The following night, at the Marines' temporary camp, Zephyr's family of three stayed in the same tent.
Not many people had accompanied this operation; it was only a small-scale deployment. But considering the combat power gathered here, there was no need for soldiers to stand guard.
A retired admiral, one Lyliana, and three admiral candidates—anyone would be intimidated by that lineup.
Besides, this was not far from Marine Headquarters. Ambushing this place would be no different from attacking Marine Headquarters itself. Even if Golden Lion showed up again, he would be sent in obediently.
"Dad, it seems you only achieved a small part of your goal. The graduates don't look very cooperative."
Yeklik poked at the campfire. After training under Zephyr for so many years, even if he was no natural monster, he still had a rough understanding of people's limits.
During the sparring matches over the past two days, Kuzan had been putting on a covert performance while Borsalino had been putting on an obvious one. Though those exhibition matches had still been enough for the elite trainees to learn from.
But they were clearly still some distance from Zephyr's goal.
"Kuzan has become much more laid-back than before over the past few years. He can't seem to muster any enthusiasm for anything. I suppose he really inherited Garp's teachings.
"Borsalino was a problem student from the beginning. He's the oldest, and his ideas are the most entrenched. It looks like he was just going through the motions for the higher-ups this time. Still, I hope he really did learn something."
Zephyr's generation had all been standard Body Technique fighters. Neither he nor Garp had Devil Fruit abilities, while Sengoku was a Mythical Zoan who likewise relied on Body Technique in battle. With the arrival of this Logia Type