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

"Oh, that's what everyone says."

Kane sighed and said earnestly:

“When I carried you here just now, all the officers who passed by saw you. You were sleeping so peacefully on my back, with blood blisters on your nose. Everyone was moved by the sight of you ‘training so hard that you fainted’.”

"Now the whole of Marineford is talking about your deeds—'Crispy Iron Man' Sakazuki."

The whole... Marineford?

Everyone saw it?

A blood blister was hanging from his nose?

Sakassky felt a "buzz" in his head, and his blood pressure instantly exceeded the critical value.

He's the mighty Sakazuki!

The future pillars of the navy!

Not only was I knocked unconscious by this bastard, but I was also paraded through the streets like a monkey?!

"You...you bastard..."

Sakazuki's finger, which was pointing at Kane, trembled violently, and he couldn't catch his breath.

"puff!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, this tough guy, known for his iron will, rolled his eyes and fell straight back onto the pillow.

She was so angry that she fainted!

[Ding! Verbal provocation caused a fellow student to faint twice, resulting in severe psychological trauma!]

[Disciplinary Value +500!]

"ah!"

Kane exclaimed in surprise, and the spoon in his hand clattered into the bowl.

He turned his head and looked at Zephyr with an innocent expression:

"Zeff! Something's wrong! Sakazuki fainted from excitement! He must have been so happy from feeling the love of his comrades that he was 'starved of oxygen'!"

Zefa took a deep breath.

He glanced at his own iron fist, then at Kane's innocent-looking face.

I've never wanted to kill my student so much in my life.

"roll!!!"

Chapter 11 Slacking off? No, this is called ambiguous justice!

The door to the infirmary slammed shut.

In the corridor, Zefa's chest heaved violently.

Now he regrets it a little. Why was he blinded by that excellent physical test data and brought this troublemaker into the elite camp?

Not only did they knock someone unconscious, they also carried them around and paraded them through the streets as a public spectacle.

Parading them through the streets was bad enough, but they also angered someone who had just woken up, causing them to faint again.

Is this something a human would do?

“Teacher Zephyr…”

Kane stood in the shadows of the corridor, still holding the medicine spoon in his hand, his face full of innocence.

"Sakazuki's psychological defenses are far too weak."

Kane sighed, his tone filled with worry for his comrades' future: "As marines, we'll be facing ruthless pirates in the future. If we can't even handle this little bit of 'care' between comrades, how will we establish ourselves in the New World?"

As he spoke, Kane stepped forward, his eyes sincere:

"Teacher, I have a suggestion, though it may be premature. To enhance students' resilience, I suggest adding a 'Resilience Counseling Course' to the elite camp."

"Although I am very busy with training, I am willing to sacrifice my personal rest time to serve as a lecturer free of charge, specifically responsible for..."

"Shut up!!"

Zephyr's roar interrupted Kane's spellcasting.

"You still want to be an instructor? Do you want to turn all the new recruits into bastards like you?!"

"Everything for justice, teacher!"

"Still talking back?!"

Zefa pointed to the end of the corridor, his fingers trembling.

"Get to the port! Get on my warship! Scrub the deck clean! If it's not clean by dinner time, you can go catch fish in the sea!"

Kane snapped to attention, his heels slamming against the ground with a loud thud.

"Yes! I guarantee I'll complete the task! I will not let my teacher down!"

"roll!!!"

Zefa kicked the air.

Kane seized the opportunity to turn around and slipped away faster than a rabbit.

"Huh...huh..."

Zefa was breathing heavily, feeling that his blood pressure was a bit high.

After calming myself down, I scanned the surroundings.

"Kuzan!"

Kuzan, who was crouching against the wall preparing to sneak up, froze.

"Here, here!"

"You want to stay and keep me company?" Zefa sneered. "Or do you think you didn't run enough with that 2000 kilograms of weight last night?"

"Teacher! I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished my training! I request to go back for extra practice!"

Kuzan's survival instinct kicked in, and he took off running.

Just kidding. If you run into bad luck at this time, you'll be lucky to escape with your life. Warriors like Kane are a minority.

In the blink of an eye, the corridor was empty.

Only at the far end of the bench sat a figure who didn't seem inclined to move.

Borsalino sat with his legs crossed, his brown sunglasses reflecting a cold light, holding nail clippers in his hand.

"Click, click."

Even with Zephyr's rage filling the air, he remained as steady as a mountain, even holding up his repaired finger to admire it under the light.

"Oh~ my nails are a bit stubby~ that looks weird~"

That lazy tone, paired with that smug, lewd expression.

The nameless anger that Zefa had just suppressed suddenly surged up again.

Borsalino.

Zefa walked over with a gloomy face, his tall shadow enveloping the monkey-like youth.

"Click".

Borsalino's hand trembled, and the nail clippers cut his flesh.

"Sigh~"

He gasped, his signature sleazy face turning around. Behind his brown sunglasses, he blinked and pouted, saying:

"Zeff-sensei~ What happened~ You're blocking the light~"

Zefa looked at that face, and his fist hardened.

"You're really bored, aren't you?" Zephyr gritted his teeth. "Your companion is lying in a hospital bed, and you're out there clipping your nails?"

Borsalino tilted his head and shrugged, "But teacher~ I can't help with medical matters either~"

"it can not be helped?"

Zefa revealed a sinister smile.

"Then go do something to help! Kane can't finish cleaning that warship by himself, so go help him! If the two of you aren't done cleaning by dinner, the meat rations for this week are canceled!"

"Eh~?"

Borsalino was stunned.

The nail clippers in my hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

I'm just here to enjoy some food.

"Teacher~ This isn't fair~" Borsalino tried to struggle, "It was that monster Kane who knocked Sakazuki unconscious~ I was just passing by~"

"Don't want to go?" Zephyr sneered, his domineering aura subtly surging. "Then you want to spar with me here?"

Borsalino stood up instantly, moving with the speed of some kind of primate.

"Oh, this is terrifying~ I'm going, okay? Zephyr-sensei is so strict~"

……

The midday sun was blazing.

Zephyr's personal warship is a gigantic vessel, docked in the harbor like a small steel mountain. Its massive, dark deck is so enormous it inspires despair.

Kane stood in the middle of the deck, carrying two buckets, looking up at the scorching sun, then at the tall, thin figure next to him, also carrying a mop and looking like he was wondering, "Who am I? Where am I?"

At this point, Borsalino, while not yet possessing the seasoned, "pay-to-win" mentality of a future admiral, was already showing signs of being a lazy bum.

He wore brown sunglasses, pouted, and sighed as he looked at the massive deck.

"Ugh, what bad luck! I have to do this kind of rough work in the middle of the day."