Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

The entire room fell silent.

The recruits opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a sound.

what is this?

What was just a life-or-death brawl turned into a one-sided massacre in the next second?

"That's... shaving?!"

Zefa abruptly removed his sunglasses, his tiger-like eyes, which had seen countless vicissitudes of life, now filled with disbelief.

He stared intently at Kane, who stood in the center of the field, slowly adjusting his cuffs.

How can it be?

As the head instructor, Zefa knew better than anyone the difficulty of mastering the "Six Styles".

That is a superhuman skill that requires years of honing one's physical abilities and elevating one's physical qualities to an inhuman level to master!

How long have these new recruits been in camp? Only a week!

He only gave a brief demonstration of the principles and power generation techniques in the theory class a few days ago!

Sakazuki and Borsalino, these monsters, could barely manage to execute a couple of moves in practice thanks to their extraordinary talent, but in this high-intensity real combat, they were able to use them so smoothly and precisely?

This is no longer a matter of talent.

This is a monster!

“This kid…” Zephyr’s throat went dry. Looking at the blond boy’s back, his eyes became incredibly complicated. “He always acted so carefree, but he’s been hiding his true abilities all along?”

While Zeff was still in shock, Kane made his move.

He walked with heavy steps toward Sakassky, who was embedded in the wall.

Zefa's nerves suddenly tensed.

This kid was blinded by rage just now, is he going to finish him off?

"Kane! Stop! The battle is over!"

Zefa roared and flashed forward to stop him.

Kane stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at Zephyr rushing towards him with an extremely innocent gaze.

He scratched his head, a signature smile spreading across his face.

"Teacher, why are you so nervous?"

Kane sighed, looking at Sakazuki on the wall, his voice filled with deep self-reproach:

"Sigh, it's all my fault."

He spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.

"Just now, I was a little more serious, thinking that Sakazuki was strong enough to withstand it and then fight me for another three hundred rounds..."

“I never expected…” Kane shook his head, looking utterly disappointed, “he just fainted like that.”

"I really didn't expect... him to be so weak."

"I really went too far. How could I overestimate my classmate's abilities like that?"

puff!

Kuzan, who was standing nearby, almost choked on his own saliva when he heard this.

So fragile?

A little bit more serious?

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Zefa's lips twitched violently.

Looking at Sakazuki's wretched state and then at Kane's "I'm sorry, but I'm really strong" expression, his blood pressure soared.

This kid, even after winning, he still wants to destroy my spirit!

"Alright! Stop with the sarcastic remarks!" Zephyr snapped, annoyed. "Get him to the infirmary right now!"

"Yes, teacher!"

Kane immediately stood at attention and saluted, his attitude impeccable. "To make up for my mistake, I volunteer to carry Sakazuki to the infirmary myself! I want to warm his wounded heart with my own body heat!"

Before Zeff could refuse, Kane rushed forward and pried the unconscious Sakazuki off the wall.

Then, something breathtaking happened.

Normally, when carrying someone on your back, you would place the injured person face down on your back with their head resting on your shoulder.

But Kane refused.

He turned Sakazuki over so that his bruised and swollen face, with blood dripping from his mouth, was facing straight outwards.

"Let's go! Sakazuki, let's go see a doctor!"

Kane strode briskly out of the training field.

But he got "lost".

The way to the infirmary was clearly to the left, but he deliberately went to the right, heading straight for the administrative square, which had the highest foot traffic at headquarters.

At seven o'clock in the morning, it is the peak time for people to go to work at the Navy Headquarters.

"Hey! Isn't this Kane from the elite camp? Starting weight training so early?"

A passing colonel greeted him curiously.

"Reporting, sir!"

Kane stopped, deliberately puffed out his chest, and bounced Sakazuki on his back upwards to make sure the other could see his swollen face.

"This is my best friend Sakazuki! He collapsed from exhaustion due to overtraining!"

"His spirit of continuing to fight even when he faints is so moving! So I carried him around a couple more times to absorb his positive energy!"

"Oh? You're working that hard?"

The colonel looked at Sakazuki's battered face with awe and respect: "Although it looks like he's been beaten up... the training in the elite class is indeed brutal. He's a good prospect!"

Kane smiled broadly, his feet never stopping.

From the administration building to the family quarters, and then to the entrance of the canteen.

Along the way, Kane displayed Sakazuki's miserable state to most of Marineford, as if he were showing off a trophy.

[Ding! Publicly executing a future marshal has caused a negative impact.]

[Disciplinary Value +150!]

[Ding! False advertising has damaged the reputation of fellow students.]

[Disciplinary Value +80!]

Kane grinned from ear to ear as he listened to the pleasant notification sound.

……

An hour later.

Headquarters Medical Office.

The strong smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.

"Uh……"

Sakazuki let out a painful groan.

Consciousness gradually returned.

The last memory is frozen on the moment that damn blond kid disappeared, and the sharp pain in my chest.

We lost?

I actually lost?

A strong sense of humiliation surged through him, and Sakazuki abruptly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly in bed.

"Kane!!!"

The furious roar made the IV stand vibrate loudly.

But he froze after yelling.

The ward was bustling with activity.

Zeffa stood by the window with a dark expression, Borsalino was clipping his nails with his legs crossed, and Kuzan was looking at him with pity.

And right next to the hospital bed.

That blond bastard was holding a bowl of medicine, looking at him with a smirk.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Kane's face, his blond hair dazzlingly bright, and his blue eyes filled with a motherly tenderness.

"Awake?"

Kane picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the unknown liquid, and even thoughtfully blew on it to warm it before handing it to Sakazuki's lips.

"Come on, Sakazuki, it's time for your medicine."

Sakazuki felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively shrank back, aggravating his chest injury and causing him to grimace in pain.

Get away from me! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!

"Don't be so formal. After all, we fought together and have formed a bond."

Kane ignored everything and shoved the spoon directly at Sakazuki's mouth, his tone so sincere it was nauseating:

"I'm so sorry about earlier. You seemed so confident, I thought you had some skills. Who knew you were so easily defeated?"

"Look, this medicine was specially brewed for you. It's good for your brain... oh no, I mean, for your blood."

Sakazuki's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"You...who are you calling fragile?!"