One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

A seemingly ordinary bowl of fried rice is ready, and its rich aroma is irresistibly spreading.

"smell good!"

Everyone present twitched their noses, instantly whetting their appetites.

No matter how proud Sanji was, he had to admit, with a heavy heart, that the boy in front of him was far superior to him in cooking.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Before Yang Ming could stop him, Garp unceremoniously scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and put it in his mouth.

At this moment, Garp's astonishment was no less than that of Zeff and Sanji.

You're telling me this cooking technique was learned from a warship's kitchen?

This is outrageous!

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of clothes tearing, Garp felt his entire soul begin to ascend.

The egg mixture evenly coats each plump grain of rice, allowing each grain to fully absorb the essence of the egg. With each bite, the aroma of ham and scallions continuously stimulates the taste buds.

It was just an ordinary home-cooked dish, but Yang Ming managed to turn it into a five-star dish.

"What delicious fried rice!"

Karp put down his spoon and belatedly felt a chill on his upper body.

Yang Ming watched as Karp frantically picked up the shattered clothes scattered on the ground, feeling utterly speechless.

In Food Wars!, the food causes your clothes to burst after you eat it; I never thought this would be passed down here.

Yang Ming secretly guessed that this might be due to the cooking skills he had in mind, which were called "commoner's cuisine".

After a brief hiccup, Yang Ming was finally able to calmly enjoy the food at the seaside restaurant.

Black pepper pan-fried steak, charcoal-grilled lamb, seafood risotto, cheesy baked lobster, and cream pudding—each dish embodies the chef's focus and culinary skills, bringing out the unique flavors of the ingredients and creating an unforgettable taste.

Zeff truly lived up to his reputation as a renowned chef on the Grand Line; the dishes he personally prepared were a real treat for Yang Ming.

What surprised Yang Ming even more was that these carefully cooked dishes, after being absorbed by the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, generated even more Qi than ordinary dishes.

"Does that mean the better you eat, the stronger you become?"

Yang Ming muttered to himself.

"Looks like I'll have to find a chef in the future."

"Of course, old men and brats are an exception; it's best to find a pleasing-looking cook."

After a hearty meal, Yang Ming embarked on his voyage once again.

This time, the warships did not linger in the East China Sea and sped back to the Great Sea Route.

After Garp took Yang Ming away from the East Blue, the pirates who had been suffocating under the pressure of the naval hero immediately rejoiced. Xingqing, that great plague, was finally gone, and they all came out of their hiding places.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Ming stood on the bow of the dog-headed boat, gazing at a huge building in the distance.

The island is surrounded by tall white walls, with thousands of naval soldiers and hundreds of cannons stationed on the walls. Inside the four walls is a huge cylindrical fortress, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. At the very top is a Japanese-style building, which is the highest command post of the naval headquarters, also known as the office of the Sengoku Fleet Admiral.

At the top of the flagpole, a naval flag fluttered in the wind, depicting a seagull carrying a scale in its beak, with the word "Navy" below.

At the dock, a group of naval officers and soldiers stood side by side.

As the warship approached the dock, a group of naval officers and soldiers stood in formation and saluted.

Yang Ming followed Garp into the Marine Headquarters. Along the way, people came and went, all hurrying about and busy with their own tasks.

Garp walked straight toward Fleet Admiral Sengoku's office, much to the surprise of the surrounding naval officers and soldiers, who secretly observed the young man beside the naval hero, wondering what his identity was.

Garp flung open the office door and sat down casually opposite Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

"Warring States Period, I want to ask you for a favor."

The Warring States marshal was dressed in marshal's uniform, with a series of medals on his left breast, highlighting his past achievements. Only the seagull on his hat spoiled his dignified image.

"Garp." Fleet Admiral Sengoku took off his round mirror and wiped it, saying with a hint of exasperation, "How many times have I told you to knock before entering the office!"

Garp crossed his legs and even had time to pick his nose.

The Warring States Marshal knew his old friend's temperament and didn't pay much attention. His gaze fell on Yang Ming, and the resourceful Marshal quickly understood what Garp wanted, saying:

"You want this child to go to the Naval Academy?"

"However, most students who enter the Naval Academy are already teenagers, and he is far too young."

"However, since you asked me to do this, I'll give this kid a chance."

"Tomorrow is the first day of the Naval Academy. If he can defeat any one of the cadets, I will make an exception and allow him to enter the Naval Academy."

Chapter 11 The weak have no rights and no choice.

Spring of the year 1511 in the Haiyuan calendar.

This year is destined to be recorded in the history of the Navy's development.

On the huge drill ground specially designated by the Navy Headquarters, hundreds of naval cadets were running around the drill ground.

A middle-aged, burly man with purple hair led the way, occasionally glancing back at the group of students and roaring loudly:

"Did you guys skip breakfast? You're running so weakly, why aren't you catching up?"

After saying that, the purple-haired middle-aged man suddenly accelerated.

The middle-aged, muscular man wore a navy cloak over his shoulders and was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique. Having fought in hundreds of battles, large and small, his body bore many scars from healed wounds, which added to his imposing appearance.

Admiral Zephyr, the Black Arm.

Twenty-three years ago, after his family was killed in a pirate attack, Zephyr retired to a less active role and became the head instructor of the naval academy, responsible for training the new generation of naval personnel.

After running 42 kilometers, Zefa remained calm and composed, while the naval cadets behind him were exhausted.

Apart from a few naval cadets who were able to maintain even breathing without much effort, most of them were panting heavily with their hands on their knees.

Running at a pace of 4 minutes per kilometer is a double test of physical fitness and endurance for any naval cadet.

The trainees felt their heart rate soar, their hearts pounding wildly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans poured down their faces.

Zefa glanced around, lingering for a few seconds on those outstanding students.

"Smoker, Tina, Drake, Dadi Masdason, Jonathan."

"It seems that these are the promising talents among this year's freshmen; the others are still lacking."

Just as Zephyr was about to start the next phase of his teaching, he caught a glimpse of Fleet Admiral Sengoku arriving with Garp.

Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr were all students in the same year at the Naval Academy and comrades-in-arms who fought side by side on the battlefield. Zephyr quickly put down what he was doing and walked forward to meet them.

"What wind blew you two VIPs here today?"

Garp pretended not to hear Zeff's barbed teasing; these old friends were used to roasting each other and didn't take it to heart.

Karp pushed Yang Ming forward and said:

"Zeffa, today I want to recommend my disciple for admission to the Naval Academy."

Upon hearing this, Zefa frowned.

"Isn't this against the rules?"

“The naval academy has a limited number of students it can recruit each year. This year’s quota has already been used up. Moreover, this child is too young. Even if he gets into the naval academy, he probably won’t be able to endure the hardships of training.”

Zefa shook his head repeatedly, his attitude clear.

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

At this moment, the Warring States Marshal spoke:

“Zefa, sometimes you’re too inflexible and don’t know how to be flexible.”

“I understand your difficulties, so I have decided to let Yang Ming challenge a cadet. If he can defeat his opponent, I will exercise my authority as Marshal to allow him to enter the Naval Academy without any special privileges.”

Zefa's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

If it were just Garp alone, Zephyr could refuse.

If Garp disagrees, he's willing to fight Garp.

But with the addition of Fleet Admiral Sengoku's words, Zephyr also understood Garp's determination.

Zephyr glanced at Yang Ming meaningfully. Seeing his black hair and black eyes, and his sharply defined facial features, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he were seeing Garp in his youth.

"Could that old bastard Garp be some kind of illegitimate child born from somewhere?"

Zefa secretly wondered what was going on, and he became increasingly convinced that this was the truth.

There's nothing we can do about it; Dragon and Garp are just not alike at all.

Zephyr took a deep breath, raised a finger, and said in a deep voice:

"I agree to this in principle, but I have one condition: I must designate the student that Yang Ming will challenge."

Marshal Sengoku raised an eyebrow. He had worked with Zephyr for many years and knew that Zephyr was being stubborn and would probably choose a strong student to defeat Yang Ming, thus making Garp back down.

In this way, Zefa was able to uphold his principles while saving face for both of them, leaving only Yang Ming to suffer.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku glanced at Garp subconsciously, and seeing that Garp hadn't refused but instead looked confident, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could it be that this child has something special about him?"

Marshal Sengoku knew that Garp never did anything he wasn't sure of.

Now, even the Warring States Marshal couldn't help but feel a bit more excited about this battle.

Zefa led Yang Ming to the front of this year's students, looked around, and loudly proclaimed:

"You little rascals, you all heard it just now. This kid next to me is going to challenge one of you!"

"He's just a child, at least seven years younger than you. If he wins, you will become a disgrace to all naval cadets!"

"I ask you, do you want to become this disgrace?"

Zefa's words immediately stirred up a huge wave of discussion.