Pirate: I Maxed Out Conqueror's Haki First, Since I Can't Die

Xia Le spoke softly.

“If Ohara is facing Annihilation one day, what choice will you make, Doctor?”

Dr. Clover paused. After a moment's thought, he smiled. "I'll give everything I have to make sure Ohara's will lives on."

"And you, my boy?"

"What will you choose?"

But Xia Le had already turned and started walking away.

"I'm off, Doctor!"

Only after he had gone more than ten meters did he raise his right hand and wave goodbye.

Even after Xia Le left the island, Dr. Clover still had no answer from him.

"I understand, my boy."

"As a marine, you have your side, and you have your own duties."

"But if that day really comes..."

"I have my own beliefs, too!"

Muttering to himself, Dr. Clover turned and disappeared.

Ohara remained peaceful and serene. But when Xia Le returned to the base that day, he summoned every commander of the Thirteenth Division before him, his face cold.

"We marines exist to uphold justice!"

"That justice isn't something anyone else gives you. It's the line you draw in your own hearts—the measure of what no human being should cross!"

"Remember who you're fighting for, and who you swing your blades for!"

"Starting today, Bullet, double the training again. I want you to turn these thirteen thousand people into true elites within two years!"

His stern, icy voice sent a chill through the commanders of the Thirteenth Division.

The first eight of the thirteen unit commanders had served under Xia Le from the start. Commanders of the ninth through thirteenth units were continually reassigned as training progressed.

Only those with strength and sound character qualified for the posts.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

Throughout those six months, every day at the G-18 fortress rang with thunderous training