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

Zephyr waved his hand:

"You two bastards, get to the training ground now! Run 2000 laps around Marineford with 2000 kilograms of weight! If you don't finish, neither of you will get any sleep tonight!"

"Yes, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

Kane, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, kowtowed deeply again with a face full of gratitude, then grabbed Kuzan, who was still in a daze of being moved, and rushed out of the office.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Zefa rubbed his temples wearily, but a barely perceptible smile curved his lips.

"This batch of newcomers... is really a headache. But... they're not bad."

……

Five o'clock in the morning, Marineford training ground.

The moonlight was cold and clear, and the sea breeze was biting.

Two figures, carrying specially made iron blocks as large as small mountains on their backs, trudged along the track with difficulty.

With each step, a heavy thud could be heard.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

Kuzan felt like his lungs were about to explode.

The aftereffects of the alcohol, combined with the terrifying weight of 2000 kilograms, made every step he took feel like torture.

"Kane... I'm sorry... I dragged you into this..." Kuzan apologized breathlessly as he ran, his eyes filled with guilt.

Kane, who was running ahead of him, was also drenched in sweat, but his eyes were determined.

"Stop talking nonsense! Kuzan! Save your energy for running! This is the price of growing up!"

However, a frantic roar was raging inside:

"System! Give me some points! All in! I want to be a macho man!"

[Instruction received. Disciplinary points being converted...]

[Physical enhancement begins!]

[Physical Strength 55 → 56... Consumed 700 points.]

[Physical Strength 60 → 61... Consumed 1200 points.]

boom!

As the disciplinary points were depleted like water, a scalding heat suddenly appeared in his body and limbs.

The muscle fibers that were originally sore were instantly reorganized and strengthened under the nourishment of this energy.

The heavy lead weight suddenly became light.

The thrill of pushing his limits almost made Kane groan out loud.

Cool!

Is this the joy of cheating?!

Others get more tired the more they run, but I get stronger the more I run!

Current physical condition: 65 (human limit)

[Warning: You must master Armament Haki to break through physical barriers before you can add more points.]

[Entry requirement for a powerful start: 100000 disciplinary points.]

[Disciplinary Value Balance: 36692]

One hundred thousand?

Kane clicked his tongue, looking at the remaining balance, his eyes becoming even more dangerous.

It seems this level isn't enough...

We need to do something bigger!

Just then, a "thump" sound came from behind.

Kuzan finally reached his limit, his eyes rolled back, and he crashed straight onto the track, unconscious.

"Kuzan!"

Kane stopped in his tracks.

He glanced at the figure watching them intently from the window of the distant office building, and a barely perceptible smile curved his lips.

If it's acting, then you have to go all the way.

“Since we’ve said we’d bear everything…” Kane gritted his teeth, letting out a beast-like growl, “then we’ll see it through to the end!”

He walked over to Kuzan, grabbed the two-meter-tall giant with one hand, and hoisted him, lead weight, onto his shoulder!

A full four tons! That's the weight of an adult!

Zefa, watching this scene from afar, held his teacup in mid-air, not putting it down for a long time.

"boom!"

Kane bent his knees slightly, the ground cracked, and carrying the weight of two people on his back, he took another step!

And the speed... is even faster than before!

Kuzan, who was unconscious, vaguely regained consciousness amidst the jolts.

He felt himself lying on a broad, warm back, with Kane's heavy but powerful heartbeat in his ears.

“Kay… En…”

"Shut up and keep sleeping." Kane breathed heavily, his voice hoarse but strong. "I'll run the rest of the way for you."

Kuzan's eyes welled up with tears.

He stared at the swaying ground before him, the words Kane had spoken that evening echoing in his mind, along with the image of Kane running desperately for him.

Is this justice?

Whether it's going to a place like that, being punished for your teammates, or running all night...

It was very exciting and very touching.

but……

I'm so tired...

Kuzan slowly closed his eyes, and before completely losing consciousness, he uttered a whisper from the depths of his soul:

"Justice...it's such a hassle..."

Chapter 8: 50 Disciplinary Points for One Punch? Don't Leave!

At 7 a.m. in Marineford, the sea fog had not yet dissipated.

Kane and Kuzan lay in bed for less than ten minutes.

"Beep—!!!"

Zefa's shrill assembly whistle rang out, instantly shattering the tranquility of the dormitory building.

"Everyone assemble! Anyone who's late will have to do ten times the extra training!"

Zefa's roar echoed down the corridor.

"Ugh..." Kuzan struggled to get up, instinctively grabbing the navy vest on the headboard, exuding a decadent aura as if he had been ravaged by life.

On the other hand, let's look at the other side.

Kane slowly straightened his collar. Although his blond hair looked a little messy and his clothes were covered with sweat and dust from the previous night, his bright blue eyes were unusually excited.

How could I not be excited?

That physical enhancement came at the cost of over ten thousand disciplinary points! Now, he felt terrifyingly strong.

“Kane… Kane…” Kuzan, with huge dark circles under his eyes, looked at his energetic roommate in shock. “You…aren’t you tired? You carried me for the last fifty laps!”

"tired?"

Kane turned around, facing the rising sun outside the window, and flashed his signature smile.

"This is youth! Kuzan!"

"My body may tire, but as long as I think of the justice we uphold, my spirit is filled with boundless strength!"

[Ding! Host's words have been detected as extremely hypocritical, causing Kuzan mild physical discomfort. Disciplinary value +20 points!]

Hearing the pleasant system notification, Kane's smile became even more genuine.

Kuzan paused, a surge of admiration and shame welling up within him.

'Is this the difference in awareness...' He gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up despite his aching body.

……

Five minutes later, at the training ground.

The students in the elite class lined up.

Although they're considered elites, most of them have dark circles under their eyes. Zefa's roaring last night was so loud that no one in the entire dorm area slept well.

Zeffa stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, sweeping across the faces of the crowd before finally settling on Kane.

To be honest, Zefa didn't sleep at all last night.

He stood by the office window all night.

He witnessed firsthand how Kane shuffled the last hundred laps step by step, and how he carried the unconscious Kuzan back to the dormitory.

Such perseverance, such physique.

Zefa was actually satisfied, even amazed.

But this kid really deserves a beating.

"No physical training today."

Zefa's gruff voice cut through the sea breeze, "As elites, physical strength alone is not enough! Today we'll have a real combat sparring session! There are no rules or restrictions, it continues until one side is rendered unable to fight or concedes defeat!"