Tesoro's lips twitched as he saw that all four opposed his suggestion. He took a deep breath, about to begin arguing his case, when Roy's voice came from the direction of the platform. " Tesoro, come here for a moment."
Tesoro flashed and transformed into a bolt of lightning, appearing on the high platform.
Roy walked up from the entrance of the high platform.
He looked at Tesoro's angry expression, a half-smile playing on his lips, "Alright, stop arguing with them."
Tesoro looked displeased. "Boss, I..."
"Alright."
Roy waved his hand, sat down next to Hancock, and beckoned Tesoro to sit down as well.
"Come here, let's discuss some serious matters."
Roy's tone was calm, yet it carried a composure that made both sides in the dispute involuntarily restrain their emotions.
"Let's put aside the question of who will be the head instructor for now. I have a question to ask first."
Savi and Tesoro exchanged a glance, each taking a step back, but their eyes still held a defiant spirit.
"What's the difference between the warriors of Amazon Lily and the recruits we trained before?"
Savi blurted out:
"The foundation is weak. Although these female soldiers have combat experience, they have almost no systematic training."
The entry rate for Haki is very low; most people's physical skills remain at the instinctual stage.
"Anything else?"
"Environment," Charon began. " Amazon Lily is surrounded by the sea. The Calm Belt there are no ocean currents or Sea Kings to interfere with the warriors' combat experience, which is limited to sparring on the island and hunting in the near sea."
They lacked experience fighting against them and were ill-equipped to adapt to unfamiliar environments.
Roy nodded. "So, we need to add combat simulations to the training plan?"
Charon replied, "It's already being arranged. Kazami be in charge of simulating sword fighting, and I've added underwater combat training to the close-quarters combat drills."
"That means that basic physical skills, swordsmanship, grappling, and sniping each have their own training plans and assessment standards, while also taking into account the coordination with actual combat simulations."
Roy turned his gaze to Tesoro,
Who should be assigned to coordinate this task?
Charon didn't hesitate. "I originally planned to have Savi take on the role concurrently. Savi has the most solid physical foundation and the most accurate grasp of the overall qualities of the warriors."
Savi scratched his head. "But to be honest, physical skills alone are already keeping me busy enough. Asking me to coordinate four different subjects as well is simply too much of a time commitment."
Roy looked at Tesoro and smiled, "Did you hear that?"
Tesoro paused for a moment, then realized what he meant. "Boss, you mean...?"
"You can have the title of head instructor, but when it comes to the specifics of subject-specific teaching, those four have the final say."
Roy spoke casually, but everyone present unconsciously straightened their backs.
"Your task is to coordinate the progress of each subject, control the overall pace of training, and handle any unexpected situations that may arise during training, not to go down and teach new recruits how to punch."
Tesoro fell silent.
He certainly understood Roy's intention in saying those words.
It wasn't because Savi and the others questioned his teaching abilities, but because Hachinosu's trade network and transactions with the major powers of the New World were almost entirely maintained by Tesoro alone.
He could be called back to the New World at any time by Stella's urgent call to handle a sudden order, and while he was away on the island dealing with matters, training had to continue as usual.
He pursed his lips, but finally nodded. "Okay."
Savi initially wanted to argue his point, but he paused when he heard Roy's subsequent statement that "the subject-specific teaching of the four Savi should not be interfered with arbitrarily."
He then relaxed his clenched fists, grinned at Tesoro, and said, "Hehehe! Head Instructor, remember to submit the planning form on time."
"Shut up."
Tesoro's answer was concise and to the point. He then looked at Roy, Roy had already walked back to the reef, picked up the old fishing rod, and casually waved it behind him.
The subtext of that gesture was clear to everyone present.
The arguments are over, the decisions are made, now it's time to get to work.
The next day, the large-scale special training camp on Amazon Lily officially opened.
The first batch of warriors who completed the Bloodline Impulse Transplantation were divided into four groups according to their talents and areas of expertise, and officially began systematic special training.
From morning till night, the training ground was filled with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons. The female warriors, who had just undergone genetic remodeling, began the most intense training period of their lives.
This period of time will be spent sweating and getting bruises, but it will also be the time to gain the strength to stand firm on the vast ocean.
After the training camp got on track, Roy had a lot of free time.
His days on Amazon Lily became extremely routine—every morning he would go fishing on the rocks by the sea, and at noon he would sunbathe and take a nap on the beach.
In the evening, he would take a stroll around the training camp to check on the training progress. Occasionally, he would have a couple of drinks with Tesoro in the evening, and then go back to the guest room that Elder Nyon had arranged for him to sleep.
The female warriors of Amazon Lily went from initial awe to gradual acceptance of the legendary Emperor of the Sea, and now...
Every time Roy passed by the training field, they would stop training, straighten their backs, and bow. Their eyes no longer showed only fear, but more of a heartfelt respect and curiosity.
They all knew who was responsible for all the changes happening on the island.
Bloodline Impulse Transplantation, the instructor team, the training system—all of these were arranged by this man who always seemed to be fishing.
As Pirate Empress, Hancock is extremely busy, handling the affairs of Amazon Lily and overseeing the progress of Bloodline Impulse Transplantation across the island.
But she would always make time to see Roy every day.
Sometimes it was early morning, just as Roy sat down on the rocks by the sea, Hancock would appear beside him with a plate of snakeberries and grilled fish, a specialty of Amazon Lily;
Sometimes, in the afternoon, when Roy was lying on a beach chair with his eyes closed, a shadow would quietly move over his head—that was Hancock holding up a parasol;
Sometimes, in the evening, when Roy was watching Savi train the new recruits at the training field, Hancock would suddenly appear behind him, holding two glasses of the island's specialty, snake fruit wine.
She never bothered Roy on her own initiative.
She simply stayed quietly by his side, occasionally saying a few words, or sometimes just sitting there in silence.
Sometimes Roy Awakening find Hancock still sitting on the rocks nearby, holding a half-finished government document in her hand; the ink had long since dried, and she hadn't bothered to refill it.
Sandersonia and Marigold always hid behind the coconut trees in the distance to spy on them.
Whenever Hancock replaced Roy's cold tea with hot tea, or secretly sprinkled an extra layer of spices on Roy's grilled fish, the two sisters would cover their mouths and laugh so hard their shoulders would shake.
Elder Nyon saw it all too.
This old woman understood Hancock's thoughts better than anyone else.
Sometimes, when she passed by Hancock's study at night, she would slow down and see the fifteen-year-old girl, after finishing reviewing the scrolls, resting her chin on her hand and gazing blankly out the window at the small building where Roy lived.
"What a tragedy," Elder Nyon would sigh each time, then walk away leaning on her snake-shaped cane.
But she also knew that Hancock's feelings were not a child's fleeting impulse.
Years ago, Roy rescued her from the Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise, and now he's personally escorting her back to the island to assume her throne.
This dependence and admiration, which grew out of fear and despair, had long been deeply rooted in Hancock's bones.
Elder Nyon only hoped that her good intentions would have a good outcome.
However, seeing Roy's completely oblivious expression, she could only continue to sigh.