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

"Seriously? Who is this guy?"

Zefa was very dissatisfied because he believed that hoarding good things was a huge waste.

In particular, it would be a huge waste if we couldn't use things that could enhance the overall strength of the navy.

"Rayle? Didn't that kid Rayle run off to the North Sea to become some kind of admiral?"

"And his brother, Borsalino. The two are practically identical, all they do is slack off all day."

Zephyr, who was muttering to himself, suddenly looked up and stared at the flying squirrel with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey kid, did you and Raleigh just plan how to lie to me? I don't remember having any retired Marines who are proficient in the Six Powers."

"I know every single person in the navy who is proficient in the Six Styles. I would remember them even if we go back twenty or thirty years. But there aren't many naval experts from the East China Sea."

After receiving reassurance from Raleigh, the flying squirrel was no longer worried that Zephyr would see through their deception.

He gave an awkward smile:

"Teacher Zefa, we can't lie to you, no matter who we are. When we were in military school, when did we ever succeed in lying to you? We always ended up being punished by you with extra training, didn't we?"

Zefa laughed heartily:

"That's true. You bunch of greenhorns, you think you can fool me? You're twenty years too early. But I'm really interested in this, so you'd better not let me find out you're lying to me."

"Otherwise, even if you rise to the rank of general, I will still let you know the strength of this old man, Black Arm Zephyr."

The flying squirrel seemed to recall something unpleasant, and its face turned somewhat green.

He suffered a lot back in military school.

Raleigh tried to deceive Zephyr, but Zephyr discovered it and he was implicated.

Raleigh, on the other hand, was trying to escape punishment, and he actually succeeded. Only Raleigh obediently accepted his punishment and was forced to train.

"Alright, now that they've already mastered the Six Styles of the Navy, let me test how much you've improved since leaving the military academy."

"Let's have a fight on that deserted island in the distance, master and disciple."

"it is good."

The flying squirrel also wanted to test its recently increased strength. With Raleigh not around, it was really hard to test how far its strength had progressed.

Whether it's pirates or the navy, the current flying squirrel can handle them with ease.

"We'll go first, the warship can wait here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zefa's figure soared into the sky, using Moonwalk to fly swiftly towards the deserted island.

Seeing this, the flying squirrel called over the messenger and gave him a few instructions before rushing forward in following Zefa's figure.

Step...step...

The air is constantly being trampled by the flying squirrel, creating a reverse airflow that allows it to walk in the air.

Before long, Zephyr appeared, arms crossed, waiting in the same spot.

"You're a bit slow, flying squirrel. I thought your speed would impress me."

"Professor Zephyr, I just finished arranging some things, so I'm a little slow."

The flying squirrel drew the Dojigiri Yasutsuna that Raleigh had given him; the gleaming blade shone coldly in the sunlight.

Zefa's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise:

"Where did you get this sword? It's a very famous Fine Sword, and in my opinion, it's not impossible for it to be upgraded to a Great Sword."

The flying squirrel raised Dojigiri Yasutsuna and said:

"This is a promotion gift that Raleigh gave me before he left, Professor Zephyr."

"Hahaha, is that kid so generous? Giving away such good stuff."

"That's true, that guy doesn't know any swordsmanship at all, keeping him in his hands would just be a waste."

"Flying Squirrel, you have such a fine knife, don't let it go to waste. Try to forge it into a black blade as soon as possible."

Zefa was very happy; there was nothing more gratifying than seeing his students succeed.

"Let this old man test your strength, you flying squirrel."

Navy Type 6 - Shave.

Zephyr suddenly appeared in front of the flying squirrel, covering a distance of several dozen meters in less than half a second.

A massive iron fist, covered in purplish-black Armament Haki, struck the flying squirrel without any fancy moves.

This is the combat characteristic of the older generation of naval leaders.

They don't eat Devil Fruits, they don't possess Conqueror's Haki, all they have are incredibly powerful physical skills and an indestructible Armament Haki.

They practically ingrained Armament Haki into their very bones!

The flying squirrel remained calm and composed. He had long known Zephyr's strength, and his eyes were fixed on Zephyr's every move.

Dojigiri Yasutsuna also slashed at Zephyr, who was rushing towards him.

The iron fist and the sharp knife collided in the air, and the sparks that flew out were exceptionally clear.

"Huh?"

"When did you learn Armament Haki, kid? Judging by your proficiency, you've been using it for quite a while now."

Zefa seemed to have discovered something new; he hadn't really paid much attention to the match.

After all, he had trained the flying squirrel himself and thought he knew it very well, even though they hadn't seen each other for more than half a year.

Zephyr could also guess the extent of the flying squirrel's strength.

But the flying squirrel still gave him a little surprise.

"Teacher, Raleigh once said, 'A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation.'"

"Having been away from headquarters for so long, growing under the pressure of fighting pirates every day, it's no wonder I'm progressing much faster than when I was at military academy."

Zefa used one arm to easily flip the flying squirrel away.

The flying squirrel remained calm and used Moonwalk to adjust its body in the air, landing steadily on the ground.

Zefa touched his purple hair and laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, you're right. Walking the line between life and death is indeed one of the fastest ways to grow, something I hadn't considered."

Some pirates are completely unknown when they first set sail, but every battle they experience afterward allows them to break through and rise to prominence amidst life and death.

Zephyr knew several pirates like this, men who could rapidly increase their strength after just a few months apart.

"Well then, I'm going to get serious, flying squirrel."

The flying squirrel gripped the hilt of Dojigiri Yasutsuna tightly, his lips pressed together, his eyes fixed intently on Zephyr's movements, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Swoosh... swoosh...

Zefa casually kicked a few pebbles on the ground, and the pebbles flew like flying squirrels at speeds exceeding those of bullets.

Ding...ding...ding...

Instead of dodging rashly, the flying squirrel used its blade to continuously knock away small stones.

When facing an opponent whose strength far surpasses your own, it's best not to dodge their probing attacks.

If you dodge, you'll leave an opening.

For a seasoned veteran like Zephyr, he can pinpoint even the slightest flaw.

However, this battle was only a test, otherwise, according to what Raleigh taught him...

By this time, the flying squirrel had already fled with all its might.

Zefa looked at his disciple with approval; the flawless handling of the situation pleased him greatly.

Apart from those few monsters, the flying squirrel was undoubtedly the most outstanding performer of his class.

"Next, I'll show you why I'm called Black Wrist!"