Endurance Is Important for Young Men

"What's with those fierce looks on your faces? Not convinced?"

Onigumo flashed a toothy grin. "Can't stand hearing the truth? When I entered the Recruit Camp back then, I'd mastered both types of Haki by the end of my first year. What about you? Hah, what a disgrace to Teacher Zephyr!"

The entire training ground immediately erupted in an uproar.

"Hey, you!"

"What the hell are you saying, bastard!"

The anger that had been building up for so long was instantly ignited by those words. Many recruits gathered around with grim expressions, surrounding Onigumo, who sat alone atop a rock.

Leading them was Shiryu.

The other officers nearby exchanged helpless looks when they saw Onigumo provoke everyone's anger. Momonga rubbed his brow with a headache as well.

This guy's personality is truly awful. If I'd known, I shouldn't have brought him along to visit Teacher Zephyr today.

"You'd better take back what you just said."

With a cigarette between his lips, Shiryu fixed Onigumo with a cold stare. "Though you claim to be Teacher Zephyr's disciple as well, with that kind of attitude, you'd be better off shutting up and leaving. The Elite Training Camp doesn't welcome you."

"I'm sorry, this..."

Momonga spoke apologetically from the side, about to ease the tension, but Onigumo raised a hand to cut him off. With a cigar in his mouth, he stood up.

"That's a big mouth you've got, kid. What, do you think that as your senior, I'm not qualified to offer advice or criticism?"

He blew a cloud of smoke at Shiryu and sneered.

"Since you want to play the hero, show me what you're made of. Let me see whether your class of recruits is truly qualified to be Teacher Zephyr's disciples!"

Onigumo had always been hot-tempered, but unfortunately, Shiryu