Soon, the last Marine battleship from the West Blue arrived with another two hundred people, bringing the number of trainees gathered before the fortress to nearly two thousand.
A Marine rear admiral wearing a Justice Coat stepped in front of them.
"I'm Rear Admiral Navas, one of the training camp's instructors. Follow me to the place where you'll spend the next three years."
All the Marine trainees followed him.
"You'd better be ready. Your chief instructor is Marine Admiral Black Arm Zephyr. He's already prepared a grueling training plan for you. If you can't satisfy him, you might be sent packing."
Rear Admiral Navas seemed good-natured. As they walked, he chatted away, sharing tidbits about the Elite Training Camp.
They offered a glimpse of how the camp worked.
Most of the Marine trainees dropped their careless attitudes and grew serious.
Having been selected from Sea Areas across the world, they had all considered themselves exceptional. Deep down, they were a little proud.
The "secrets" the rear admiral revealed changed their attitudes completely.
For them, the Elite Training Camp was only the beginning.
And the chief instructor responsible for training them was a Marine Admiral.
Even Navas, a rear admiral who counted among the upper ranks at Marine Headquarters, was merely one of the camp's instructors.
Some of their hearts began to pound as the pressure sank in.
Noticing this, Navas smiled to himself.
This was a small investment that could earn him the goodwill of many future Marines.
He knew his own limits. Rear admiral was about as high as he would go.
Their pounding hearts resonated with Kyle's ability.
He had not expected to meet someone so important as soon as he arrived at Marine Headquarters.
Those of them from the Four Seas knew little about the Elite Training