Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

Michael looked at the crowded team and smiled heartily.

In fact, when it comes to laying the foundation and systematic training, all other organizations in the world are no match for the Navy.

Although the combat effectiveness of the Six Styles cannot keep up with the B-style of the high-end game, it is definitely the most suitable physical training for building a solid foundation in the entire One Piece world.

Mastering the Six Styles does not necessarily make you a real strong man, but the road to being a strong man has definitely been opened. Next, it depends on whether your talent can support you to go further on this road.

In the original work, the Navy has such skills, but there is a serious lack of successors, resulting in no one being able to fight for a higher ceiling even if the foundation is laid.

On the pirate side, talented people emerge in an endless stream...

But this is understandable. After all, in the original work, the Navy's positioning is not the army of justice, but the "villain".

It is the same positioning as other evil pirates.

The villain needs to have strong power, but it must eliminate growth to prevent it from becoming a mountain that can never be moved on the protagonist's head.

This is also the reason why the author set the navy as a broken belt and a lack of successors.

And now...

Let's not talk about the three brothers Ace, Luffy, and Sabo. It can only be said that they are worthy of being the guys who grew up in the Garp family since childhood. Their physical fitness is visibly strong.

Then there are Michael's five little nephews. As the product of bloodline factor transformation, their strength is destined, and the battle suits made by Judge in his early years have not been handed over to them yet.

There are also Monet of the Snow Snow Fruit, Sugar of the Childlike Fruit, Runti of the Dragon Dragon Fruit·Ancient Species·Swelling Head Dragon Form and Peggy One of the Spinosaurus Form, Chopper of the Human-Human Fruit, and the Kendo Girl Tashigi...

They are basically the most outstanding people in the junior class.

And there is Mariannu, also known as MISS Golden Week...

But her physical fitness is really too average. She was lying on the side of the road before she finished running a lap, and was sent back to Michael by the medical soldiers along the way half dead.

"Sorry, Vice Admiral Michael... am I a bit of a drag?" Mariannu hugged his knees and sat beside Michael, looking at the large army in the distance with envy, "They are all... so awesome."

"What are you thinking about? You are only six years old, okay?" Michael said with a smile, "Don't always think about comparing your physical fitness with those perverts, you will be so frustrated that you want to commit suicide."

"But... we are all in the junior class..."

"You are classmates and comrades in the junior class. There is no competition between you." Michael patted Mariannu's head, "The most important thing is that the junior class does not only exist to train combat masters, but the ultimate goal is to provide all-round talents to the entire navy and even the entire world."

"All-round... talents?"

"That's right. As long as you can contribute to the navy and civilians, you are an excellent talent." Michael squatted down and looked at Mariannu and said, "Since you came to the junior class, it means that you have excellent talents in some aspects."

"Really?"

"Of course." Michael turned around and pointed to the group of juniors in the distance and said, "Look over there, there is a little kid with orange hair. She grew up in the navy. She is also not good at literature or martial arts, but she is born with an extraordinary talent for sea charts and navigation... When she grows up, she will definitely become one of the best navigators. No matter how dangerous the sea is, you can trust her. She is a very reliable companion."

Mariannu stood on tiptoe and barely saw Nami's face.

"So...what about you? Mariannu? What skills do you have?"

"I...can draw."

"Draw?" Michael nodded, then nodded to Enelu beside him, and then Enelu took the drawing board and various colors of paint that had been prepared long ago, "Can you...show it to me?"

"Yes, you can...but I need someone to help."

"Enelu, come on." Before Mariannu finished speaking, Michael had already called Enelu, "Come and feel it."

"No, why is it me again?" Enelu frowned, then pointed at Hawkeye who was sitting under the tree with a knife and said, "Isn't Hawkeye idle?"

"You are more suitable, after all, your mind is more...simple."

Michael said so.

Mariannu's ability does not come from the devil fruit, but is similar to the power of a hypnotist...she can use

colorful paints to manipulate emotions and hint at the heart.

Colors have the function of mobilizing human emotions.

Mariannu amplifies and strengthens the power of suggestion, and finally transforms it into a special's attack.

The simpler the mind and the purer the heart, the more susceptible to deeper influence.

In this comparison, Enelu is of course a more suitable experimental subject than Hawkeye.

As for Michael himself... he is so bad that he is smoking black smoke and there are sparks in his black eyes!

"Then I'll start." After getting the brush and paint palette, Mariannu calmed down, "Just try one color... black."

Mariannu said, and painted a... black furry cat on the back of Enelu's hand.

It must be said that from the perspective of painting skills alone, the six-year-old Mariannu has surpassed many adult painters.

"This, does it have any effect?" Enelu looked at the black cat on the back of his hand curiously, "But what kind of creature is this? I have never seen it."

"Lieutenant General Michael, please say a few words to him." Mariannu nodded to Michael.

Michael, who actually knew Mariannu's ability, rolled his eyes and smiled evilly.

"Okay... Enelu, you are a man."

"What are you talking about!? You said I am a man, so I am a man? I am obviously a woman! I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

Enelu subconsciously began to refute Michael's words.

But after he finished speaking, he immediately felt something was wrong...

"Fuck!? Why did I just think about refuting Michael's words? Even if what he said was true, I had to refute it for the sake of refuting? Even my gender was involved?"

For a moment, Enelu fell into self-doubt.

"Black of betrayal, no matter how important the partner or boss said, I will betray and sing the opposite."

Michael nodded, the same ability as he knew.

However... there is one more thing to test.

Michael reached out and wiped the black cat, and then said:

"Enelu, use the armed color domineering to cover your whole body."