Marineford, Military Academy drill ground.
Zephyr, clad in a white Justice coat over a purple suit, watched the military academy students panting in exhaustion as they ran around the four-hundred-meter track. He could not help but sigh softly.
"Ah! Compared to your class, I really don't know what to say about this batch of academy students..."
Of the three hundred academy students, more than a hundred had collapsed after only half an hour of sprinting to complete the goal of eighty kilometers in one hour. Over sixty had passed out and been carried to the infirmary. It was estimated that fewer than thirty would be able to finish the task before lunch!
Seeing this, Sephiroth scratched his head and said with a wistful tone:
"Uh!? All I can say is that things are going downhill, aren't they?
"The future of the Marines is truly worrying..."
He had heard that the quality of new academy recruits was getting worse and worse, but he had never expected it to be this bad!
No wonder that, in the original storyline, there were barely any notable figures among the Marines from Smoker's generation to Koby's generation.
As Zephyr pondered, he picked up the clipboard in his hand, quickly wrote down thirty names, and handed it to the silver-haired young man beside him.
"Sephiroth, make these people into one class. Arrange the rest however you see fit!"
Ain, Binz, Klaus...
Sephiroth lowered his head and swiftly scanned the thirty names on the sheet clipped to the board.
Aside from Ain and Binz, he had never heard of any of the others in this class.
Was this the class that received Zephyr's instruction and was nearly wiped out?
And it was precisely because of this that Zephyr gave up his position as the Military Academy's chief