I Really Wasn't Showing Off!

Repeatedly jumping back and forth involves quickly bouncing right → middle → left → middle → right between three parallel lines on the floor, spaced about a meter apart.

The number of times one can repeatedly jump back and forth is recorded within a set time.

A single jump is not difficult; anyone can do it.

But when a time limit is added and it must be done quickly, one must achieve a certain level of mastery over leg muscles, body balance, and various other functions!

At this moment, Morito in the arena blurred into afterimages.

It was as if there were three, no, thirty Moritos standing there, forming a line!

The examiner responsible for recording rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things!

Why were there double images!

Could blindness be contagious?

"Are we done?"

One minute later, Morito, who hadn't heard the signal to stop, actively stopped and looked at the bewildered examiner, frowning.

Repeated jumping usually takes less than twenty seconds; he had already completed three twenty-second intervals!

The examiner suddenly snapped back to attention and awkwardly recorded an S.

He hadn't even had time to count how many times!

No, he hadn't been able to see how many times Morito had jumped at all!

The trainees queuing behind, who had initially wanted to laugh at Morito, now stared with wide eyes, mouths agape, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

It wasn't just the examiner who couldn't see Morito's movements; none of them could.

"Are the bets still on?"

A moment ago, they had bet on how many times Morito could repeatedly jump back and forth within twenty seconds, with some betting on ten times, some on eight, and even some on five.

After a brief silence, one of them spoke.

"Gambling is bad; we should put a stop to such negative behavior."

"Yeah, you're right!"

"Exactly, we're future Marine officers; how can we break discipline?"

"Get ready; it's almost our turn."

They spoke over each other, casually brushing the matter aside as if nothing had happened.

However, Morito's movements left a significant shadow in their hearts.

These were movements that simply weren't humanly possible!

On the top floor of the teaching building, in the office of the Head Instructor Zephyr.

"Repeatedly jumping back and forth at the speed of Soru? This kid seems stronger than we thought!"

Garp squinted, a smile on his face.

Zephyr, however, looked shocked. Setting aside the repeated jumping at Soru speed, just mastering Soru at the age of fifteen was remarkable.

Zephyr remembered that he had only joined the Marines a year before when he was fifteen.

Back then, he...

It's better not to mention it.

"It's just one repeated jumping test; the Doriki test is the main event!"

Zephyr said coldly.

Garp just smiled without speaking. In his opinion, Zephyr was just being stubborn, jealous that the Morito he brought back was so outstanding!

Wasn't Kuzan the same before?

On the plaza below, various physical fitness tests continued.

100-meter dash, weightlifting, shot put, grip strength, vertical jump.

After Morito's physical fitness tests, it was no surprise that every examiner on every field was left dumbfounded.

Speed, strength, and agility were all impeccable!

Morito's performance in the physical fitness tests on the plaza attracted more and more attention.

From the initial uninformed onlookers who blindly mocked Morito, they were now all shocked by his performance.

"I heard from my son that that guy has terrible talent and doesn't work hard, and he's always ranked last in the annual Training Camp exams."

"I heard the same thing; they say he's blind too."

"How can that be..."

The crowd's discussion carried a hint of doubt.

In the middle of the plaza, there was a large electronic display showing the physical fitness test data of outstanding trainees.

The name Ōtsutsuki Morito was written at the very top!

S, S, S!

All S ratings!

This crap is ranked last every year?

The onlookers felt their intelligence had been insulted. If these inhuman monsters were the dregs ranked last every year, then what were normal humans like them?

Were they worse than trash?

The physical fitness test in the plaza was witnessed by everyone, and there was absolutely no possibility of cheating.

In a corner of the plaza, Doberman and Onigumo stood together.

Although they both disdained Morito in their hearts, they were secretly shocked by the results displayed on the electronic scoreboard.

Both were strong and had the right to be arrogant.

They had always been in the top three in all physical fitness tests, along with Huǒshāoshān.

While their physical fitness test scores still ranked them second and fourth, respectively, they were far behind Morito, who was in first place.

Morito had an S in all physical fitness tests, while they only occasionally got an S in one or two categories, with most others being A, or even B.

Furthermore, Morito's S was completely different from theirs.

Morito's S was because the highest possible score in the physical fitness test was S, not because Morito could only achieve an S.

"That kid seems to be hiding his strength?" Doberman's expression was no longer relaxed. He was somewhat worried for his friend.

"No matter what, I will defeat him!"

How could Onigumo admit defeat to someone he looked down upon?

It felt like a "superior being" who worked comfortably in an air-conditioned office, punching out on time, looking down on construction workers sweating profusely and carrying bricks in the construction site below the skyscraper every day.

He looked down on that worker, despising him from the bottom of his heart.

But one day, that worker suddenly became his boss, and he was only going to the construction site to exercise and experience life.

This huge contrast was enough to make a person collapse.

Onigumo's psychological resilience wasn't that fragile. He just kept telling himself that he had to defeat Morito in a real fight!

"The Doriki test is coming up soon. Let's see how much that kid can achieve."

"I'll keep an eye on it."

The Naval Academy's Training Camp consisted of young men and women with naval backgrounds, or orphans with exceptional talent brought back by naval generals.

These individuals had been trained from a young age, with early starts and talent, so they naturally couldn't be measured by ordinary people's standards.

For ordinary Marine soldiers, a Doriki of 10 is considered passing.

For most people to enter the Naval Academy, their Doriki test score only needs to exceed 50 at the time of application, and they must be no older than thirty years old.

After a period of rigorous and professional training, those with excellent results can choose to stay for further study.

Those with average results will leave the academy, either being sent back to the Four Seas or staying at Marine Headquarters, usually starting as non-commissioned officers or privates.

For Training Camp cadets to pass the final examination and continue their advanced studies at the Naval Academy, their Doriki must reach at least 70.

After all, they are cultivating talented individuals from a young age with preferential resources and backgrounds.

If their Doriki test is worse than those "wild" recruits, then there's no need to waste resources cultivating such trash.

The Naval Academy at Marine Headquarters is not a nursery!

Therefore, the most crucial part of the physical fitness test in the Training Camp's final examination is Doriki!

If you don't reach 70, you have to get out!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Morito walked to the center of the plaza and stood before a large steel plate testing instrument.