Chapter 57 The Meaning of Chief
A month flies by quickly.
The newly built teaching building of the training camp.
On the top floor, the kendo club.
boom! !
The two figures passed each other in the training room at extremely fast speeds, like phantoms. They both displayed the "shaving" high-speed movement technique in the Sixth Form of the Navy.
The tip of a wooden sword flew into the air and then fell to the ground.
Huo Shaoshan stared blankly at the broken training wooden sword in his hand, with a wry smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"I lost again, Lieutenant Colonel Gion."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, and looked at the tall figure wearing indigo kendo uniform, his face full of emotion:
"You are truly worthy of being a swordsman genius who was praised highly by both the Warring States General and Teacher Zefa..."
Gion raised his hand to take off his mask and protective gear, put away his wooden sword, his long hair stained with sweat dripping from his cheeks, making him look elegant and refined.
"Colonel Huo Shaoshan, you are flattered." She smiled.
Immediately.
The two walked towards each other, then bowed and saluted at the same time:
"Thanks for the advice."
This is the etiquette of kendo.
Just when the two were about to take a rest, a dull roar came from far away outside the window.
"It starts again..."
Huo Shaoshan smiled bitterly, walked to the window, and looked out the window.
On the school field in the distance, yellow sand is rolling.
A tall figure with his upper body naked, revealing muscles full of knots and scars, was facing the scorching sun, holding a huge black iron chain with both hands, and was dragging a huge abandoned warship forward with difficulty. .
It was noon at the moment, and the sun was scorching so fiercely that the outside world was like a steaming furnace.
The figure's skin was tanned to a healthy and wild bronze color, and sweat continued to slide down the gaps between his angular muscles.
What was extremely terrifying was that every time he took a step forward, he could clearly see the Huoshao Mountain. The ground on the school ground shook slightly, and dust and gravel began to beat.
The heavy warship, which required hundreds of people to drag it into the sea, was dragged by him with his bare hands, sliding forward bit by bit, plowing a shocking groove in the hot earth.
Seen from a distance, the man who is nearly three meters tall looks as small as an ant against the backdrop of the mammoth 20-meter-high warship.
"Lieutenant Colonel Gion...Did Darren train like this when he was in Beihai?"
Huo Shaoshan whispered with a dry throat.
He still remembered the first time he saw Darren training in private... Not only him, but everyone else in the training camp was stunned with fear.
Even the well-informed teacher Zefa looked like he had seen a ghost.
This picture is so shocking no matter how many times I see it...
"No……"
Gion looked at the figure on the school field who exuded a wild aura like a ferocious beast with the same complicated eyes, and shook his head.
"Really?" Huo Shaoshan was stunned and turned to look at Gion.
"Well, when he was in the North Sea, the warships he towed were only half the size of this one."
Huo Shaoshan: "..."
He gulped with a grunt.
"Don't take it too seriously."
Gion saw the stubbornness and bitterness in Huo Shaoshan's eyes, and comforted him:
"That guy is a monster."
Huo Shaoshan sighed and nodded.
Gion took off his indigo kendo uniform, turned around and walked out of the training room, leaving only Huo Shaoshan alone in front of the window.
There was a long silence.
Huo Shaoshan suddenly smiled.
"Lieutenant Colonel Gion, you said you shouldn't take it too seriously...but you obviously care."
He heard the sound of weight training coming from downstairs.
It was clearly Gion who was giving himself additional strength training after finishing his kendo confrontation training.
Taking a deep breath, Huo Shaoshan took out a bandage and wrapped his hands that were full of blisters and blood, picked up a brand new wooden sword, and immersed himself in training again.
Sweat was pouring down, and blood seeped out of the bandages, but he didn't care.
He was completely immersed in the world of kendo, running hard on the road to becoming stronger.
at the same time,
In the fighting training hall,
Kuzan, who was dripping with sweat, looked at the figure on the school field outside the window, smiled and murmured:
"You're so handsome Darren... If that's the case, then I have to work harder..."
He turned his head and looked at Jiaji, who was sitting on the ground not far away with a bruised nose and face, breathing heavily, and said with blood boiling:
"continue!"
Jiaji immediately let out a wail of agony.
You work hard, but please don't drag me along! !
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Not just them,
In different training venues in the training camp such as the Ordnance Training Department and the Physical Training Room,
After hearing the terrifying training noises on the school field,
All the sailors in the training camp worked hard and gritted their teeth to increase the intensity of their training.
That being is obviously already a monster, but he still insists on hellish training day after day, and will not rest even in the storm...
The chief, who was far ahead of them all, was not slacking off, so how could they?
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Chief Instructor's Office.
"Did you hear that, Warring States..."
Zefa looked at Warring States in front of him and couldn't help but have a proud smile on his face.
Warring States "listened" to the movement that he sensed in Se Haki, and his face was filled with emotion.
Not only do they take the lead in terms of strength, but they also inspire their comrades in spirit and will, leading them to the right path and constantly becoming stronger.
Maybe...this is what chief means.
"I really didn't expect that Darren's appearance would change the training camp so much."
The Warring States period was a bit sad.
When Zefa heard this, he seemed to remember something, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He still remembers the chaotic atmosphere during the first training camp.
Sakaski ended the training period early and couldn't wait to go to sea to fight against the pirates, taking away a large number of followers with similar personalities.
And for the rest, well, with Porusalino as their chief, their training intensity is like playing house.
"Perhaps... the results of this training camp will be the best in the past."
Zefa smiled and said:
"By the way, Warring States, you came to my side this time. What's the matter?"
Warring States waved his hands and said:
"Nothing, I just want to care about the members of this training camp..."
He paused and said tentatively:
"What are the results of Darren's recent practice?"
"Not bad. That kid trains hard and has a terrifyingly strong will..."
Zefa replied casually:
"You have also seen the way he practices. He is just like a ferocious beast. He has mastered the armed color Haki a lot, and the intensity of the Haki has also increased to a certain extent... Wait, what do you want to do!?"
Zefa's eyes suddenly became alert and he stared at Warring States with suspicion:
"You guys never care about the training camp... What bad ideas are you planning?"
Having had his thoughts exposed, Warring States had no choice but to smile and coughed twice:
"Ahem...Actually, I came here this time because I have an urgent mission. I want to borrow someone from you."
"Who?" Zefa had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Darren."
"Don't even think about it!"
"..."
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