Shirou Emiya, set sail!

When the woman returned from the medical room, she looked at Naito as if she wanted to devour him.

That was why boys had to protect themselves when they were out, too. Here was another off-putting woman lusting after the great Naito's body.

While Naito's mind wandered, Zephyr stood up.

"Starting today, the balance of power in the New World is going to change!"

"From today onward, pirates will no longer be free to plunder at will while the Marines can only react! Because we're here!"

"We have only one goal: to pursue the most heinous pirates in the New World! We'll take the fight to them and wipe out those evil pirates before they can cause trouble! We'll bring hope to the people of these seas!"

"I hereby declare the Marine Guerrilla Unit officially established!"

The soldiers assembled below were all excited as they listened to Zephyr's stirring speech.

Naito, meanwhile, smiled faintly.

Honestly, what was all that Marine talk about justice...

It didn't seem as good as my Infinite Tsukuyomi at making people happy.

In any case, the Marine Guerrilla Unit had now been established.

But of course, they wouldn't be able to set out so soon.

Everything had happened in such a rush that there were still plenty of preparations to make.

So Instructor Zephyr was busy and left Naito to train on his own. He had already taught him all the techniques he needed to teach him, anyway.

Binz and Ain were with him. Although they were nominally handling miscellaneous tasks, there wasn't much for them to do either.

While Naito controlled his Haki, those two trained hard in the Six Powers beside him.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the sea near the entrance to the New World.

An ordinary-looking ship sailed through the waves.

People lay sprawled all over the deck.

Luna stood at the bow, leafing through a newspaper.

"Hahaha! Weevil, that's my boy! Your bounty is a full seven hundred million!"

On the deck behind her, Buckingham spared no words of praise.

"Hahahaha! I'm amazing, right, Mom?!"

Weevil laughed foolishly. "Oh, right, I have to hurry over there and tell Dad!"

"All right, all right, whatever you say."

Buckingham smiled.

Not just the one in the mental space. Your real father should already know about you too, Weevil.

Elsewhere, Salt and Anthony huddled together. "World's bounty is actually one billion!"

"It can't be helped. His Lordship was possessing him the whole time, so the government probably thinks he's the one in charge."

"Speaking of which, where is World?"

"Still in that world, I guess. He slaughters his enemies in his world every day."

"Hahahaha, doesn't he get bored?"

"Whether he's bored or not doesn't matter. He's a little more normal now, anyway. At least he can hold a conversation."

"His Lordship is benevolent and righteous."

"Speaking of which-"

Anthony stood up and looked at the figure at the bow. "Lady Luna, what should we do next?"

Without turning around, Luna said, "First, find an island called Punk Hazard. Then we wait."

"Wait?"

Chapter 23: Shirou Emiya, set sail!

Doll was annoyed.

Of course, it wasn't because some little bastard had punched her hard in the face, sent her spinning through the air, and made her land face-first in utter disgrace, making her lose face in front of her superiors and colleagues and leaving her to appear before her future subordinates with bandages wrapped around her face.

All right, while that was indeed part of it, Doll believed what really annoyed her was that the brat was too arrogant. He didn't take her seriously at all! Was he just playing with her?

Doll was furious!

But even if she was furious, she still had work to do.

The Marine Guerrilla Unit had only just been formed, and its officers and soldiers had been drawn from different units at two different bases. They could only be described as strangers to one another.

So, aside from the various personnel adjustments, it was also very important to bring the soldiers closer together through different training exercises and activities. As a detachment commander, she also had to get to know the rank and file and build sufficient trust with the soldiers.

Only that way could morale be stabilized and a fighting force be built.

So Doll got up early. Before it was even fully light, she had washed up and headed to the training ground for morning exercise with the soldiers of the first detachment under her command.

But as she waited for the soldiers to assemble, she was astonished to find someone already exercising in a corner of the training ground.

Doll's gaze sharpened. It was that kid!

The bastard named Naito was on a morning run with a barbell across his shoulders, its weight plates piled up like two small mountains on either side.

He must have been running for a long time already. He was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, his sweat-soaked hair hanging in strands.

Doll pursed her lips.

She had to admit that his strength was extraordinary. At the very least, Doll didn't think she could possibly train while carrying a weight that heavy.

She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but Doll thought the kid's expression looked strange. Dumbstruck? That was probably how she would describe it.

Doll soon looked away from Naito. The soldiers all arrived shortly afterward, and morning training officially began.

None of them were recruits, and they were already used to morning training at this level. They finished it easily, with no one falling behind.

After dismissing them, Doll went to breakfast with the soldiers.

Before leaving, she glanced at that corner of the training ground. The boy had finished running and started strength training, using the enormous barbell like a dumbbell.

Does this guy never get tired?

Doll couldn't help thinking.

More than ten thousand officers and soldiers were stationed at G-1, and there were several cafeterias, each quite large. Doll and her soldiers naturally went to the nearest one.

There were already quite a few people there, and after Doll brought her subordinates in, it was packed.

Doll ate breakfast with several of her subordinate officers, discussing the upcoming tactical coordination training.

That was when Doll saw Naito walk briskly into the cafeteria.

Doll immediately frowned.

Huh? Didn't he look completely exhausted earlier?

But Doll soon noticed something was off.

Her eyesight was excellent, so she could see the muscles in Naito's arms trembling constantly. It was clearly a sign of exhaustion.

His body really had reached its limit, yet he could still move so briskly?

Life Return?

But even with Life Return, controlling the body required tremendous willpower. Could he still maintain that kind of willpower when his body was completely exhausted?

Just how strong was this guy's will?

Doll had indeed never imagined that someone as extraordinary as Naito existed in the world: someone whose body was exhausted from training, but whose mental strength remained completely undiminished.

Under the cafeteria staff's ghost-seeing stares, Naito ordered a tableful of food as usual and began wolfing it down.

The other Marines in the cafeteria stared in dumb amazement.

"Is his stomach a bottomless pit?"

"I'm really afraid he'll eat us too if he doesn't get full."

"Huh? Am I going to get eaten too?"

"We're all buddies!"

It really was Life Return.

Doll looked away. His appetite was monstrous too.

After breakfast, the morning training began.

It was a simulated enemy encounter held aboard a ship, allowing the Marines to familiarize themselves with their new vessel while practicing coordination.

Aboard the large ship docked in the harbor, Doll stood at the bow and gave orders.

Then she saw three figures training in a corner of the square not far away.

One was her junior who had taken her to the medical room yesterday, another was the junior who had been with her, and the last was that arrogant brat.

Her juniors seemed to be practicing the Six Powers, while the brat stood motionless. Was he spacing out?

The question wasn't answered until training ended and Doll led her subordinates off the ship and past the square.

Doll saw the Haki surging around Naito.

The commodore's eyes instantly widened.

Was this kid training in advanced Armament Haki?

Didn't Instructor Zephyr say he had only learned Haki at the training camp? Had he already reached this level?

Only now did Doll understand what Instructor Zephyr meant when he called him his most outstanding student.

But that wasn't all. That afternoon, while Doll and the commodore of another detachment led their respective subordinates in a mock battle, she saw that annoying fellow again. He had brought over a large block of iron from somewhere.

He stood in front of the iron block, punching it again and again, using no Haki and relying solely on his physical strength.

Doll had heard that Vice Admiral Garp liked to use decommissioned warships as punching bags. Was this guy imitating Vice Admiral Garp?

Even when both his fists were covered in blood, he didn't hesitate or hold back in the slightest.

After both fists had become a gruesome sight, he started training his Haki again. He seemed to treat Haki training as a relaxing activity to recover his strength.

Because after that, he started physical training again.

As the sun set and orange sunlight spilled from the far end of the sea onto the sweat-drenched boy, Doll began to understand why this man named Naito possessed such great strength.

It wasn't just talent, but also because he possessed a stronger will than anyone else to begin with.

Having finished her day's training, Doll stood in the distance and watched for quite a while as Naito did frog jumps with the huge iron block on his back, the ground trembling slightly with every jump.

Even a monster like him was working this hard. I really have been a little lazy.

Hmm, he looks pretty handsome when he's serious.

That evening, Naito was in the cafeteria, wolfing down his food after spending a pleasant stretch slacking off in the Dream World while remotely controlling his body to train.