewhat surprising.

At this moment, five members of the Elite Class stood on the deck of the warship Morito was on.

Kazan, Momonga.

Morito didn't have any impression of the other three.

Each person had boarded this warship with some purpose. Perhaps it was because the leader of this warship was too weak, making it easier to earn military merits?

Morito wasn't interested in knowing.

Morito didn't need others to obey his every word; genuine respect was not necessary. As long as everyone could maintain a superficial harmony, that would suffice.

"Since we're on the same ship, let's get to know each other."

"Ōtsutsuki Morito."

Morito started, introducing himself.

Morito's personality was not difficult to get along with; on the contrary, he was very polite.

If people respect me one foot, I will respect them ten feet.

It was just a pity that Morito's appearance easily made others feel inferior, especially those male cadets with abstract appearances in the Naval Academy.

What could he do when he was too good-looking?

"Kazan," said Kazan, introducing himself with a friendly smile.

"Momonga," said the man with a small mustache, introducing himself stiffly.

The remaining three also introduced themselves one by one.

The Luomen and Roer brothers, identical twins with very similar appearances.

Ulysses was a strong man over three meters tall.

Morito couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the way the Luomen and Roer brothers looked at him was subtly strange, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Keeping this in mind, Morito separated from the five and returned to his room.

It was almost impossible to encounter pirate ships in the sea area near Marine Headquarters. Before the warship sailed out of the Marine Headquarters' sea area, everyone would choose to rest in their rooms.

Upon returning to his room, Morito lay on the bed, pretending to rest.

However, the vision of the Byakugan couldn't be blocked by a few walls.

The Byakugan had three basic abilities.

Telescopic Eye: It uses Chakra to adjust the field of vision's distance. Currently, Morito's vision limit is ten kilometers.

X-ray Eye: It can see through objects, including human bones, meridians, Chakra flow, and can penetrate walls and obstacles to see what he wants to see within his field of vision.

Insight Eye: It possesses a 360° field of vision, allowing him to observe changes in the surrounding environment very thoroughly.

Morito's room and the others' rooms were adjacent. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze penetrated the wall to see into one of the brothers' rooms.

Empty?

Morito quickly shifted his gaze to the other room.

As expected!

The Luomen and Roer brothers were gathered in this room, sitting around a table with two Den Den Mushi placed on it.

One was an ordinary Den Den Mushi, and the other was a black Den Den Mushi specifically used for eavesdropping.

The Luomen and Roer brothers were talking to someone.

"If only I could hear the sound."