Having gotten into the mech, Zephyr was in a great mood.
Though it moved with slight awkwardness when walking, that was no major issue. The piloting qualification awarded by the prize ticket merely let them take a turn while the mech was on autopilot.
To pilot it smoothly, they needed a period of training.
For Zephyr to study the theory for one night and then be able to drive the mech in practice already counted as considerable talent.
But these pirates daring to fight back just because he could not catch them in the mech completely ruined Zephyr's mood.
The mech could not hit them, but his fists could.
Zephyr had trained students for many years, and the time he had spent retired on the seas was roughly equal to that.
However, the Navy's new generation of three Admirals had yet to emerge, so Zephyr, a former Admiral, had not been forgotten. He was occasionally mentioned, and some people could still recognize him.
"Th-that guy is Black Arm Zephyr!"
"Why is a former Admiral from Marine Headquarters in a place like this?!"
"Don't be afraid! He's just a retired Admiral. It's no big deal!"
Some were afraid, while others did not care. At this point, they did not know what a Marine Admiral truly meant. But that was fine, because they understood the very next second.
In just a few moves, Zephyr took care of an entire ship of pirates.
"Hmph, my own fists are still more convenient in a fight. But they aren't as cool as this big guy."
Zephyr looked at Iron Oz behind him, muttered to himself, then jumped back into the cockpit.
"Alright, I've demonstrated enough. Yeklik, you should give it a try too."
Zephyr ultimately did not keep fighting Yeklik for the controls. He let