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Zephyr saw that Randall remained silent, but paid it no mind and went on:
"Sengoku has some plans for that World's Greatest Swordsman.
After all, the so-called Shichibukai need someone with a bit of real strength among them.
The World's Greatest Swordsman certainly qualifies."
At that, Randall narrowed his eyes and said:
"Instructor Zephyr, that World's Greatest Swordsman has a stubborn streak a mile wide.
I think we need to show him the Marines' strength.
Otherwise, he won't sit down and listen to reason."
Zephyr paused at that. "You mean?"
Randall slapped the table and said:
"I mean that the World's Greatest Swordsman is overdue for a beating.
So leave recruiting him to me!
Unless we send someone with top-tier combat strength, I doubt we'll win him over."
Zephyr clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Well, well! Now there's a rare sight. This is the first time I've ever seen you volunteer for a mission.
We're doomed! Is the sun going to rise in the west tomorrow?"
Randall rolled his eyes.
I'm very hardworking, you know.
"Wait a moment, Randall. Why does it sound like you already know who's going to become the World's Greatest Swordsman?"
Zephyr watched Randall keenly.
Randall spread his hands with shameless innocence and said:
"How could I? I just know how much weight that title carries."
Zephyr gave Randall a suspicious look, then said no more.
Just like that, two days slipped quietly by.
Early on the third morning, all 328 cadets of the Elite Camp had assembled.
"Instructor Zephyr said a mystery guest would be coming this time. I wonder who it is."
"Could it be an admiral?"
"Instructor Zephyr said we'd definitely jump for joy when we found out.
Hah, as if! We're not little kids anymore."
Everyone chatted casually, their faces brimming