Marine Headquarters Marineford, Crescent Moon Bay.
Three hundred Military Academy students stood in class formations, their luggage placed beside them.
At the very front, Zephyr stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd one by one.
"After four months of training, nearly half a semester has passed. We have already taught you much of what needed to be taught.
As long as you have not been slacking off, I believe you have all gained a great deal...
Now, I will lead you through a midterm exam. We will go to the battlefield together and fight pirates!
Those who perform exceptionally well will be granted higher ranks upon graduating from the Military Academy.
It does not matter if your usual performance has been poor. As long as you earn enough merit on the battlefield, it would not be surprising for you to be granted even a field officer's rank upon graduation..."
After Zephyr finished speaking, the Military Academy students immediately grew excited. Even some who usually performed terribly began imagining themselves wearing the rank of a field officer upon graduation.
Sephiroth only scoffed at that.
No talent, not enough effort, yet they still dreamed of making a name for themselves on the battlefield? They were probably tired of living!
A moment later, the Military Academy students boarded ten different warships by class. In addition to them, one hundred and twenty naval personnel were assigned among the ships.
The sails rose, and the ten warships cut through the wind and waves as they sailed majestically out of Crescent Moon Bay toward their destination...
Twelve days passed in the blink of an eye. Long-distance voyages on the Grand Line always brought all kinds of surprises: towering waves, ocean current whirlpools, Knock-Up Streams, and gigantic Sea Kings that always