All Famous, Few Words

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The Elite Class—everyone admitted here was a true monster.

They had strong talent, strong willpower, and strong abilities. If they were not Devil Fruit users, then they possessed extraordinary talent in certain areas.

For example, swordsmanship.

It could be said that this was an important place for the Navy to cultivate officers. Many high-ranking Navy figures kept a close eye on it. Its status was worlds apart from that of the regular classes.

After graduating from here, they would at least leave as warrant officers. If they were monsters among monsters, then congratulations—they would at least reach the rank of Rear Admiral.

The Navy had a rigorous system. Only strength and military achievements allowed one to rise or fall through the ranks. Yet once someone graduated from the Elite Class, they could skip thirteen entire ranks and become a major figure in their own right.

The ranks, from lowest to highest, were: miscellaneous soldier, Seaman Third Class, Seaman Second Class, Seaman First Class, Petty Officer, Chief Petty Officer, Senior Chief Petty Officer, Warrant Officer, Ensign, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Commander, Commander, Captain, Commodore, Rear Admiral, Vice Admiral, Admiral, Fleet Admiral.

Getting into the Elite Class was not much different from ascending to the heavens in a single step.

Most importantly, Zephyr was the chief instructor of the Elite Class. He normally had no need to teach the regular classes. Ye Chen and the others had simply been lucky enough to run into Zephyr when he happened to be interested in giving them some guidance.

Of course, the most important reason was that the Elite Class did not require Zephyr to watch over them constantly. Those who could enter were all exceptionally gifted children. He only needed to teach them the most basic things.

Regular classes were like school, while the Elite Class was like university. Their methods of instruction could not be compared.

"It seems that during this time, you saw quite a lot while following Garp out to sea."

On the Elite Class training ground, Zephyr stood on the platform and looked at the students below, whose spirits varied greatly, his brow furrowed.

At the front stood three people. They had joined the Navy at different times, yet before even graduating, all three already held the rank of Commodore. They were known as representatives of the Navy's future, only one step away from becoming Rear Admirals.

That was because all three of them were Logia users.

Sakazuki of the Magma-Magma Fruit was someone who looked down on every peer his age and had an extremely fiery temper. Borsalino of the Glint-Glint Fruit was most recognizable for his somewhat sleazy appearance and lazy demeanor. Kuzan of the Ice-Ice Fruit loved sleeping and was lax about everything.

Although the three had different personalities, deep down, they were all immensely proud—and they had every right to be.

Besides those three monsters, the Elite Class had plenty of other monsters as well, such as the future Vice Admirals Onigumo, Hōshō, and Momonga, as well as the Admiral candidates Gion and Chaton.

Most importantly, none of them were over twenty. They were all between fifteen and twenty years old.

At their age, they should already have graduated. But the Navy feared that these future talents might die young, so even when they went out on missions, they only followed veteran Vice Admirals to gain experience. Only after the Navy's upper ranks acknowledged them could they shed their status as students.

And they had only just returned during this period.

"This world is cruel. Only justice can maintain order in this world. We of the Navy—"

The moment he began, Zephyr launched into a stern lecture.

Below, everyone listened until they were nearly falling asleep, yet they forced their eyes open and did not dare slack off. If they were caught even once, what awaited them would be a spar.

That was right. Zephyr would personally spar with them. They could use every method at their disposal. As long as they managed to injure Zephyr, congratulations—they would graduate immediately.

Back when they had refused to accept it, two people had challenged Zephyr's authority: Sakazuki and Borsalino. But after every challenge, they spent an entire day lying in bed.

Throughout the whole fight, Zephyr only used three moves: Soru, Armament Haki, and one punch. Then the two of them were on the ground.

Whether they were magma or light, neither could escape.

After more than ten challenges, they finally chickened out, because Sakazuki and Borsalino both understood that before this man, even as Logia users, they still had to kneel.

At first, neither accepted it. Then one time, the Navy hero Garp came to see Zephyr and happened to witness them challenging him. Afterward, Garp said only one sentence: "You two should be grateful for Zephyr's personality. Otherwise, you'd have been dead long ago."

From then on, although they still felt bitter, they were no longer as reckless as before, believing that possessing a Logia made them superior to everyone else. Yet deep down, they still believed Logias were the strongest. As for Zoans and Paramecias, they generally looked down on them.

Of the three, perhaps only Kuzan seemed more normal. But his normality was simply laziness. Whenever he had time, he would definitely sleep, so his temperament was rather gentle.

"Reporting, the six students from the regular class have arrived."

While Zephyr was speaking endlessly, a Rear Admiral brought Vergo and the other five onto the Elite Class training ground.

"You've worked hard." Zephyr paused his speech, looked at the Rear Admiral who had led them there, and nodded.

"If there's nothing else, Admiral Zephyr, I'll return to my duties!"

The Rear Admiral wore a serious expression as he gave a military salute. It was clear that he greatly admired Zephyr.

"Go on." Zephyr's expression softened, and he nodded warmly.

"Yes, sir."

After the Rear Admiral left, everyone present looked at Vergo and the other five. Their expressions varied: some were disdainful, some curious, and some indifferent.

"Today, six new students have joined the Elite Class. You six, introduce yourselves."

"Vergo."

"Ye Chen."

"Smoker."

"Hina."

"Shu."

"Very Good."

There were no sparks as expected. After introducing themselves, the six simply stood together with the others.

"Now, everyone will carry two tons. No abilities allowed. Run one hundred laps around the training ground."

Right from the start, the previous training assignment had been increased severalfold.

No one resisted Zephyr's command. Without a word, they began to run.

At first, everything was harmonious. Everyone ran normally. But at some point, Smoker and Onigumo's group began competing with one another, and it soon spread to Sakazuki. Both sides were proud and arrogant, and both had Logia abilities. One side pushed ahead while the other chased after them, and they ran faster and faster.

The atmosphere quickly spread through the entire group. One after another, as though they had taken stimulants, they refused to yield to each other and began competing.

Clearly, Sakazuki and the others did not take Smoker's group seriously. Not only were they older than Smoker and the others, but they had already gone out to sea several times. Their experience was something Smoker could not compare to.

At most, they were bored and merely playing along.

But gradually, Sakazuki and the others grew serious. Although the other side had not surpassed them, they had remained right behind them from beginning to end.

Fifty laps, seventy laps, eighty laps. Both sides were drenched in sweat and beginning to gasp for breath, yet Smoker and the others refused to lose. They stubbornly stayed close behind.

Sakazuki and the others, who had not cared at first, suddenly became serious. If they lost to them, how would they ever show their faces afterward?

Since both sides were proud and arrogant, they naturally had to settle who was better. One side wanted to leave the other far behind, while the other buried their heads and chased desperately. Both sides were holding back a breath.

Amid the boys' intense rivalry, there were only two harmonious spots in the entire group.