No Strength to Hit Anyone, and You Call Yourself a Marine?

"I understand."

Shiryu withdrew his gaze and gave Noah a deep look. "This guy is very strong. Be careful."

In their brief exchange just now, he had fully grasped just how terrifying Onigumo was.

Not only were his strength and speed far above Shiryu's, but his swordsmanship was exceptional, and he could easily evade Shiryu's attacks with Observation Haki.

Someone like that was indeed not an opponent for someone who had only been in the camp for a year.

Noah was stronger than he was. While defeating Onigumo was equally unlikely, if he performed well, injuring the man should not be a problem.

As long as he could do that, it would be enough to make the man shut up and take back what he had said.

"Don't worry."

Noah smiled and lightly punched his chest. Amid Shiryu's violent coughing and resentful, angry glare, he turned around and walked steadily toward Onigumo.

"Another one?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Onigumo looked down at Noah. "Tsk, you still have the confidence to step up at a time like this? What, do you think you're stronger than that big guy over there?"

The big guy naturally referred to Shiryu.

As far as Onigumo was concerned, he had actually come to rather acknowledge Shiryu's abilities. He had even guessed that Shiryu was probably the strongest recruit of this class.

Though another one had suddenly appeared, the boy these recruits called "Noah" did not seem to have anywhere near the presence of that big guy.

—Young, ordinary-looking, and utterly unremarkable from head to toe. He did not look like a strong person at all.

Onigumo could not help growing somewhat dismissive, and he teased:

"The rules are the same as before. Use whatever means you have. As long as you can injure me,