Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

In the spring of 1511, the year of the Sea Calendar, at Marineford, the Naval Headquarters.

"Did you hear?! Those two monsters are teaming up against Major General Nock, but it looks like they're going to lose!"

"What?! Noc?! The Noc who had the good fortune to save Admiral Zeff's wife and children? He's that strong?!"

"Let's go take a look, let's go take a look quickly!"

The news spread like wildfire from the direction of the training ground, across the entire naval headquarters area, stirring up exclamations and incredulous discussions wherever it went.

More people dropped what they were doing and rushed to the training field.

The area was completely surrounded, with marines crowding around the railing in layers, their necks stretched out and their eyes wide open, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

No one spoke; everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the center of the arena.

On the training field, three figures crisscrossed, and the muffled sounds of fists and feet colliding were as dense as the beating of drums.

Saying they're intertwined isn't quite accurate. A more precise statement is that Nokia is single-handedly dominating two future stars!

Sakazuki was covered in magma, his right arm transformed into a scorching lava fist, each strike carrying a temperature high enough to melt through steel.

His attacks were fierce, violent, and relentless, like a volcanic beast that had been enraged.

Borsalino weaved through the golden light, moving so fast that the naked eye could only catch streaks of light. His light-speed kicks came from all sorts of tricky angles, fast, ruthless, and accurate, like a weightless poisonous blade, weaving an impenetrable net around Nok.

Two general candidates working together would be enough to sweep across any battlefield. But now, they can't suppress Nock at all!

Nok didn't even use his dragon form; he simply stood there, completely unmoved.

Sakazuki's giant lava fist came crashing down, but he dodged it by sidestepping. He raised his left hand, and the moisture in the air instantly condensed into a high-speed rotating stream of water in his palm. The Haki of Ryuo wrapped around it, and it collided with the lava—*swoosh!*

Steam exploded, extinguishing the lava, and Sakazuki was jolted back several steps by the impact.

As Borsalino's light-speed kick came from behind, he had already turned around. His Observation Haki, which allowed him to foresee the future, allowed him to detect the trajectory even faster than the golden light.

He had anticipated this and stepped forward, punching Borsalino at the very spot where his light-speed kick would land. The monstrous strength granted by the giant Nok instantly shattered the golden light, and Borsalino's body tumbled several times in mid-air before he could barely regain his balance.

Nock's punch only used 60% of his strength.

The two future stars were panting, but Nock's breathing remained steady.

Behind Borsalino's sunglasses, the laziness in his eyes had completely vanished.

Sakazuki's lava fists were emitting blue smoke, his face was expressionless, but his chest was heaving violently.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously launched their final attack. Golden light and lava blasted towards Nok from both sides, sealing off all avenues for escape.

Nock did not dodge; he raised his arms, and the flowing cherry blossoms and water converged at the same time.

Flowing Water Rock Crushing Fist!

boom--!

The shockwave exploded, and the ground of the training field cracked outwards from him, sending debris flying everywhere.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Nock's feet sank several inches into the ground, and his clothes were scorched in several places by the high temperature, but his body remained completely still.

He slowly finished his stance, looking at his two panting opponents. "That's enough for today's training."

Sakazuki lowered his smoking fist, stared intently at Nok, said nothing, and turned to leave.

His back was still straight, but those who knew him well could tell that his spine was stiffer than usual.

Borsalino didn't leave. He stood there, brushing the dust off his suit and adjusting his sunglasses. "That's...terrible."

His tone was still lazy, but his voice was much weaker than usual. "You weren't this strong a couple of days ago, were you?"

Nock just smiled.

It's just a cheat code.

The surrounding marines were still in a daze, the fact that two monsters had been defeated at the same time left them somewhat bewildered.

"This is too powerful..." someone murmured.

"That's Sakazuki and Borsalino, and they can't even beat Noc if they team up?" The other person's voice was dreamy and dazed.

Among the crowd, Zeff stood there with his arms crossed, his expression more complex than anyone else's. He recalled a year ago when Nok had just joined the camp. Although he had a solid foundation, he couldn't even beat one of Sakazuki or Borsalino and could only barely hold on.

Back then, Nok trained hard with a gleam in his eyes. Six months ago, he was able to hold his own against Sakazuki for a while. Three months ago, he was able to train one-on-one with Borsalino. And today, he took on both of them at the same time and won!

That's an monstrous rate of progress!

Zefa felt he was getting old, and that it was time for the younger generation to take over.

Zefa's lips twitched slightly, a bittersweet expression mixed with immense satisfaction. His disciple was too strong; as the master, he didn't know what to say.

Footsteps came from the outer edge of the crowd. The marines automatically made way, revealing two figures walking side by side.

It's Marshal Sengoku and Chief of Staff Tsuru!

Sengoku's serious face was expressionless, but his eyes betrayed him; when those eyes fell on Nok, they were full of satisfaction.

Crane stood beside him, her white hair, streaked with fluff, swaying gently in the sea breeze. Her gaze was gentle, and a smile played on her lips.

"Well done." Sengoku walked up to Nock, his voice authoritative without being angry, but softer than usual.

Nok stood at attention and saluted. "The Great General of the Warring States Period."

Sengoku waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities. "We're leaving tomorrow, so get some rest tonight." He paused, his gaze lingering on Nok's face for a moment. "I have high hopes for your future!"

Nock nodded. "Yes."

Sengoku turned and walked towards the high platform in the center of the training ground, with Tsuru following behind him. Zephyr also walked over, and all the marines participating in the elite training quickly lined up. Nock stood in the front row, Sakazuki stood to his left, and Borsalino stood to his right. The dozen or so marines who had survived the elite hellish training stood in the sunlight, full of vigor.

Standing on the high platform, Zhan Guo's gaze swept over them, and his voice boomed like a bell: "You have endured a year of arduous training. To be honest, when I selected you, I thought it would be good if a few of you could even persevere, but as it turns out, you have exceeded my expectations."

The procession remained solemn.

"But the end of training does not mean you are qualified naval officers. You still have one last test - a combat assessment! Based on your total daily training scores, the top three will each lead a warship to a designated sea area to carry out anti-piracy missions. The rest will be assigned to small groups and warships. Your assessment results will determine your final rank and future career path."