Transmigrating into One Piece: The Peerless King

"Hey, hey... I said I'm fine! Did you hear me?"

Gary felt utterly helpless listening to Zhao Hai's 'mentally unstable' and clearly incoherent answer.

"Yes, I have!"

"You clearly didn't!"

"really have!"

"..."

A few days later, in the early morning.

Night had not yet fallen, and the crescent moon above the Milky Way was still clearly visible.

But Zhao Hai was dragged out of bed by Gary early on and headed towards the training ground of the Naval Academy.

After the new students have adapted to their new environment, the training of the new generation of naval officers at the Naval Academy has been put on the agenda.

Sure enough, that old man Cha Tun said that the elite class should set a good example, so he called Zhao Hai and the others to the training ground early in the morning.

Upon arriving at the training grounds, Zhao Hai saw Granter, who had been longing for him; Burnham, with his muscular physique; Zepa, with his white hair and carrying two swords; Coby, who had been taken in as an apprentice by Garp; and...

And a whole bunch of Navy A and Navy B whose names I can't even remember.

"That white-haired one is Zepa. I heard he's extremely strong and can consistently rank in the top three of the elite class, and might even be number one."

"And then there's that red-haired Grand. I heard he was specially sent here by higher-ups, and his strength is definitely not to be underestimated!"

"..."

Among the crowd, everyone was talking about the focus of attention in the class, Grant and Zepa.

Although Grand's reputation was greatly damaged by the "Mythical Incident," his strength was undeniable, so he still attracted a lot of attention.

"Oh right, and that guy called Caribbean Sea is pretty strong too. I heard he knocked out his opponent with a single punch during the qualifiers."

Suddenly, a boy in the crowd pointed in the direction where Zhao Hai was standing and said loudly.

"Hmm? Not bad, this kid has some sense, don't you think, Gary?"

When Zhao Hai noticed that someone was paying attention to him, he immediately struck a smug pose, pointed at the boy, patted Gary on the shoulder, and asked.

But Zhao Haigao was only in high spirits for less than three seconds when another boy in the crowd stood up and retorted, "What do you know? The combatants are only at the level of privates, while Granter and Zepa are at least at the level of warrant officers."

"Alright, everyone gather!"

Just as the boy who had started speaking was about to retort, Teacher Chaton's voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"Ok?"

"The person hasn't even arrived, yet the sound is already concentrated and doesn't disperse. A master, definitely a master!"

Upon hearing Cha Tun's words, Zhao Hai immediately looked around, only to find that Cha Tun was several hundred meters away. Moreover, although the voice was not loud, it gave people the illusion that Cha Tun was right next to them.

Zhao Hai immediately thought of a high-end skill from martial arts novels—condensing sound into a line.

Condensing sound into a line concentrates the sound onto a horizontal line, allowing it to travel further and more clearly.

"Hmm? That's a pretty good skill for seeking help in the wilderness," Zhao Hai thought to himself.

Soon, Zhao Hai and the others lined up in formation under Teacher Chatun's orders.

"Not bad!"

Teacher Chaton walked over, looked at the neat line, and nodded with satisfaction.

After looking at Zhao Hai, Zepa, Grant and others in the crowd, he slowly said, "Because you are all the best among the new generation of the Navy, our first lesson today will be about the supreme physical techniques upon which our Navy is based—the Six Styles of the Navy."

"Naval Type 6?"

"Are you kidding me?! Isn't it supposed to be some kind of regular physical training first, and then you can start practicing the Six Forms after you have a certain foundation?"

"Yes! Although we are elite class students, most of us are only at the upper-middle level of sailors!"

"..."

The students were still somewhat taken aback when they heard Teacher Chaton directly instructing them on the training of the Six Styles of the Navy.

"Hmph! What a bunch of fucking trash."

Looking at the noisy students around him, Gulant snorted disdainfully.

Chapter 45 Naval Six Styles

"you……"

Hearing Gurant's deep disdainful snort, the surrounding students felt a surge of anger.

I wanted to refute it, but when the words reached my lips, I found myself unable to say them.

I wanted to explain, but my words were so pale and powerless, so difficult to utter.

Should I admit that I'm a piece of trash?

Seeing that Grant hadn't repented even after being beaten up, Zhao Hai couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It seems Grant hasn't been taught a lesson enough. His arrogance hasn't diminished at all!"

"Should we give him another nudge? But judging from Teacher Chatun's attitude last time, this kid's background isn't simple. Looks like we'll have to try a different approach next time, hahaha..."

Seeing how arrogant and domineering Gurant was, Zhao Hai secretly plotted to 'stand up for the injustice' on behalf of his classmates.

"All right."

Seeing the oppressive atmosphere around them, Teacher Chaton spoke calmly, saying, "The situation on the Grand Line is currently turbulent. Pirates are rising up everywhere, and the Four Emperors of the Pirates are ruling the New World in the latter half of the Grand Line. The homes of people from all countries have been plundered and destroyed like never before."

"Therefore, our Navy Headquarters established an elite class this time with the aim of quickly cultivating a strong reserve force to take up the banner of upholding world justice."

After a pause, Teacher Chaton, seeing that he had stirred up the emotions of the students around him, nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Our elite class is to cultivate strong individuals who can carry the banner of the Navy."

"So I don't care about normal physical training at all. I only teach you physical skills and will assess you every month..."

At this point, Teacher Chatun suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "Survival of the fittest! If you don't pass, there are many hardworking students behind you who will take your place!"

"what?"

"Survival of the fittest!"

"I will definitely work hard, and I will definitely become a future naval officer!"

"..."

Hearing Teacher Chatun's powerful words, the students' emotions were stirred. Some were worried about the assessment, while others were enthusiastic and full of fighting spirit.

"That's right! For the sake of justice on the world continent, I have an unshirkable duty!"

But the voice that suddenly rang out from the crowd made Zhao Hai want to slap the kid who spoke up. "Aren't you trying to steal my lines? Isn't maintaining world peace and saving the world my mission as the protagonist?"

In the spirit of getting along well with his new classmates, and seeing that they were all very enthusiastic, Zhao Hai originally wanted to follow suit and say a few words as well. However, the sudden outburst from this kid stole the show, and he immediately lost interest.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Teacher Chaton continued, "Now we will officially begin our first lesson—Naval Six Styles..."

"The so-called Six Styles of the Navy refers to the body-refining techniques that the naval predecessors explored and summarized through countless trials. Because there are a total of six moves, this body technique is also known as the Six Styles of the Navy."

"The Six Styles of the Navy include Finger Pistol, Iron Body, Shave, Moon Walk, Tempest Kick, and Paper Drawing, which are the development of the physical limits of various parts of the human body."

"Now I'll talk about the training methods for the Navy's Six Styles, which is what you're most interested in!"

"Finger gun: Practice poking pigskin with your fingers, and then gradually increase the thickness."

"Shave: First practice sprinting, then start practicing running backwards, and finally start practicing running in place."

"..."

Teacher Cha Tun launched into a long and eloquent lecture, which captivated all the students, who were completely absorbed in Cha Tun's wonderful lessons. However, this was a real hardship for Zhao Hai, a student who was tired of classes and was a veteran member of the 'school-averse' faction in his original world.

Now, listening to Chaton-sensei talk even more than the teachers in the original world, I instantly feel overwhelmed.

……

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson. If you have any questions, feel free to come to my office and ask me."

After a long time, Teacher Chatun finally finished his lecture, and Zhao Hai recovered from the torture of hell.

"Fortunately, Teacher Chatun uses a free-range teaching style, otherwise, if he had to say a few words every day, I really wouldn't be able to live like this."

Zhao Hai recalled that when Teacher Cha Tun first said that he would only teach physical skills and conduct the assessment, he was secretly glad that he hadn't acted rashly during the selection process and deliberately let the students into some kind of 'regular class'.

If you're unlucky enough to have to deal with a teacher like Chaton-sensei who talks incessantly every day, then you're truly in deep trouble.

Suddenly, just as the students were grasping the lesson, Teacher Chaton added, "By the way, if you have any questions, you can also talk to Grand. He has some understanding of the Six Styles of the Navy."

The reason why Teacher Chaton said this was actually for another purpose, which was to hope that Grand could communicate more with his peers and change his aloof personality. This was also a task that the person above had specifically assigned to him.

"Humph!"

Seeing the envious and jealous looks on the faces of the other students around him, Gurant raised his proud head and let out a cold snort.

"Exchange? Exchange my ass!"

"Yeah! This arrogant guy, Grand, actually dares to talk to us?"

"That's right! Look at his arrogant, idiotic attitude, it makes me want to vomit!"

"..."

Hearing Granter's cold snort, coupled with his earlier label of "trash," the students became enraged and began to criticize Granter. "This..."

Tea-Ton was somewhat embarrassed by Granter's reaction.

The original intention was to encourage Grand to interact more with his peers, but unexpectedly, Grand offended almost all the students in the blink of an eye.

Finally, feeling utterly powerless, Teacher Chaton could only leave silently.

With Cha Tun gone, Granter became even more unrestrained, roaring at the student who had just criticized him: "Trash is trash, what are you talking about? Anyone who doesn't like me, have the guts to settle things with your fists!"

"you……"

Seeing Granter's arrogance, the students dared not speak out, but could only glare angrily at Granter.

"waste!"

Looking at the cowardly appearance of the students around him, Gulant immediately uttered another "trash".

"Hehe... Red-haired rooster-headed guy, if we're talking about trash, in my opinion, among everyone here right now, the most trash is yourself."

Just as Gulant was gloating, Zhao Hai's calm voice rang out.