Final Exam!

Time passes quickly, especially when you're focused on something.

The day for the Naval Academy Training Camp's final examination had arrived.

During this period, among the trainees, Morito was still seen as the same self-willed scumbag who didn't follow the academy's rules.

But what of it?

Did I, Ōtsutsuki Morito, need to care about the opinions of a bunch of weaklings?

On the plaza, the trainees of the Training Camp were neatly arranged in several vertical formations.

Solemn and serious.

It had to be said that in terms of demeanor and cultivation, the trainees of the Training Camp were better than some regular Marines from the four sea branches.

This year's Training Camp final examination was quite lively, with many active Marine Headquarters officers in attendance.

Within the Training Camp, many trainees had parents or grandparents who were Marines. They were all here to observe, hoping their descendants would achieve satisfactory results.

Thus, they could enter the Naval Academy's preparatory program and become Reserve Navy members of Marine Headquarters.

Even if they were just Reserve Navy students at the Naval Academy, once they left Marine Headquarters, the worst they would start as would be non-commissioned officers.

If assigned to the four seas, they could even be lieutenants.

Although the Training Camp's final examination involved only young boys and girls, the oldest not exceeding eighteen years of age, these trainees who performed exceptionally well in the examination would surely become Marine officers in the future, the future pillars of the Navy.

Today, they would undoubtedly be the focus of Marineford.

Watched by everyone!

The Naval Academy's chief instructor, former Marine Admiral Zephyr, would also be present today. Perhaps some of these trainees could become his students.

"Look over there, the three most talked-about individuals in this Training Camp's final examination have appeared!"

"Onigumo and Doberman have extremely high talent; they are always competing for first or second place in the monthly tests."

"Kazan's combat strength is also impressive, and he's always first in written exams."

"These three are sure to get into the elite class."

People were discussing animatedly. Even the commoners in town were very familiar with the trainees of the Training Camp.

This was enough to show the influence of the Naval Academy in Marineford.

After all, this was the highest institution of learning for the Navy!

Morito stood among the crowd. This was his first time participating in the final examination. In previous years, he had directly forfeited and hadn't even shown up.

His expression wasn't as serious as the others', but that didn't mean he was indifferent.

It felt a bit like the college entrance examination.

Adjusting his mindset, Morito stood quietly in the crowd.

On a tall building next to the plaza, two burly Marine generals sat by the window, gazing down.

"That guy is the child you brought back nine years ago!"

The Naval Academy's chief instructor, Zephyr, said, "I heard he forfeits every year. Why did you bring him back?"

Morito forfeited every year and often trained alone. Most people had only heard of him but never seen him.

This was also Zephyr's first time seeing Morito.

His first impression was that he was scrawny, fair-skinned, and looked even better than a young girl!

Could this guy really handle it?

With his thin arms and legs, could he even carry a gun?

If it weren't for Garp, he wouldn't even have Morito Ōtsutsuki's name in his memory.

In reality, this was just Zephyr's impression based on his negative attitude towards Morito.

Morito had a well-proportioned physique, with restrained muscles, unlike the explosive muscle masses of someone covered in thick flesh. This was related to his training in Gentle Fist.

Gentle Fist was different from Steel Fist.

Furthermore, Morito's skin was the normal yellowish complexion of East Asians. Compared to the group of dark-skinned trainees, he could indeed be considered 'fair-skinned.'

"Him? He's a very interesting kid."

Garp ate donuts with large bites. A couple of days ago, he heard from that girl Gion mention that Morito would challenge Onigumo in the final examination.

Garp found it amusing, so he came.

Others might think Morito idled around all day, slacking off, but Garp knew that wasn't the case. He knew Morito's efforts better than anyone.

"Interesting?"

Zephyr frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

This wasn't the answer he wanted.

The Training Camp received a large amount of resources from Marine Headquarters, and Marine trainees were cultivated from a young age. Naturally, they wouldn't cultivate useless individuals.

Many unqualified brats in the training camp were already kicked out.

Morito was able to stay until now purely because of Garp.

Even if you don't look at the monk's face, you look at the Buddha's face. Both the monk's face and the Buddha's face have been seen. It's already giving Garp a lot of face to let a guy like Morito, who failed nine times, stay.

Garp laughed heartily without caring, "I won't let you down."

He has talent and is willing to work hard.

His strength is not bad, and he is willing to patiently consolidate his realm step by step. He is not arrogant due to his youth, and he knows how to lie low and be reserved.

How could such a guy be ordinary?

Garp appeared to be a carefree simpleton on the surface, but in reality, he was one of the few great wise fools in the Navy!

He's cunning!

He taught Morito the training methods for the Marine Six Styles five years ago.

He taught Morito the training methods for Observation Haki and Armament Haki three years ago.

Garp wasn't sure of Morito's current level, but he felt Morito was no weaker than the so-called top three of the Training Camp!

"I hope so!"

Zephyr finished speaking, crossed his arms, and sat silently to the side.

He wasn't here for Morito today. He mainly came to observe the performance of Onigumo, Doberman, and Kazan.

These three were almost guaranteed spots in the elite class this time.

In the plaza, the trainees were in position.

The final exam had many sections, with the written test, combat, and Dao power being the most heavily weighted.

Reserve Navy graduates from the Naval Academy start as officers. The written test is the most basic part; even if there are dedicated assistants to handle documents later, the individual must at least be able to understand them.

Combat is a test of one's fighting ability. Navy promotions only consider combat power and military achievements. Those with strong abilities can quickly rack up military achievements.

Finally, the Dao power test is linked to the elite class, selecting outstanding talents with good aptitude and strength.

Reserve Navy graduates from the elite class directly become high-ranking officers.

"That blind guy is actually here!"

"Doesn't he fail every year? Why does he dare to come this year?"

"I heard that blind guy challenged Onigumo to a duel."

"Real or fake?"

"I thought the blind guy would flee before the battle, but I didn't expect him to actually show up."

"He'll be at the bottom anyway, won't it be more embarrassing to come?"

Countless gazes fell on Morito, the contempt and disgust in their eyes unconcealed and unrestrained, as if afraid Morito wouldn't feel it.

Morito sat calmly in his seat. Isn't being handsome for others to look at?

Even if his eyeballs bulged out, they wouldn't grow a flower on his face.

Doberman and Onigumo walked over together. Their seats were not far from Morito, diagonally in front of him to the left.

"Did this blind guy really challenge you to a duel? Isn't he afraid of losing face?"

"Does he still have any face to lose?" Onigumo said coldly, his deliberately raised voice drawing the attention of the surrounding trainees.

"That's true!" Doberman echoed.

Morito glanced faintly at the two of them, then shifted his gaze to the high platform.

The instructors were already unsealing the final exam papers.

This scene instantly made everyone even more displeased. They could mock and despise Morito because he was inherently a useless blind man.

And this useless blind man dared to ignore them?

Where did he get the nerve?

"Onigumo and Doberman are already guaranteed spots in the elite class and will become Zephyr's students directly after the final exam. Where does a trash who ranks last every year get the courage to challenge Onigumo?"

"Putting on an act, shameless."

"Let's see what face he has to stay after the final exam. Let him pretend for a while longer!"