From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

The sound had just reached Diarmait's ears, and before he could react, Zefa's fist was already on his chest.

The next moment, a huge force directly broke through Diarmait's body. He was unable to resist this force at all. His feet loosened and he could not hold on to the ground. His figure was like a cannonball and was directly knocked out by Zefa's punch.

It crashed heavily into the stone pier in the harbor behind it.

Zefa held back on this punch, otherwise Diarmuid would have been blown to pieces.

However, what Zefa did not expect was that in just a moment, Diarmuid had already climbed up from the ground and attacked him again!

"Kill the tiger!" Diarmait roared, raised his hand and slashed with his sword.

Although it was called out the name of a move, in fact, this knife was just an ordinary slash.

Still no harm was caused to Zefa. Zefa just casually raised his arm, grabbed the sharp blade with a slap, and stopped Diarmait's attack.

At the same time, he also observed Diarmuid's situation.

Although he held back in that punch just now, it was enough to make Diarmait lose his fighting ability. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. Blood is flowing from the corner of Diarmait's mouth, his chest is slightly collapsed after being hit, and there are some blood residues in his nose. This kid is indeed injured, and the injury is serious.

Originally, Zefa thought that he would ask the medical department to treat him later. This attack was not just to injure him, but also to measure his physical condition and ability to withstand beatings.

It is also a part of the assessment.

But unexpectedly, despite this injury, he could still fight back so decisively, as if he was not the one injured!

"You have a very strong willpower, kid. Can you overcome the instinctive reaction caused by pain? Ordinary veterans can't do it." Zefa said in an admiring tone.

Overcoming pain reactions is indeed a skill, and the more powerful masters will have made some achievements in this area.

However, Zefa didn't know that Diarmuid didn't overcome his pain reaction, but that he didn't have such a reaction at all.

As long as he wanted to, he couldn't feel pain.

Before Diarmuid could respond, Zephyr supported him and said with satisfaction, "Very good, you have passed. Come back to the Marine Headquarters with me. That is where people like you should display their talents!"

Only then did Diarmait smile. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Thank you, General Zephyr!"

"Hahahaha, I hope you don't blame me for being too heavy-handed." Zefa laughed.

Seeing this, General Zhan Guo said, "In that case, Colonel Milde will be responsible for reporting the handover procedures back to headquarters. We will not be staying here any longer. Colonel Diarmuid, you have been drafted into the Navy Headquarters. Please come with us for the time being. We have a medic on board, and your injuries will heal quickly."

The Warring States general acted decisively and made all decisions directly.

Colonel Milder had no right to make any suggestions, so he could only accept the order quickly.

As for Diarmait, he had long wanted to go to Marineford for further studies, so naturally he had no attachment to this place.

Even though he has been here for seven years.

Soon, Admiral Sengoku and Admiral Zephyr brought Diarmuid aboard the giant warship of the Navy Headquarters.

This was also Diarmait's first time boarding a ship of this size.

However, before he could observe and appreciate it, he was taken away by the medical staff for treatment.

On the deck, Zefa was chewing a cigar, feeling the sea breeze, and watching the North Sea 113th Naval Branch gradually disappear from his sight. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, the general of the Warring States Period who had arranged the warship's route came over and asked, "How's that kid?"

"Don't say you can't see it." Zefa said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, it seems you are very satisfied?" The Warring States general also laughed.

"Well, whether a person can become strong is actually most related to his character. That kid is quite talented, right? It's just that his talent has not been properly explored over the years. But that doesn't matter. He is only nineteen years old and still young. He has plenty of time to do these things... What I am most optimistic about is his character. Maybe he is still confused about justice, but when it comes to fighting, he is not confused at all. He is a decisive guy. I will teach him to become stronger... and become the pride of our navy." Zefa said softly.

After a brief pause, Zefa did not talk about this matter again with Zhan Guo.

After all, Diarmait is just a kid with some qualifications and talents, who is slightly favored.

It won't take up too much of the two admirals' time.

"So how's things going on your side? Have you found any information about that bastard?" Zefa asked.

"Well, we just received news from our headquarters that it's on Mignon Island and we're heading there..." General Warring States nodded.

Then, his tone seemed a little unhappy, and he shook his head and complained: "That guy Shiqi, why did he come to the North Sea instead of staying in the New World?"

That’s right, the reason why the Warring States general appeared in the North Sea this time was not to meet Diarmait. To be honest, Diarmait was not worthy of such treatment.

The reason why General Sengoku came to the North Sea was because there was intelligence that the great pirate, Golden Lion Shiki, had recently appeared in the North Sea.

And Zefa came to the North Sea in person this time, actually, he also came for Shiji. After all, Shiji is not so easy to deal with. With two people, the chance of success is higher. By the way... he just wants to see what the situation is with Diarmait.

"Come to think of it, you've already retreated to the second line, so there's no need for you to get involved, right?" Zhan Guo suddenly asked.

"Hahahaha, I just came here to see if there are any good seedlings, and to keep things under control for you." Zefa said with a big laugh.

If it is said that Garp has always been targeting that bastard Roger.

Even though Sengoku and Shiki have many stories that must be told...

In short, they are old rivals!

Chapter 5: Warring States General: I am the father of the Celestial Dragons!

The reason why the navy has been able to dominate the sea for so many years is that they have a complete and systematic military system.

The medical system is also very developed.

A simple comparison between the navy and pirates will reveal the meaning contained therein.

As rivals of the same era, in his old age, Whitebeard was sick and had to hang an IV drip to maintain his life. A ship's rudder was stuck in the head of the Golden Lion and could not be removed for more than 20 years. What about the navy?

This guy, Garp, eats senbei donuts every day and is not afraid of getting the three highs.

Zhan Guo even had the leisure to raise a goat. Neither of them seemed to have any problems, let alone need to take medicine.

In other words, Zefa was a bit unlucky. He suffered from asthma and lost one of his arms, so his strength seemed to have declined significantly.

But looking at it from another perspective, when he was still in the navy and his arm was broken, the navy had to research a powered robotic arm to install for him.

This "after-sales" maintenance and retirement life care are so much higher than those of Pirates that even Golden Lion would be envious to death.

At this time, Diarmuid enjoyed this treatment.

I have to say that this warship is worthy of being the admiral's vehicle. The configuration is quite high. The medical soldier is directly a user of the healing devil fruit ability. After a few operations, Diarmuid is almost healed.

All that's left is to rest for two days and you will be fully recovered.

Lying on the hospital bed, Diarmait still found it a little unbelievable.

Things went too smoothly. This test was too casual. Before he could even react, he had already passed it?

Thinking of this, he looked at the sword placed beside the bed.

In order to improve his strength as much as possible, he specially went to find this famous sword with the 21st level of craftsmanship, but in the end, it was not of much practical use.

He also offended the Don Quixote family for no reason.

However, Diarmait had no regrets. Being fully prepared before things happened had always been one of his creeds.

He had not known how the assessment of the officers' training camp would be conducted before this, so it was normal for him to make some arrangements before the test.

As for that guy Doflamingo, it doesn’t matter. If you have the guts, why not come to Marineford and cause trouble for him?

Finally, even though he did not have the same obsession with kendo as other swordsmen, it was still very good to have a famous sword ranked among the twenty-first.

It’s never a loss!

Just as Diarmait was thinking about these miscellaneous things.

The door of his ward was quietly pushed open a crack. After hearing the noise, Diarmuid thought that one of the two big guys, Zefa or Zhan Guo, had come, so he quickly cheered up and even prepared to get out of bed to signal.

In fact, Diarmuid is quite realistic in his positioning of himself.

He would not think that he was superior to these natives just because he traveled through time, and would not have an inexplicable sense of arrogance.

You should do things according to your level and ability.

If he is the strongest in the world now, then he naturally doesn't have to think so much. He can just lie here and wait for others to greet him.

But he is not, so when facing a stronger person, giving respect and attention to the strong is what you should do. What's more, maybe the person you are facing is your top boss for a long time in the future?

But just as he was about to get up from the bed, a head popped out from the crack in the door. It was a little blond kid.

This made Diarmait a little confused. The two of them stared at each other for a while from a distance.

Then, the kid seemed a little shy and squeezed in from outside the door reluctantly.

"Who are you?" Diarmait asked curiously.

His tone was relatively gentle. After all, he wasn't sure about the identity of this kid. Could he be the illegitimate son of some great noble or Warring States or Zefa?

The little devil looked very shy and did not speak. Instead, he walked to Diarmait's bed, stretched out his hands somewhat embarrassedly, and held a big red apple.

It looked like he was signaling Diarmait to accept it.

Diarmait was even more confused. What the hell are you doing?

But after thinking about it, he reached out and took the apple, saying softly, "Thank you."

Only then did the kid seem relieved and a smile appeared on his face.

Diarmait took the apple and looked at the little boy. Seeing the boy's expectant face, he finally shook his head helplessly and took a bite.

After all, there are two generals in charge of the warship here, so there shouldn't be any danger, right?

As he took a bite of the apple, the little boy finally spoke: "Rosinante..."

"Rosinante?" Diarmait repeated, a little unresponsive.

"Um...Rosinante...my name." The kid nodded and said a little embarrassedly.

"Oh, so my name is Diarmait..." Diarmait said.

But before he could finish his words, he froze.

Ok?

Rossinandi???

Aren't you Doflamingo's younger brother?

I really have a connection with your Don Quixote family...

At this time, Diarmait had roughly guessed what was going on.

The original impression was that Rosinante became the adopted son of a Warring States general at a very young age, then joined the navy, later became a colonel officer in the navy headquarters, and finally chose to become an undercover agent and returned to the Don Quixote family.