Nothing happened that night, and the next day all the Recruit Camp gathered at the square by the port.
Today was the day to depart for the field trip. Andrew arrived early, and his teaching assistant was also there. He wanted to make sure the headcount was accurate.
When Vic brought Rebecca to the square, there were already many people there.
After waiting another quarter of an hour, everyone had arrived. Andrew counted the number of people again and then began his practical training speech.
"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. This practical assessment is a regular practice in the Recruit Camp."
You have been studying for three months now. The purpose of studying is to apply what you have learned, and that is also the purpose of this field trip.
Andrew paused after speaking, waiting for everyone to process what he had said.
"This time, we've arranged a warship, but no troops will be deployed on it. You'll have to rely entirely on yourselves."
How to survive and successfully complete the mission—that will be your assessment criteria.
There will be ten scorers and one team leader on board.
The scorekeeper is only responsible for your scores during the practical training. The team leader will only intervene if your life is in danger; otherwise, he won't be involved. You'll also have to take care of their food and lodging.
Andrew paused again at this point.
The trainees below were already whispering among themselves; these recruits weren't all young.
Some of them had served in other bases for many years and were very experienced, so I wasn't too worried.
However, many new recruits are a little worried. But these are all necessary experiences that everyone has to go through eventually. If you're afraid, then don't join the navy.
"Remember, you must perform well. Everything you do will be recorded, and these will be the basis for your evaluation. Of course, eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet will not be recorded."
The crowd erupted in laughter, and Andrew laughed at his own words.
"This isn't just a casual stroll; there's a specific mission ahead. You must complete it well to get a high score."
Upon hearing about the mission, the trainees began whispering amongst themselves, speculating about what it might be. Andre didn't keep them in suspense any longer and simply revealed the mission to everyone.
"The mission this time is to wipe out the pirates and to appease and treat the civilians."
In the first half of the Grand Line, there is a small island near the Calm Belt called " Peace Island ".
This island has been in turmoil lately; a group of newly arrived pirates have taken it over.
The island's civilians are being oppressed, and this matter has been reported to our navy by the island's residents.
So the mission this time is to rescue Peace Island and then safely return to Marine Headquarters. That's the mission.
Andrew finished explaining the entire task, leaving the trainees to process it.
It was indeed quite lively downstairs, with some people worried about whether the pirates were very strong.
Some were worried that with their new recruits, the ship might not be able to reach Peace Island.
Some were worried that the ship might sail into the Calm Belt, since Peace Island is on the edge of the Calm Belt.
Some were eager to try, while others seemed lost in thought; their thoughts varied, but a mission is a mission, and you have to do it.
Andrew stood on the platform for a long time without saying a word, only occasionally glancing around at something.
The underground students had finished their discussion and were all looking at Andrew, wondering what Andrew was waiting for and why he hadn't boarded the ship yet.
Andrew was getting anxious. Why hadn't the team leader assigned by his superiors arrived yet? They couldn't set off until the leader showed up.
Vic was also curious about who would be leading the team this time, even though it was only the first half of the Grand Line, the seas were fraught with danger.
So many new recruits, the very lifeblood of the Navy's future. If something happens to them, it will be a significant loss for the Navy, not only in terms of its reputation but also in terms of its overall strength. This time, they should probably send a Vice Admiral to lead the team, Vic thought.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a tall figure finally arrived at the square. That's right, it was Rear Admiral Gion.
It's not that they're Vice Admiral; the Vice Admiral at headquarters are all busy with important matters and can't get away.
Another reason is that Rear Admiral Gion was idle at the time, applied for this task.
Considering that Rear Admiral Gion's strength was quite good, and that there was also the monstrous Vic on the ship, the decision was made to secure the victory. Therefore, Rear Admiral Gion's application was approved.
Gion looked at the dumbfounded Vic in the crowd with a smile, feeling somewhat smug.
That's right, she came specifically for Vic, and as for her purpose, it's a bit of everything!
Gion strode onto the stage with her long legs, Andrew quickly saluted her, after all, Gion was two grades above him.
"This is Rear Admiral Gion, your team leader. You must respect her and not cause her Rear Admiral Gion good food and drink."
Andrew said loudly, but he was looking at Vic when he said it. Vic rolled his eyes. You two are just playing me, aren't you?
Gion also looked at Vic with a smile.
"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's hurry up and get on the ship. Have a safe journey and good luck!"
Andrew then spoke loudly, and instructed the trainees which warship to board. The trainees followed Andrew and left.
Gion didn't move, still smiling as she looked at Vic.
Vic, Rebecca, Wendy didn't move either. After all the students left the square, Gion walked towards Vic and looked at Vic Vic a smile.
"I have information here that you absolutely cannot refuse. If you want to know it, you must agree to cook for me, every single meal of every day. Do you want the information?"
Gion flashed a fox-like smile, revealing two rows of large, white teeth.
Vic guessed it might be related to his previous request for help from Garp; the Navy's intelligence capabilities were quite good.
He really wanted it, but the woman's request annoyed him. The three of them were already planning to take matters into their own hands, so bringing her along wouldn't have mattered.
But it's really unreasonable of you to use a promise made during the Sengoku to ask for favors.
But then Rebecca was shaking Vic's arm, her face full of pleading.
Vic sighed. When was he bribed? He had no choice but to compromise. What could he do when a little traitor had appeared beside him?
Vic reached out to Gion, his meaning clear: give me the information, and I'll grant your request.
Gion laughed and pulled a map out from under her cleavage.
Holding the map that Gion, Vic felt a strange unease.
He flipped it open and looked at it; an island was circled in red.
It had the same name as the piece of paper Shakky had given her— Gia Island.
But when Vic looked around, his eyes narrowed. Not far from Gia Island was their destination – Peace Island.
Vic looked at Gion with a puzzled expression, unsure whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement. Gion was also aware of the matter.
"It's quite a coincidence, actually. I was planning to tell you about Gia Island as soon as I learned about it."
However, when choosing a task for practice, a distress message came from Peace Island. Seeing that the two islands were adjacent,
Vice Admiral Garp directly decided on this location. If it weren't for the pirate incident at Peace Island, it's highly unlikely he would have chosen that area specifically for your personal matters.
"Hehe, Vice Admiral Garp takes good care of you, I'm so envious!" Gion explained the whole story, looking at Vic with a grin.
So this has nothing to do with you, but you end up here asking for food and drink.
Vic rolled his eyes, but felt even more grateful to the old man Garp.
This old man was always thinking of himself; he was a respectable elder, Vic decided he would repay him properly in the future.
Vic ignored Gion and walked straight towards the warship, where the people on board were waiting for them.