Zephyr Special Training Camp Week 3
The sun was scorching, and the sea breeze, carrying the smell of salt and gunpowder, whistled over the vast training ground.
The scorching sun baked the sand, creating heat waves visible to the naked eye.
On this scorched earth.
Over a hundred young men in neat uniforms began a hellish basic training under the personal command of Zephyr.
Sand fighting.
Sprint with weight.
Basic physical training.
High-intensity combat drills.
besides--
Initial enlightenment of [Marine Six Styles]:
[Shave]: Burst forward at maximum speed.
[Moonwalk]: Staying in the air and gliding.
[Finger Pistol]: Pierce steel with fingertips.
Each one of them is not for show, but for the purest instinct to survive in blood and fire.
Under the scorching sun, dust was flying and sweat was mixed with the smell of blood.
A black-haired boy stood out in the entire training camp.
His movements are crisp and clear, he launches like a cheetah in physical sprints, and every punch and elbow in a fight is precise and deadly.
Whether it is long-term weight training or high-intensity physical confrontation, he quickly adapts, breaks through and surpasses others with an almost ruthless self-discipline.
That's - Rogge.
On the high platform, Zephyr crossed his arms over his chest, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the figure in the middle of the field.
After a moment, he murmured:
"Extremely high physique reflexes."
"Excellent motor learning ability."
"Determined and unafraid of extreme pressure."
——A natural born fighter.
And that's not all.
Under Zephyr's guidance, Rogge officially entered the world of Haki:
[Armament Haki]——
Hours of hand-to-hand combat every day,
Thousands of boxing training and blocking trials,
In countless overlaps of sweat and scars,
He gradually discovered the dormant power in his body.
At first there was just a slight hardening feeling, but soon.
After the seventh consecutive day of fists colliding head-on with Zephyr's adamantium arm bones—
A very light inky black luster finally appeared on Rogge's right fist.
Although fragile, it is already a true [beginner level armament color].
And at the same time.
Rogge did not forget his real trump card - [Air Fruit].
Every day in the abandoned corner behind the training ground, he secretly explored and experimented repeatedly:
[Air pressure step]:
Through the burst of high-pressure airflow, it completes the ultimate sprint, accelerating to the point where even shaving steps can hardly catch up.
[Floating Sailing]:
Micro-control the air lift to keep yourself in the air for a short time.
[Qi Shock Slash]:
Compress the air into a blade and release it into a twisted and vibrating cutting wind, capable of both long and short range attacks.
In repeated training and actual combat exercises.
Rogge gradually became able to combine physical attacks with shaving steps, air pressure, and air shock in close combat.
A fighting style quickly took shape: fast, precise, and deadly.
Like a sharp long knife that has not been fully polished, but is enough to cut flesh and blood.
The other students of the same period were initially just shocked instinctively.
But as time goes by.
Awe, jealousy, and a faint sense of unwillingness quietly fermented into undercurrents in the eyes of some young people.
"This guy... he's just a newcomer like us..."
"Why?!"
"Did you take a shortcut?"
Somewhere in the training ground, whispers in groups of three or two gradually spread.
And deeper into training camp.
Certain eyes hidden behind the scenes are still coldly watching this rising star who is gradually emerging.
Darkness will never tolerate the wanton burning of light.
But Rogge knew nothing about this and didn't care at all.
He simply honed his edge inch by inch to the Ultimate level, day after day, in blood, sweat, and the scorching sun.
Because he knows.
The real enemy is never the jealousy of these weaklings,
But it is the rotting dark beast that occupies the top of the world.
And Rhett, who was standing behind the crowd, had his pupils slightly contracted.
He stared at Rogge in silence.
Not only was he shocked by the terrifying strength displayed by the young man, but also because—
Just a few days ago, he accidentally heard about Rogge's past.
That young man had also walked alone out of a pool of blood and a sea of fire on the ruins of his broken home.
His parents were slaughtered by pirates, and all his relatives and friends died.
How similar to himself.
Leiter's fist clenched slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Deep in his chest, some kind of pain and obsession that had been suppressed for many years, at that moment, gently overlapped with the lonely young man standing in front of him.
Not out of pity.
Not out of pity.
But it comes from a resonance forged in blood and fire.
This resonance has been buried in his heart for many years, and no one can understand it, no one can resonate with it.
Until this moment, until this battle, until—Rogge.
[Evening · After training]
The setting sun burns the sky with golden and red colors.
The afterglow was like blood, spilling onto the broken sand.
Sweat soaked the uniforms, blood blisters rubbed the skin, and the entire training ground was filled with the bitter smell of gunpowder.
After the training, the other students left in twos and threes.
And Rhett silently walked towards the black-haired boy who was sorting his equipment.
He stood silently, took out an old cloth belt that was already soaked with sweat from his tattered pocket, and handed it over.
His hands trembled slightly, but were extremely firm.
He simply said, "In the future battles, I will stand in the front."
"Wherever you point, I'll hit you."
Rogge was slightly startled.
Looking at the dark-skinned, silent-eyed boy in front of him, an imperceptible soft light appeared in his eyes.
No extra words.
No false vows.
He solemnly took the cloth and wrapped it around his left arm in circles, as if wrapping a vow.
The wind blew by.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, two figures stood side by side.
One in front and one behind.
In the most silent yet resolute way, the first oath of absolute justice in the future was made.
From then on, Rhett became Rogge's first true follower.
In the future, he will serve as the first lieutenant of the [Absolute Justice Fleet] and fight on the bloody road of the planet sea.
[Meanwhile, outside the training ground]
On a hidden commanding height in the distance.
A figure stood quietly.
Wearing a white military robe and a cape on his shoulders, he looked like he was made of lava, silent and fiery.
Sakazuki.
His eyes were sharp, like the roaring flames hidden beneath the magma.
His fiery eyes stared quietly at the thin but upright figure of the young man in the training ground.
Not supervision.
Not doubt.
But——
An indescribable and extremely suppressed care hidden deep in the blood.
Every time Rogge sprinted, fought, fell and got up again;
Whenever that almost paranoid will burns in the scorching sun and sweat;
Whenever everyone despises or envy,
There is always a hint of imperceptible tenderness in Sakazuki's eyes.
"good."
"It really is... our family's will."
He whispered, his voice surging like magma, hot and fiery, and then quickly returned to cold silence.
Sakazuki quietly closed his eyes, and [Advanced Observation Haki] silently bloomed.
Circles of perception waves spread out like ripples on the water, sweeping across the entire training ground silently.
soon.
He keenly caught several unusual auras.
Those auras are mixed with corruption, conspiracy, covetousness and cold hostility.
It was as if a group of crocodiles hiding in the undercurrent were quietly targeting his only nephew.
Sakazuki narrowed his eyes, flames flickering in them.
Without alarming anyone.
I just silently memorized the breath tracks, breathing rhythms, and habitual frequencies of those breath owners.
It was as if in his heart, he had prepared a future [death list] for them, one by one.
"Dare to touch Rogge's hair..."
"Just prepare to face the judgment of hell."
The wind was howling.
On this land scorched by the scorching sun, forged with sweat and blood—
A star belonging to [Absolute Justice] is burning and rising silently.
And above that silent sky.
The sleeping lava beast has also quietly opened its burning eyes.