Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

The elite training program has been officially launched.

The training camp was located in a secluded area deep within Marineford Fortress. It was surrounded by towering walls and topped with a heavy iron grate roof, through which sunlight streamed in, casting parallel shadows on the ground.

The moment Nok stepped onto the training field, a sudden stinging sensation shot through his skin.

He has not yet fully mastered Observation Haki, but his ever-deepening Rokushiki and Fishman Karate's ability to listen to the ocean have enhanced his senses.

It wasn't real pain, but rather a kind of instinctive warning, like the feeling of being targeted by a sea monster in the deep sea.

He subconsciously scanned the entire room.

At the very front of the training field.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, and a serious face that looked as if it had been carved from stone.

Sakassky.

Although he doesn't yet have the nickname "Akainu" and his rank is only colonel, the oppressive aura emanating from his very bones is already beginning to emerge.

As for the other one...

Nock shifted his gaze to the side.

A tall, thin man was leaning lazily against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his head slightly tilted, his eyes half-closed, and his expression already showing signs of lewdness. He had messy black curly hair and wore his uniform loosely, which contrasted sharply with the meticulous Sakazuki next to him.

Borsalino.

Nock's eyes narrowed slightly.

Two monsters.

The two future generals of the dog and monkey.

Nock took a deep breath and stepped into the training field.

Borsalino glanced at him, while Sakazuki didn't move.

Time flows slowly.

As people gradually gathered at the training ground, dozens of young faces, both men and women, with ranks ranging from captain to major general, were gathered. They were all elite talents selected from various places by the Navy Headquarters. They stood in twos and threes, looking each other over with curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes.

Nock stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over his classmates.

Some people whispered excitedly, some remained silent with serious faces, and some stretched their limbs in the corner, but everyone's eyes would occasionally drift towards the two people at the front.

There was even a small area around it that was left empty, and no one came near it.

It's not about deliberately isolating yourself, but rather an instinct, just like a wild animal automatically avoids a stronger predator.

Nock could sense that when those gazes fell on Sakazuki and Borsalino, they carried a complex mix of emotions: awe, fear, and a hint of resentment.

But when it falls on oneself...

There was a hint of jealousy in addition to curiosity.

The hero who saved Zefa's wife and children was truly lucky.

Nock's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Have they all arrived?"

A deep, resonant voice came from the doorway.

Everyone instinctively straightened their backs and turned towards the door.

Zefa strode into the training ground. With his short purple hair and broad shoulders, his very gait exuded an invisible sense of pressure. Behind him followed two adjutants, each carrying a stack of documents.

"I am Zephyr." He walked to the center of the training field, stopped, and said, "From today onwards, you are under my command."

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present, like an invisible knife scraping across everyone's face.

"I know you are all elites from your respective branches, some recommended by headquarters, some fought your way up on the battlefield, but here, none of that matters."

"This training camp has only one rule—"

Zefa extended his index finger.

"You're not qualified, get out."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

No one dared to speak.

"The training includes physical conditioning, advanced Six Styles, and basic Haki," Zephyr continued. "In addition, you also have to learn navigation, basic medicine, ship handling, and navigation—things you might consider 'unimportant'."

He paused.

"Don't think that having fighting power is enough. On the high seas, if you can't read the weather, understand ocean currents, or treat the wounded, you're just a bunch of fighting idiots who won't even know how they died!"

Someone quietly swallowed.

Zefa waved to his adjutant, who stepped forward and handed each person a booklet.

"This is the credit handbook," Zefa said. "You earn credits based on your performance in each assessment. As for what those credits are for?"

He listed them as follows:

"Firearms, swords, and armor."

"The qualification to consult with a naval admiral or staff officer individually."

"Eligibility to purchase a famous sword."

"Devil Fruits—if they exist."

"Even... preferential recommendations for promotion."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up.

Zefa looked at those glowing eyes and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to get better things, you have to earn credits, but don't think that credits are easy to get. If you want to earn credits, you have to work hard."

He closed the manual.

"Any other questions?"

silence.

Nobody has a problem.

Zephyr nodded and took a step back.

"Now—"

He raised his hand and swung it sharply.

"Training begins! First item: physical fitness assessment! Run 100 laps around the track with a 1000-pound weight! The bottom three will get extra training!"

The entire audience was stunned for a moment, then everyone put on their weights and started running.

Nock was also running in the crowd, his steps steady and his breathing even.

The effects of a month of deep-sea swimming were now fully evident; this level of running wasn't even a warm-up for him.

But he didn't rush to the front; he just stayed at the back of the first group, following along at a leisurely pace.

Out of the corner of my eye, two figures swept past me.

Borsalino was in the lead, still looking lazy, but his speed was frightening.

Sakazuki was in second place, still with a serious expression.

Two monsters, and they truly lived up to their reputation.

He looked away and continued running.

The arduous but effective elite training continues for a long time to come!

...

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While Fishman Nok and Navy Nok were training hard, Swordsman Nok also began his own operation.

At the end of 1536 in the Sea Calendar, two and a half years before Luffy set sail.

The New World, Wano Country, Flower Capital, Night.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the dilapidated eaves.

Deep within a secluded, abandoned mansion, Nok stood shirtless in the center of the courtyard. Moonlight shone on him, outlining the strong and beautiful lines of his muscles. Compared to two months ago, his body was completely different.

The physique of Naval Nok, the wrist strength of Fishman Nok, and his own foundation honed over twenty-four years.

The integration of these three elements is giving rise to a qualitative change.

He slowly raised his right hand.

make a fist.

The moment the muscles tensed, a thin layer of black quietly crept up the knuckles. Though it was only a thin layer, it was incredibly clear in the moonlight.

Armament Haki.

He succeeded.

Nock stared at his fist, his eyes calm.

This is not enough.

He relaxed, then clenched his fist again. This time, instead of letting his domineering aura cover his entire fist, he tried to make it...flow.

Flow like water.