Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 74 Borsalino, you overestimate your abilities.

"A training camp led by former Admiral Zephyr? Sounds pretty good."

Two days later, in the recruits' quarters at Naval Headquarters, Sakazuki received the orders from headquarters to transfer them.

"I heard that he could no longer fight on the front lines due to health reasons. Our teacher was only promoted to general four years ago. I wonder what he went through."

Borsalino read out the detailed report from headquarters, but omitted some details. The reason given by the former admiral, who was worried that his family would not be able to continue serving on overseas missions for extended periods, was too far-fetched to be true.

The current general needed a reason to be transferred to the position of instructor, hence this result, which Zefa himself also agreed with.

At that time, he and Sakazuki were roommates, sharing this double room.

They are all outstanding newcomers sent by branches from various regions, so this level of treatment is not a problem.

"Sakazuki, it seems the road ahead is going to be dangerous."

"To eliminate those rampaging pirates, any price is worth paying. If you're afraid, why did you come here?"

"You'll have to pay for breaking the table, Sakazuki. If I remember correctly, you're penniless right now."

When talking about pirates, you can clearly feel Sakazuki's anger. In his emotional state, smashing the table seems to have become a habit, but Borsalino directly broke the atmosphere.

Sakazuki didn't say anything, he just took the notice from Borsalino and started reading it himself.

They were both troublemakers among the new recruits, but they unexpectedly got along well; otherwise, they wouldn't have been put in the same dormitory.

According to the schedule, the new recruits assembled on the training ground on time.

Zephyr's transfer to the position of instructor was also a sudden event for the Navy. Among the first batch of trainees, there were no officers who had been specially sent for further training. They were all outstanding talents discovered from all over the world during the previous recruitment.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the Navy, but what awaits you here is the most brutal training!"

I don't care what your previous status was, here you are all new recruits! What you knew before is just child's play to me!

I will train you in the strictest way possible, and some unpleasant things may happen in the process.

Don't worry, even if you accidentally lose an arm or both legs, there are now ways to remedy the situation.

Zephyr pointed to the Den Den Mushi projected to the side, where a surgery on a wounded soldier was underway.

"It's much better for you to be injured on the training field than to die on the battlefield. I don't want to see your names on a tombstone one day in the future!"

If there are no problems, training will begin now!

"Instructor Zephyr, I have a question. I heard that you were transferred from an active-duty general to an instructor due to health reasons, is that true?"

"That's right, it's for personal reasons."

"Then how can you guarantee that you still have the ability to do what you just said?"

The ocean environment has a significant impact on the transmission of information. Not only are newly-set pirates ignorant of their own limitations, but also newly-joined marines are also prone to overconfidence.

Before encountering top-tier combat power, they had no idea how much of a gap existed between themselves and the strong. Borsalino, who was speaking at this moment, was a prime example.

The Borsalino of today is not yet the ambivalent Admiral Kizaru, whose attitude towards many things makes him seem like a spy; he is a young and impetuous recruit.

Before deciding to join the Navy, he had not encountered any rivals. Even the local Navy branch praised his abilities, which made him somewhat skeptical of Zephyr's words.

"Then how do you want me to prove it?"

Zefa's lips curled up; this kind of troublemaker was exactly what he needed.

This is an army, and an army with extraordinary power. No amount of words can compare to seeing the results with our actions.

If no one responds, Zephyr will have to provoke them a little more.

Just then, someone gave him this opportunity. In the training ground of the recruit camp, a golden flash appeared in mid-air, but the light did not last long.

"Boltarino, you value Devil Fruit abilities too much."

Zeff's arms turned black, and Zeff blocked Borsalino's attacks several times with his arms before delivering a powerful punch that left Borsalino unable to straighten up.

"A Logia-type Devil Fruit, the Glint-Glint Fruit? Not bad, but one ability isn't enough for you to act recklessly. If you're always this careless, people will die."

At his peak, Zeff could easily have taken down the fledgling Borsalino. Although they were called monster rookies, Zeff was a monster who had already grown up.

Strength is like a mountain; everyone has their own peak, but as time goes by, people always have to descend the mountain.

However, Borusalino was still on his way up the mountain and was still a long way from the summit.

"It seems everyone is fine. So, let's begin the training!"

While Zephyr was training students, Oran also welcomed his first batch of naval apprentices, outstanding military doctors from various branches.

"Dr. Sidier, could you please tell me about this neuronal connection?"

"Dr. Sidier! What else should we be aware of when connecting the bones?"

From now on, except for specially customized cases, Oran will not make a special trip to the Navy Headquarters to perform surgery on people. These military doctors are already experts, and it is not complicated for them to learn how to install prosthetic bodies.

The installation instructions have been given to them, and the practice dummies have been made. All they need to do is practice a few more times, and they will naturally master the relevant techniques.

Having been paid to do his job, Oran provided detailed answers to most of the questions raised by the military doctors.

The exceptions were the truly incompetent ones; a small group of students whom Oran deemed unsuitable for learning prosthetic surgery were removed from the training program to save time.

"Dr. Oran, thank you for your help. I never thought I would be able to stand up again."

Oran performed more than one surgery here, demonstrating almost all common prosthetic replacements, and the soldier in front of him had his spine replaced.

"Yes, Doctor, these legs look just like the real ones, it's like my old legs have come back."

They knew this was an agreement reached between headquarters and Oran, but they were still grateful to Oran. Besides, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't get hurt in the future, and building a good relationship with such a doctor would definitely not do them any harm.

Oran then stayed at the Navy Headquarters for two more days, observing the recovery of the wounded soldiers and providing further guidance to the medical personnel who were studying there. After all this was over, it was time for Oran to return home.

However, Oran did not return directly to Bean Island. Instead, he had the Navy send him to the Sabaody Archipelago. Now that he was there, he planned to visit Fishman Island on the way.

(End of this chapter)