From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

At this time, the Changzen Mikoto in front of Diarmuid was also a famous sword ranked among the twenty-one great swords.

The scabbard is dark in color with faint patterns appearing on it. The bite of the handle is shaped like a tiger's mouth. The handle is wrapped and woven with black rope, interspersed with some dark red stripes.

Before being unsheathed, the knife generally looks very low-key and unobtrusive.

Diarmuid took the long sword, grasped the scabbard and the handle, and slowly pulled them apart with both hands. The blade wrapped in the scabbard gradually revealed its sharpness.

Only two fingers' width out of the sheath, Diarmuid could already feel the sharp aura. The blade emitted a faint blue light, and its aura was extremely cold and sharp.

A smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Without any pause in his hands, he suddenly pulled the Nagasomi Kotetsu out of the scabbard, revealing its true appearance.

The blade has a dark blue body and progressively increasing layers of Shun-shaped blade patterns. When held in the hand, it feels just the right weight and length.

When you first look at this knife, it's like seeing a mountain stream, gurgling and very quiet.

But after holding it in the hand, the feeling is completely different, as if you are holding a ferocious tiger in your hand, and you can bite people with one slash!

As a swordsman... well, I could call myself a swordsman, right? Even if I wasn't very good.

In short, after pulling out the knife, Diarmait no longer doubted its authenticity.

This must be Chozen Mikoto, one of the twenty-one craftsmen of Daiyewu!

It's intuition!

It is completely different from the ordinary sword he wore before. This feeling can be clearly felt just by holding this sword!

"What a good sword! It's worthy of being ranked among the twenty-first famous swords in the world. With this Chang Zeng Mi Hu Che in hand, I am more confident in this officer training camp assessment." Diarmait said with a glint of excitement in his eyes and a very happy tone.

"Colonel, you are so powerful that you will definitely pass the assessment and be promoted to Marineford." The lieutenant commander also quickly flattered him.

Diarmait is not a native of this world. More than ten years ago, his soul traveled to this world and became what he is now.

He was born in the North Sea, a commoner, his full name was Rodriguez Diarmait.

He is nineteen years old this year. Seven years ago, he was alone and couldn't make it any further, so he gritted his teeth and joined the navy. He started as a lowly errand boy in the 113th Naval Branch of the Naval Headquarters stationed in Beihai.

Sweeping garbage, mopping the deck, anyway, he had to do all the lowly jobs while sailing on the sea.

Over the past seven years, he has climbed up step by step and now has become the second-in-command and deputy commander of the 113th Branch of the North Sea Navy.

His military rank also became colonel.

Of course, he is at the branch colonel level.

All in all, he had suffered a lot and taken many risks in the past seven years. It was inevitable and a bit of luck that he was able to reach the position of colonel in the naval branch.

Diarmait knew how cruel this world was and had indeed experienced it.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to his own strength.

But it was of no use. He didn't have a good background, no famous teachers to guide him, and no one to teach him by example, so he could only work hard.

For the past seven years, he has wanted to find a devil fruit to eat, but as a treasure of the sea, the devil fruit is not something that can be found easily.

He worked in the navy from the age of twelve to nineteen, and he still had never seen what a real devil fruit looked like.

I originally thought that after joining the navy, I would be able to practice the Six Styles of the Navy.

In the end, it's all in vain.

The Six Naval Styles may seem to be very common, but in fact, there is still a certain threshold. The navy of the four sea branches is not qualified to learn the Six Naval Styles at all.

Only the naval branches within the Grand Line have this qualification, and of course, the Naval Headquarters. Marineford, needless to say, definitely has it.

Therefore, even after so many years in the navy, Diarmait was unable to learn any of the six naval styles.

Not to mention high-end stuff like domineering, there is no way he can come into contact with it.

If one had to say what skills he had now, it would be that he had learned some very basic kendo from the branch's kendo instructor.

Therefore, Diarmait could barely call himself a 'swordsman'.

However, as a time traveler, Diarmait is not without advantages. If you say that he has a cheat code, he does have it.

The first golden finger, is it considered a talent?

It was called "Iron Will" and Diarmait had already figured out its effects over the years.

He has a high immunity to pain, injury, fatigue, etc.

Especially when he is in combat, no matter how serious his injuries are, he will hardly feel any pain, and will not lose his will to fight because of the pain.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he is immune to injuries. He will still suffer serious injuries. He will still die if his head falls off, and he will still die if he loses too much blood.

It's just that the willpower or spiritual level makes me immune to this kind of pain.

For example, if the enemy stabs him, he will not feel much pain, will not make unnecessary movements due to the pain, and can quickly counterattack.

However, in Diarmait's opinion, the most powerful aspect of this ability lies not in combat, but in daily training.

Polishing one's own strength is a very boring and tiring task.

But it was precisely because of this iron will that Diarmait never relaxed his practice of swordsmanship for seven years, and his basic skills were very solid.

This, coupled with his resistance to fatigue, helps him continually push his limits at the fastest possible speed.

In short, he has benefited a lot over the years.

Apart from this iron will, his consciousness... or soul, spirit?

In short, there is a black core in his body, and he still hasn't figured out what this black core is.

But thanks to it, Diarmait could clearly feel that his strength would increase extraordinary with each breakthrough in his physical strength and fitness, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Therefore, generally speaking, his strength is not surprising, and even in a sea area like the North Sea, he cannot stand out.

But it's not too bad either. At least it's not far-fetched for him to take the position of colonel in the naval branch.

It's all based on strength.

Regardless of swordsmanship, just relying on ordinary strength, Diarmuid can smash the solid rocks in the naval training ground, which are five meters wide and three or four meters high, into pieces with one punch!

This is the fundamental reason why he was able to secure the position of captain in the naval branch at such a young age of nineteen.

"Thank you for your good wishes." Diarmait said happily.

After a brief pause, he asked again, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No." The lieutenant commander responded quickly.

It's nothing more than killing a group of evil forces at the dock and confiscating their criminal evidence. This is reasonable and logical for the navy. What's the problem with it?

"Very good, let's return to base." Diarmuid nodded.

Soon, the warship of the North Sea 113th Naval Branch left the port and returned to the naval base.

A few days later, on an island in the North Sea, the Don Quixote family’s residence.

Young Doflamingo was not even an adult at this time, he was just a little kid.

He has an extremely bad temper and holds a deep hatred for the world. Now, he has not even learned how to hide this hatred and destructive aura.

Even if they were walking on the road and tripped over a protruding rock, the Don Quixote family would destroy and bomb the entire street to vent their anger.

You can imagine how angry this kid is now.

"The navy took the knife?" Diamandi asked in surprise.

Torrepol nodded and said, "That's right. He's a colonel from the 113th Marine Branch. Dover, should we kill him?"

Doflamingo showed no interest in this at all. He shook his head and said, "No need for that. We'll talk about it later. I heard that several important figures from the Marine Headquarters have arrived in the North Sea... Now is not the right time to start a conflict with the Navy."

It can be seen that even though he has a very bad temper now, he has shown his smart side since he was a child.

It's just a famous sword. Doflamingo won't directly challenge the authority of the navy because of it, especially at this time.

Compared to this, he has more important things to deal with.

"Hasn't Rosinante been found yet?" Doflamingo asked in a deep voice.

His younger brother, Rocinante, ran away from home not long ago... and disappeared!

Doflamingo and his men searched for a long time but couldn't find that guy.

Chapter 3 The arrival of General Zephyr and General Sengoku!

Beihai 113 Naval Branch Port.

Early this morning, the base commander, Colonel Milde, and his men were standing at the port.

As the only two naval captains in the base, Diarmuid was naturally standing here waiting.

They were waiting to greet the important figures from the Navy Headquarters.

Mild is a middle-aged man in his forties with a resolute look, but in fact, he is a bit cunning.

In terms of strength, Diarmuid has surpassed him, but Milder's qualifications are there, so the command of the entire base is still in his hands.

The relationship between the two was pretty good. Milder had been a little wary of Diarmait before, fearing that this guy would seize his power.

However, Mildred later discovered that Diarmait did not care about the power of the 113 branches in the North Sea at all. He seemed to be wholeheartedly wanting to go to the headquarters of the navy.

And this time, it is his chance.

From this perspective, Milder is very supportive of Diarmait. As long as Diarmait can go to Marineford, no one in the North Sea Branch 113 will be able to threaten his power.

"Diarmait, you must perform well this time. You are the youngest and most promising naval captain in our North Sea." Mildred smiled and patted Diarmait's shoulder.

Diarmait also looked at him with a smile and said, "I will work hard to prove myself."

How should I put it? The situation in the North Sea is becoming increasingly deteriorating, or rather, the situation in the entire world is not very good.

The branch navy in the Grand Line and the navy of Marineford may be more principled.

But across the four seas, the navy as a whole is in a state of decadence and corruption.

For example, the Colonel Milde in front of Diarmait, as far as Diarmait knew, had been involved in a lot of corruption and bribery, and had done many dirty things by relying on the power in his hands.

But Diarmait didn't care. After all, he joined the navy not really for justice, but just to live a better life.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, a huge naval warship slowly appeared on the sea level not far away and headed towards the port.

The combat effectiveness of the Navy Headquarters and the Navy Branch is completely different and not on the same level.

Judging from the warships, the warships of the North Sea Naval Branch are not huge. They are about the same size as ordinary armed merchant ships. It is amazing that they can carry 100 naval soldiers.