Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

"Um, Professor Zephyr. We've already learned the Six Powers of the Navy."

The flying squirrel looked at Zephyr with an embarrassed expression.

"I know you know the Six Styles of the Navy. You worked very hard in military school, so it's normal for you to have learned a move or two."

Zephyr patted the flying squirrel on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"But I'm talking about them, these ordinary soldiers."

"The Six Styles of the Navy are very difficult to learn, and even if an ordinary person learns them, they can't teach others. Fortunately, I'm an expert in the Six Styles of the Navy, and I know how to teach others."

Seeing Zephyr's resolute attitude, the flying squirrel hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Zeff, what I mean is, even ordinary soldiers can use the Six Styles of the Navy."

"Hahahaha, flying squirrel, I didn't expect you to have learned to joke around even after leaving military school."

Zefa's hearty laughter echoed on the deck.

"The Six Styles of the Navy are not even known to all the soldiers at headquarters. How could there possibly be any soldiers in the entire sea who know all six styles of the Navy?"

The flying squirrel gritted its teeth and decided to be honest with Zephyr:

"Professor Zephyr, I know you might not believe it, but it's true. If you don't believe me, just ask any soldier to come and demonstrate."

Zefa glanced at the flying squirrel in front of him, but out of trust for his student, he didn't say anything more.

Because he knew the flying squirrel quite well; when they were in military school, the flying squirrel was an obedient and honest navy man.

Under normal circumstances, I would never lie or deceive anyone.

Besides, whether or not one knows the Navy Six Styles can be determined simply by having a soldier demonstrate it.

In that case, Zephyr didn't think the flying squirrel would lie to him.

He casually beckoned to a very young-looking naval soldier and gestured for him to come over.

"Reporting to General Zephyr, Private Hans from Branch 133 reporting for duty!"

Hans straightened his chest and solemnly saluted Zephyr.

Zefa returned the salute and then looked at the soldier in front of him.

"Hmm, your branch leader, Momonga, just said that the soldiers at your base are already proficient in the Navy's Six Styles. Can you do it?"

Hans scratched his head sheepishly:

"The Six Styles of the Navy are so difficult, how could I possibly learn them all?"

Zephyr nodded. Yes, the Six Styles of the Navy are so difficult, how could naval soldiers from all over the world possibly learn them?

Ok?

Wait, he just said he doesn't know it all, meaning he knows the Six Styles of the Navy?

Zefa's eyes widened.

Hans, seemingly oblivious to Zephyr's shocked expression, casually said:

"My talent is quite average; I've only mastered three of the Six Styles of the Navy so far."

The flying squirrel couldn't help but feel proud. Although it was Raleigh's achievement, these excellent soldiers were now all his subordinates.

"Hans, Admiral Zephyr wants to see your Naval Six Styles. Demonstrate it to him."

"Yes, branch leader!"

Hans reacted immediately upon hearing the flying squirrel's voice.

Navy Type 6 - Shave!

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, his figure vanished from the spot.

Zephyr and the flying squirrel turned their gaze to the other end of the deck, where Hans, who had just disappeared, had silently reappeared.

"General Zephyr, Branch Chief, this is the shaving technique under my control."

Then Hans's body seemed to become as soft as paper, writhing in the air.

The soldiers beside him also launched an attack on Hans, but neither swords nor fists could touch him.

"Naval Type 6 - Paper Drawing?"

Zefa murmured to himself.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen the Navy's Six Styles before; on the contrary, the Navy's Six Styles seemed as simple as junior high school math to him.

However, it is quite amazing that a mere elementary school level naval officer like myself could know the Six Styles of the Navy.

Although Hans's version of the Six Styles of the Navy was somewhat less powerful, it was indeed the real Six Styles of the Navy, not a fake one.

Having dodged several attacks, Hans returned to his normal form.

With his feet treading on the air, he floated and walked, quickly landing in front of Zephyr and the flying squirrel.

"Admiral Zephyr, this is the Six Powers of the Navy that I have mastered."

Hans said with an embarrassed look on his face.

In Branch 133, learning only three moves of the Six Styles of the Navy is nothing to be proud of.

Moreover, they arrived relatively early and were among the first to practice the simplified version of the Navy Six Styles.

However, they all agreed that no one was allowed to learn the Iron Block technique before they had mastered the Five Styles.

Although they didn't know why Branch Manager Raleigh set this rule, they still tacitly obeyed it, since it was Branch Manager Raleigh who instructed them to follow it.

"Zeff, how about it? I've already told you everything, haven't I?"

The flying squirrel looked at Zephyr with a proud expression.

Zefa frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"This Naval Type 6 is different from the Naval Type 6 you were taught at the main military academy. I feel it is one-third less powerful."

"But if we want ordinary naval soldiers to learn the Six Styles of the Navy, then the difficulty must have been greatly reduced. Only in this way can soldiers with weaker physiques learn it."

Zephyr stared intently at the flying squirrel as if he had discovered a new continent.

"I know this isn't something you can simplify, but you must tell me who simplified it."

"This person must have a very thorough understanding of the Six Styles of the Navy to be able to reduce the difficulty so much while minimizing the reduction in power."

"The situation in the New World is too chaotic right now. If all the Marines could learn the Six Powers of the Navy, I think it would definitely curb the rampant behavior of the pirates."

Zefa's words left the flying squirrel somewhat bewildered.

Because he knew that, given Raleigh's personality, he definitely wouldn't want to take on such trouble.

Moreover, even if he could hand it over, given Raleigh's personality, he would probably make sure to rip off the Navy.

Seeing the flying squirrel's stammering, Zephyr became somewhat angry:

"Branch Chief No. 133, the Flying Squirrel!"

"arrive!"

The flying squirrel instinctively straightened up and answered loudly.

"Do you know that every day on the Grand Line, Marine soldiers die in battles with pirates? If they had all learned the Six Powers of the Navy, all these sacrifices could have been avoided, you know?!"

"However, because of your hesitation, we may lose such an excellent instructor."

"This is an opportunity to enhance the overall combat power of the navy! Answer me! Can you tell me?!"

Zefa shouted loudly.

He's getting a little angry now.

As a naval admiral, Zephyr devoted almost all his energy to enhancing the overall combat power of the navy and upholding justice.

Every time he saw news of naval casualties, his heart bled. Even a tough man has a soft spot in his heart.

Zephyr's inner softness is that of an ordinary naval soldier.

However, the flying squirrel did have reasons he couldn't say, because he wasn't sure if Raleigh would actually agree to it.

"Professor Zephyr, I need to call him, otherwise I really can't make the decision for him."

The flying squirrel finally gave Zephyr a reason, and he went to the office to call Raleigh.