One Piece: Ascending the Divine Path

Dor was very unhappy.

The reason for her displeasure was certainly not that she had been punched hard in the face by a little rascal, which sent her spinning and flying, landing face-first in a disheveled state, causing her to lose face in front of her superiors and colleagues, leaving her with only a bandage wrapped around her face in front of her future subordinates.

Okay, while that's certainly part of the reason, Dole believes her real problem lies in how arrogant that brat is. He doesn't take her seriously at all! He's just toying with her?

Dor is furious!

Even when angry, work still needs to be done.

The naval guerrilla force had just been formed, and the soldiers who were transferred there came from different units at two different bases, and they were complete strangers to each other.

Therefore, in addition to various personnel adjustments, it is also very important to bring the soldiers closer together through different training or activities. As the detachment leader, she also needs to go deep into the grassroots and build enough trust with the soldiers.

Only in this way can morale be stabilized and a fighting force be built.

So Dole got up very early. Before it was even fully light, she had already finished washing up and headed to the training ground. She was going to do morning exercises with the soldiers of the first detachment she was in charge of.

But as she waited for the soldiers to assemble, she was astonished to find that someone was already training in a corner of the training ground.

Dol's gaze sharpened; it was that kid!

That bastard Knight was jogging in the morning, carrying a barbell with weight plates on both sides that looked like two small mountains.

He must have been running for a long time; he was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and his hair was soaked with sweat and clumped together.

Dor pursed her lips.

It has to be admitted that this guy's strength is extraordinary; at least, Dol felt that she herself would be completely unable to bear such heavy weight training.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always felt that the kid's expression was a bit strange, like he was standing there dumbfounded? That's probably how it should be described.

Dol quickly looked away from Knight, and the soldiers soon gathered, and the morning exercise officially began.

They weren't new recruits anymore; the soldiers were already used to this level of morning training, and the training was completed easily without anyone falling behind.

  

After the disbandment was announced, Dor went to have breakfast with the soldiers.

Before leaving, she glanced at a corner of the training field where the boy had started strength training after finishing his run, using the huge barbell as a dumbbell.

Doesn't this guy get tired?

Such a thought involuntarily surfaced in Dol's mind.

G-1 is garrisoned by tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, and has several mess halls, each of which is quite large. Dol and his soldiers naturally went to the one closest to them.

There were already quite a few people, and after Dor and his men came in, it became even more crowded.

Dol and several of his officers were having breakfast when they discussed the upcoming tactical coordination training.

It was at this moment that Dol saw Knight walk briskly into the cafeteria.

Dordon frowned immediately.

Hmm, wasn't this guy looking completely exhausted before?

However, Dor quickly realized something was wrong.

Her eyesight was excellent, so she could see that Knight's arm muscles were trembling constantly, a clear sign of exhaustion.

Is your body really at its limit, yet you can still walk like the wind?

Will life be returned?

But even returning to life requires a strong will to control the body, and to maintain such willpower when the body is exhausted.

Just how strong is this guy's will?!

Dole never imagined that there was such a miraculous existence in the world as Knight, whose body could be exhausted from training, yet whose mental strength remained completely unaffected.

Amidst the disbelief and horrified stares of the cafeteria staff, Knight ordered a table full of food as usual and began to wolf it down.

The other marines in the mess hall were dumbfounded.

Is his stomach a bottomless pit?

"I'm really afraid he won't be full and will eat us too."

"Huh? Am I going to be eaten too?"

"Hey buddy!"

It is indeed true that life was returned.

Dol looked away; her appetite was monstrous.

After breakfast, the morning training began.

It was a simulated encounter training exercise conducted on the ship, allowing the marines to familiarize themselves with the new vessel while also engaging in coordinated training.

On the large ship docked in the harbor, Dole stood at the bow, issuing orders.

Then she saw three figures training in a corner of the square not far away.

One of them was the junior sister who took her to the medical room yesterday, another was the junior brother who was with her, and the last one was that arrogant brat.

The junior brothers and sisters should be practicing the Six Forms, while that brat is standing still, is he daydreaming?

This question wasn't answered until after the training ended, when Dol and his men disembarked and passed through the square.

Dol saw the domineering aura emanating from Knight.

The brigadier general's eyes widened instantly.

Is this kid practicing advanced Armament Haki?

Didn't Master Zephyr say he only learned Haki in the training camp? And he's already reached this level?

It was only now that Dole understood what the concept of the best student that Professor Zephyr had mentioned meant.

But that wasn't the end of it. In the afternoon, when Dor and the brigadier general of another squad were conducting combat exercises with their men, she saw that annoying guy carrying a large iron block from somewhere.

That guy stood in front of the iron block, punching it again and again, without using any Haki, just relying on his bare hands to throw punches.

Dol heard that Vice Admiral Garp likes to use abandoned warships as sandbags. Is this guy imitating Vice Admiral Garp?

Even though his fists were already bleeding profusely, he did not hesitate or back down in the slightest.

After his fists became a mangled mess, the guy started practicing his domineering aura again, probably treating it as a way to relax and recover his strength.

Because after that, he started physical training again.

As the sun set and the orange sunlight streamed down from the horizon onto the sweating boy, Dol began to understand why this man named Knight possessed such immense power.

It wasn't just his talent, but also the fact that he possessed a will stronger than anyone else's.

After finishing a day of training, Dor stood at a distance and watched for a while as Knight did frog jumps with a huge iron block on his back. With each jump, the ground trembled slightly.

Even monsters like this are fighting so hard, I feel like I'm really being a bit lazy.

Hmm, this guy is actually quite handsome when he gets serious.

That evening, Knight, who had enjoyed a relaxing time fishing in his dream world and remotely controlling his physical training, was wolfing down his food in the cafeteria.

A figure walked past him in the aisle. "I did lose, Major Knight."

"what?"

Emiya Knight looked up somewhat blankly, his mouth still unconsciously chewing.

He looked at Brigadier General Dor's tall figure and smirked, "Crazy."

Knight couldn't figure out what Brigadier General Dor was up to, but her attitude had indeed changed a lot. At least when they met again, the way she looked at him no longer seemed like she wanted to devour him.

The naval guerrilla exercise continued for a week. After the final all-out drill, Zephyr finally announced with satisfaction, "Training is complete. We are ready to set sail!"

So today, after the five enormous warships were fully loaded with various supplies, they officially set sail.

Starting today, this unofficial naval force will roam between major naval bases in the New World, pursuing and eliminating dangerous pirates.

Of course, the primary goal now is still to track down the group of fugitives, but in the past week or so, there have been no sightings of them in the New World, so there's no way to catch them.

So, kind-hearted Knight decided it was time to offer some clues.

Because tomorrow, Akainu will be replacing the garrison commander of G-1 base, and Kizaru will be returning to Marin.

In that case, even though Punk Hazard isn't far from the G-1 base, Akainu definitely won't be able to provide support in time.

We can get started now.

The five warships were spread out on the sea in a V-shape.

The leading ship, which was also the one in the center, was the vessel of the first detachment, numbered Ship Number One, and was commanded by Brigadier General Dor. It was also the location of the guerrilla command post.

Inside one of the ship's spacious rooms.

Zephyr slammed a wanted poster on the blackboard. "The first target of our operation is this guy!"

Because of his low rank, Knight couldn't sit down and could only stand lazily against the wall, glancing at the wanted poster.

He was a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a face full of scars.

"A bounty of 560 million Berries, Leonard the Black Axe. His Leonard Pirates is a large pirate crew with 20 pirate ships and more than 3,000 pirates, which have been based in the Kingdom of Runes for many years."

"Because the Kingdom of Runes is not a member state of the World Government, we have ignored it before."

"But we're different from ordinary naval forces! Our target is these unbridled scum!"

Vice Admiral Simon crossed his arms and nodded slightly. "The Leonard Pirates? They've got some tough characters right from the start."

Pirates with bounties exceeding 500 million are rare even in the New World.

Pirates of this caliber would be difficult for even a vice admiral in the headquarters to defeat.

"Isn't this great?"

Major General Marcus said, "Taking care of these guys will be a perfect way to announce to the new world, 'We've arrived.'"

"This group has been entrenched in the coastal port area of ​​the Kingdom of Runes. Although it is a non-member state, we must try our best to minimize civilian casualties."

Zephyr said seriously, "So, my plan is for the fleet to launch a feint attack from the front, and then we will use Moonwalk to infiltrate and carry out a decapitation strike."

"That's a good idea."

Lieutenant General Simon nodded slightly. "Professor Zephyr, are you going to do it yourself?"

"I'll go, but this guy!"

Zephyr slapped his hand on the wanted poster again, then looked at the composed Knight. "Knight, are you confident?"

"What?"

Brigadier General Dol, who was listening attentively, thought he had misheard. "Professor Zephyr, you said, let him—"

She turned to look at Knight, who looked exhausted.

No matter how capable he is, he's still just a seventeen-year-old boy!

"Teacher Zephyr!"

Simon quickly chimed in, "Isn't this a bit too hasty? We all acknowledge Major Knight's strength, but to put him against pirates of this caliber right now—"

"Knight,"

Zephyr didn't answer, but simply repeated what he had just said, "Are you confident?"

Knight's droopy eyelids began to lift, and a sharp glint appeared in his usually lifeless eyes. "Then I'll take care of this guy."

He paused, then added, "For justice."

Teacher Zephyr is so thoughtful; he knows that my advanced Armament Haki training has reached a crucial point, and I'm just a little bit away from catalysis.

Unlike the other two guys, who actually looked down on him.

Dol looked at Knight, who looked confident, and wanted to say something, but then kept quiet and lit a cigarette.

Is this what they call youthful spirit?

If it's this guy, maybe he really can do it.