On the second night, at the Navy's temporary camp, the Zephyr family of three stayed in the same tent.
This operation was carried out by a small group of people, not many. However, considering the overall combat strength here, there was no need for soldiers to protect them.
A retired general, a Leriana, and three general candidates—this lineup would intimidate anyone who came before.
Besides, it's not far from the Marine Headquarters. Attacking here is no different from attacking the Marine Headquarters. Even if another Golden Lion came, he would have to be obediently sent inside.
"Dad, it seems you've only achieved a little bit of your goal. It looks like the graduates aren't very cooperative."
Yeklik tended to the campfire at the campsite. Having trained with Zefa for so many years, even if Yeklik wasn't a born monster, he knew roughly where the limits of some people lay.
In the past two days of competition, Kuzan secretly performed while Borsalino openly performed. Although for these elite students, the intensity of this exhibition match was enough for them to learn from.
But this is clearly still some distance from Zephyr's goal.
"Kuzan has become much lazier in the past few years. He lacks motivation for many things. I guess he has really learned from Garp."
Borsalino was a problem student from the start. He's the oldest and his thinking is the most fixed; it seems he's just trying to fool the higher-ups this time. I, on the other hand, hope he's actually learned something.
Zephyr's generation were all standard physical combat practitioners. Neither he nor Garp had Devil Fruit abilities, and Sengoku was also a Mythical Zoan type, relying on physical combat as well. It was inevitable that their generation, who were Logia-type users, would have some conflicting philosophies.
A bad relationship doesn't mean there's animosity. After all, Borsalino is now a pillar of the Navy, and the stronger he is, the happier Zeff is.
"So, only Sakazuki-senpai is left, right? He and Riley don't seem to get along very well?"
"Don't worry about it. He can tell right from wrong in this kind of thing. Besides, Riley is not weak. She has clearly told the world that she is strong."
Just then, Leriana walked over, seemingly holding something in her hand.
"Riley? Aren't you going to rest? Or is dinner not enough?"
"No, I just brought you some things. My dad made them recently, and we plan to sell them soon. Would you like to give them a try?"
As she spoke, Leliana took out several brown paper bags and a dozen cans.
"What's this?"
"Canned food, or to put it another way, pre-cooked meals, that's what my dad says anyway."
As a derivative of Hextech, thanks to the uneven development of the technology tree in this ocean, many basic technologies, such as canned goods, have not been developed.
This thing exists in the ocean, but like the prosthetics that Oran distributed on a large scale back then, it is a product limited to certain islands.
Most people lack the channels and capabilities to promote it throughout the world.
In a world dominated by ocean voyages, these convenient foods that can be stored for a long time have a wide market.
Giant fish and marine mammals provide a large amount of lean meat, which is very easy to process.
Then Leriana demonstrated how to use it in front of them, quickly heating it up with cold water and a self-heating bag.
"It tastes pretty good?"
"It's decent, above average, and the flavors seem quite diverse, but its convenience is definitely a good thing."
The navy has its own chefs, so this is not needed on the base. However, its convenience and easy storage are evident when the warship is out in the field.
"There's one more thing. Dad has been collecting feedback lately, and if it's effective, he plans to talk to the Navy's logistics department. If you think it's worthwhile, please remember to collect it for me."
"Hmm, it's no big deal. I'll have the new recruits try it out when we go out for training."
This is the first step in the operation. As long as the navy hasn't gone mad, it won't outsource the entire army's logistics.
This thing isn't a prosthetic body; the number of able-bodied people far exceeds the number of injured or sick people, but it can't eat.
The navy requires high-intensity combat and training, so there's no room for cutting corners on food.
At most, it's technical cooperation, helping the navy build a few production lines.
Then, under the guise of the Navy, they'll launch a GG (Ghost Battle) game, and once production capacity is sufficient, they'll release a civilian version.
The same ingredients sold in the military are much more expensive than those sold within the military.
The questionnaire was originally conducted at the G6 branch, and Leliana volunteered to help, while also asking Zeff about it.
The night passed quickly, and the last day soon arrived. Both teammates had finished their performances, leaving only Sakazuki as the final act.
"It's been more than four years, I never thought you would grow to this extent since then."
There are many things you haven't considered.
"To be honest, although our past experiences weren't very harmonious, I don't dislike you."
Your father was a great help to the Navy; reports from the G6 branch show that you cracked down on a large number of pirates every year. Even with the title of Shichibukai, you were not a pirate force yourself.
You yourself are capable of fighting against that villain Whitebeard, so your strength must be considerable, but the Navy is not weak either.
Even if this isn't made public, it's still a matter of the Navy's reputation. Unlike those two guys, I'll take this seriously.
Sakazuki didn't have any particular aversion to Leliana herself; he was indeed very angry at the time, but he didn't feel anything afterward.
Despite their differing ideologies over the years, Kuzan and Sakazuki did not sabotage each other in the Navy; instead, they cooperated in their operations.
Sakazuki himself deeply hates pirates and does extremely extreme things, but he's not so crazy as to fight everyone he sees.
"You're quite polite, but unfortunately, I don't like you. I find your way of doing things repulsive."
"Absolute justice comes at a price; it's normal that you don't understand."
"Stop. We're fundamentally different people. There's no need for further words. Let's just get down to business."
boom!
Sakazuki's punch in human form was simple and unadorned, but its power was even greater than that in his dragon-human form two days ago. Sakazuki's body turned into lava and scattered all over the ground, then slowly reformed not far away. However, many things had already disappeared from the place where he had just stood.
A fist mark ran through the entire hull of the warship, leaving half of the wreckage missing, while the other side remained intact. This was far more difficult than simply destroying a ship; it wasn't a laser cut, but a pure fist strike.
"You may have misunderstood something. You think Uncle Kuzan and the others weren't serious, but what makes you think that I was serious? Apart from my family, only three people have seen me go all out, and I don't think you'll be the fourth."
One day it rises, the next it withers; today it's especially withered, nothing to show for it today, please forgive me.
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