The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

"Hahaha! Who cares!" Garp laughed and patted Zephyr on the back. "He can't exactly call the meteorite here for a confrontation, can he?"

Zephyr shook his head helplessly, but secretly felt relieved.

At least Garp should be able to draw all of Sengoku's firepower.

But jokes aside, once they calmed down, the two of them were both shocked when they saw the terrifying destructive power before their eyes.

“This level of destruction…” Garp murmured, “is more dangerous than Whitebeard… no, it might even be more dangerous.”

Zefa nodded slowly, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the pain in his left arm.

“The Tremor-Tremor Fruit is inherently dangerous, but this kid happens to be a Logia-type, and…” As he spoke, Zephyr glanced in the direction where Gern had been carried away.

"Most importantly, he has only been developing his skills for a year after obtaining the fruit, but he used so many different moves when he attacked me just now."

Especially considering I also confiscated his knife!

The lingering vibrations in the air continued to spread, and faint cracking sounds could be heard intermittently from the ruins of the training ground.

The two legendary naval officers exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes.

……

Meanwhile, in the Admiral's office at the Naval Headquarters.

Steel Bone Kong rested his hands on his chin, staring intently at the combat report and several photos of the shattered training ground on the table.

His brows furrowed more and more, and finally he slammed his hand on the table, causing the water in his teacup to splash out.

"This kid... is he really a Logia-type?" Marshal Kong's voice was filled with disbelief.

Although Gern had a record of fighting Whitebeard, Kong, who hadn't witnessed it firsthand, still harbored some doubts.

He now values ​​those three monsters who graduated from the naval academy even more.

But now, it was only through this probing exchange between Gern and Zefa that the Marshal truly took Gern seriously.

"This destructive power is like a combination of Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit and Logia-type characteristics."

The messenger standing to the side wiped away his cold sweat: "Reporting to the Marshal, Lieutenant General Zephyr has confirmed that Warrant Officer Gern's ability is indeed the Logia-type Heaven-Shatter Fruit."

Moreover…” He hesitated, then pointed to the area of ​​spatial cracks in the photograph.

"According to observations by the on-site science department, Warrant Officer Gurn's Devil Fruit ability can even leave residual vibrations for a short period of time."

Air Marshal took a deep breath, his gaze falling on the fourth handwritten comment Zefa had handed over at the end of the report.

[Potential far exceeds expectations; we recommend focusing on developing this talent...]

"Heh, Zephyr's eye for talent is as sharp as ever." Kong shook his head, but a slight smile played on his lips.

"First there were those three monsters, Kuzan, Sakazuki, and Borsalino, and now there's another one, Gorn..."

Four powerful Logia-type Devil Fruit users—the Navy has really struck gold!

After a moment of contemplation, Marshal Kong suddenly asked, "By the way, where is the Warring States period?"

"The Sengoku general is expected to return to headquarters tomorrow."

"Very good." Marshal Kong revealed a meaningful smile.

"When he comes back, remember to take him to visit the newly renovated Training Ground No. 1 as soon as possible."

"Just...just say it was Garp who did it."

……

Two months later, at the Naval Headquarters Medical Center.

"Click."

The last bandage was cut, and Gern grimaced as he sat up in bed, looking down at his chest, which was finally seeing the light of day again.

The gruesome bruises had subsided, but a few faint fist marks remained on the skin.

"Zeff's punches... are really powerful."

Gern moved his shoulders, and his joints immediately made a protesting cracking sound.

"He only took a few hits, but he ended up lying in bed for two months!"

"That's what you call 'a few strokes'?!" The medic put away the scissors and couldn't help but complain, "If Captain Kuzan hadn't used his ability to stop the bleeding and cool you down in time, I'm afraid..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Gern quickly waved his hand. "If I keep talking, I'll start to think I'm a medical miracle."

Immediately afterwards, he jumped out of bed, grabbed the uniform hanging on the wall and put it on. "Oh right, where's my knife?"

"Your weapon has been delivered to your office."

"Also..." The medic handed over a document.

"This was left to you by Lieutenant General Zefa before he went on a mission last month. He said to open it when you're old enough to run around again."

"Left for me?" Gern raised an eyebrow, took the document, and froze on the spot after just opening it and glancing at it.

The paper contained only one line of large, flamboyant characters:

"See you at the dock at four o'clock tomorrow morning. If you're late, you'll have to train ten times harder—Z."

"Hey, hey... what kind of recovery gift is this?!"

"Wait, how did Professor Zephyr know when I recovered?"

Chapter 32 Domineering Training

The following morning, off the coast of Marineford.

The salty sea breeze lashed against his face as Gern squatted at the bow of the warship, yawning as he watched the outline of the deserted island gradually emerge in the distance.

“So…” He turned to look at Zephyr behind him, whose cloak was fluttering.

"Did Headquarters really list all training grounds as 'high-risk facilities' because of my abilities? Professor Zephyr."

"Otherwise what?" Zephyr sneered, his gaze sweeping over from behind his sunglasses.

"Your Devil Fruit ability demolishes things faster than Garp eats snacks. The people in the Finance Department have already jointly petitioned for you to pay compensation."

Gern shrank back and muttered under his breath, "You were the one who started it..."

"Ok?"

“I mean, you’ve taught me very well!” Gern immediately straightened his back, then looked curiously at the approaching island.

"So what is the content of this special training?"

Instead of answering directly, Zefa suddenly tossed over a pair of sea stone handcuffs.

Just as Guern was about to catch it instinctively, his expression changed instantly after he saw it clearly, and he let it fall onto the deck.

"Wait a minute, isn't this thing way too advanced?! I haven't even reached the level of dominance yet..."

"Oh! You took the wrong one! This is the one used to handcuff the pirate last time." Zephyr's lips curled into a dangerous smile.

Gern: "..."

“Didn’t you complain that the main training grounds were too small? This island is enough for you to mess around on.” As he spoke, he pointed to the abrupt ring-shaped mountain in the center of the island.

"See that pit? In a month, I want it to become a 'basin'."

Gern followed his finger and suddenly realized something, his voice trembling: "You don't mean you want me to use my fists..."

“Dominance is an extension of will.” Zephyr grabbed Gern by the back of his collar and threw him onto the beach the instant the warship docked.

"First learn to feel the power with your body, then think about those fancy vibrations!"

"Bang!" Gern fell face down into the sand pile, his mouth full of sand.

A moment later, as he struggled to his feet, he saw Zephyr descending from the sky using Moonwalk, his dark fists gleaming with a metallic sheen in the morning sun.

"Remember this, kid." Zephyr landed, creating a wave of sand, "In the New World, there are countless people capable of destroying islands..."

His fist suddenly tore through the air, rapidly enlarging in Gern's pupils.

"But the one who can protect everything is the true strong one!"

The first step to becoming strong is to exude domineering aura!

“Domineering…” When those two words came out of Zephyr’s mouth, Gern felt his blood boil, involuntarily holding his breath, his pupils slightly contracting.

The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Zefa watched Gren's expression and reaction for that instant, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He then slowly raised his right arm, which was wrapped in jet-black armor color, and said, "Do you remember what I said to you two months ago at the training ground?"

“I remember!” Gern shouted almost reflexively. “You said that domineering aura stems from momentum, willpower, and spiritual strength!”

"Of course, it is also the embodiment of belief!"

“Very good.” Zephyr nodded in satisfaction, his dark Armament Haki flowing like water across his arm.

"Haki is divided into three types: Conqueror's Haki, Armament Haki, and Observation Haki, which correspond to these three powers respectively."

"The essence of Haki is the physical manifestation of belief!" With that, Zephyr raised his Armament Haki-infused arm and clenched his fist, causing the air to explode as it was compressed.

“Gern, you’ve never been exposed to Haki before, which is why that scene in the training ground happened.”

"Conqueror's Haki? You've already seen Armament Haki and Observation Haki in Whitebeard, and you experienced them two months ago too!"

Upon hearing Zefa's words, Gern nodded silently.

After all, only by witnessing the peak one desires can one develop the initial rudimentary desire for power within oneself.

"I understand, Professor Zephyr!"

“Now that you understand…” Zephyr suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

at this time.....

With a loud bang, the rock wall dozens of meters high behind them exploded!

Amidst the flying debris, a burly figure draped in a navy coat leaped out laughing, the ground cracking the moment he landed.

"Then get ready to get started, kid Gern!!!"

“K... Lieutenant General Garp?!” Gern’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his body subconsciously took half a step back.

When Garp appeared in front of him without warning, with half an ice pop in his mouth, Gern was completely taken aback.

Zefa brushed the pebbles off his clothes and shook his head helplessly.

"While my domineering presence is not weak, I tend to favor theory when it comes to your future potential!"

As he spoke, Zephyr looked at Garp and continued, "And if you join Garp's physical training, he will abandon theory and use near-death experiences to unleash your true potential!"

This will fundamentally forge you into a pure and powerful aura of dominance, so…”

(Simply put—Zeff's theoretical training + Karp-style recklessness!)

"It's Zephyr's theory plus my 'Iron Fist' training!" Garp laughed as he suddenly punched a three-person-high boulder next to him.

Before Gern's horrified eyes, the boulder instantly turned to dust.

"Only by experiencing near-death can one truly realize how powerful one is."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Cold sweat beaded on Gern's forehead. "What does 'near-death experience' mean?"

This is none other than Garp, the "Marine Hero" Iron Fist, who was at the peak of his life, chasing after the Pirate King Roger everywhere, and was not even 40 years old!

This guy, he'll really drive me crazy with his scolding.

"Hehe, kid Gern, this is the first time Zefa has ever asked me for a favor since we met!"

So…” Garp’s smile suddenly turned dangerous, and at the same time, he cracked his knuckles.

"I don't have any theories, I only know that the end of hell is a fist!"

True Armament Haki can only be born from the deafening roar of bone marrow rupture!

“Gern.” Zephyr stepped forward at the opportune moment, a stark contrast to Karp.

"I'm the complete opposite of Garp. I only know that the ultimate goal of Armament Haki isn't an invincible fist."

Rather, when the person you're protecting stands behind you, your own silhouette becomes 'absolute defense'!

Looking at the two legendary instructors with such different styles, Guern suddenly realized that what he was about to experience was probably hellish special training.