Pirate's Copy

"This is a letter of recommendation from the Naval Academy!"

Moen took a deep breath, his hands trembling with excitement.

"That's right." Flying Squirrel nodded and patted Moen's shoulder. "In addition, this is a letter of recommendation from the elite training camp."

"Joined the Navy at the age of 12, officially became a sailor at the age of 14, became a corporal at the age of 15 due to meritorious service, and was promoted to second lieutenant at the age of 16 due to meritorious service. Little guy, your growth path is much more exciting than mine."

"Thank you sir for your cultivation."

Moen was unfazed by all this. After all, in this world, military rank was of little use, what was useful was his own strength.

I didn’t see Garp, the naval hero. His son is a revolutionary soldier, his two grandsons are pirates, and one of them is a descendant of the Pirate King.

The world government did not take any action against such Garp.

Why?

Isn't it just that he is afraid of Garp's strength that has not diminished at all due to age.

The hero Garp was the one who put an end to Rocks, the pirate emperor.

Looking back on not killing General Zefa, how badly was he injured by the navy?

His wife and children were killed, his students were killed, and he lost his arm. The navy actually wanted to invite the murderer to join the Oishi Shichibukai.

Why, isn't it because Zefa no longer has the power to make the world government and even the navy fear him!

Moen has an extremely thorough view of all this, so he can lower his requirements in any aspect, but he will never relax when it comes to improving his strength.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to become proficient in using the Six Styles in just two years. The same is true for the legendary Colonel Kirby in the original work.

"The elite training camp of the Naval Academy is a place where outstanding naval officers are trained. I also came from there."

Flying Squirrel poured himself a cup of tea and sat on the desk. "The current instructor is the former [Black Wrist] general, Mr. Zefa."

Moen did not answer. After all, talking about his mentor in front of the lieutenant general, no matter what the lieutenant general thought, was definitely not the right thing to do.

"With your talent and age, you can definitely enter the elite training camp. I look forward to you becoming an excellent naval officer."

The flying squirrel waved his hand, indicating that Moen could leave.

That letter of recommendation clearly marked the time when Moen would go to the Naval Academy, just one month later.

"By the way, you are a swordsman, but you still use an ordinary standard long sword." Flying Squirrel suddenly stopped Moen, and then took out a long box from the cabinet on the side.

"This is a good and sharp knife I got from the last few raids on pirates. I give it to you."

The flying squirrel put the box on the table in front of him without taking another look at the box in his hand.

Moen gave the flying squirrel a military salute and left without overly thanking him.

He knew that this was the flying squirrel betting on him!

As a veteran lieutenant general, Flying Squirrel knew very well that unless he had a big opportunity in his life, he would not be promoted to general, so there was nothing wrong with investing in a newcomer with general-level potential.

"bass!"

After exiting the door of Flying Squirrel's office, Moen opened the box in his hand, where an unpretentious Western long sword was placed quietly inside.

"A good sharp sword with fifty skills, Liu Feng!"

As light and green as a willow leaf, it is also sharp and tough. It is a good and quick knife, Liu Feng!

Moen touched the long sword in his hand with great satisfaction and placed it on his waist.

The thunder sword that was seized before was also a good sword, and it was a relatively good sword, but it was in the form of a heavy sword. Moen, who was only 1.9 meters tall, was completely unable to exert the power of that sword.

The length of this Liufeng sword is just right for Moen's height, and it can perfectly display Moen's swordsmanship.

"Ensign Morne."

Just as Moen was about to leave and return to his practice venue, a figure stopped him.

Moen looked up and saw that it was Colonel Zhan Momomaru!

"Lord Colonel!"

Moen immediately saluted with a military salute. Zhan Taowan nodded and patted Moen on the shoulder.

"According to Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's orders, you will follow our ship back to Marineventor immediately."

"Thank you Colonel."

"Well, let's get ready. We'll set off at noon. We're going to the Navy Headquarters this time. If you want to come back, I don't know how long it will take."

Zhan Taomaru patted Moen on the shoulder again. This time, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel recommended less than ten people to enter the Naval Academy, and only Moen was recommended to the elite training camp.

This has to make Zhan Taomaru have some affection for this little guy. After all, although he is not strong enough, his talent is there.

Moen returned to his dormitory. His stupid roommate was not there, but Moen's salute had been taken care of.

"Ah."

Moen twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.

Is this because I don’t want to say goodbye? I want to remember him!

Then, I will remember you well!

Satsuma!

The news that Morn is about to go to the Navy Headquarters to study has been spread by Reka. The soldiers under Reka admire this boy who is much younger than themselves.

Moen conquered all his colleagues with his strength, hard work and charisma.

When Moen walked out of the dormitory carrying a big bag, his colleagues who had fought together for a long time stood on both sides of the road to see him off.

Moen lowered his head and did not look at the people around him.

These soldiers didn't care at all, what kind of person Moen was, they had known for a long time in the past few years.

"Moen, you must leave your legend at the Navy Headquarters!"

When Moen walked out of the training ground, these words came from behind.

A drop of tears fell to the ground. Moen did not look back. Apart from determination, there was no sadness at all on his face.

Weak people have no right to be sad!

Now Moen is heading towards becoming a strong man!

Carrying a large bag, Moen arrived at the port and was taken to a warship by a sergeant, who arranged a single dormitory.

Because he is not a combatant, Morn has no mission on the ship this time and can rest in the cabin until he reaches Marineland.

Of course, it is still difficult to practice on a ship.

As for the special training ground, Moen is just a second lieutenant and does not have the right to enter.

Near noon, Moen felt the shaking of the warship, and the scenery outside the circular window began to change.

The warship has left port!

Moen came to the deck, where some soldiers were working hard to fix the anchor, and then kept running on the deck to deal with things.

Moen, who was supposed to be training at this time, suddenly became free. Some soldiers even saw Moen saluting, which made Moen a little uncomfortable. After all, he had been a soldier for several years.

You know, even the black-armed Zefa only became a corporal at the age of 28.

Of course, that era was not as crazy as this era.

Morne has roughly established the timeline through the bounties placed on some famous figures out to sea.

For example, Moen saw an army-wide announcement in Rekha's office.

"Supernova [Fire Fist] Portcas D. Ace has a bounty of 130 million Baileys and has entered the new world."

"Haha, Ace has just gone to sea. Two to three years before the departure of the protagonist, there are still four years left in Generation of Evil. It is really a wonderful timeline."

Moen continued to use the shaver in his room to move short distances.

You must get used to moving at super high speed as soon as possible, otherwise, you may waste the fruit you want.

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Sailing on the sea is very boring, and naval soldiers must ignore this irritating feeling.

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Moen had been practicing short-distance shaving for most of the day, and the sweat all over his body was like raindrops, soaking the steel ground.

On the main ship not far away, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel put down the teacup in his hand and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, this little guy won't let me down."

On the side, Zhan Taomaru was chewing an apple boredly, "What do you mean, Mr. Lieutenant General?"

"Haha, the Naval Academy may have something good going on."

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel narrowed his eyes. From what he saw and heard, he felt that Morn could already condense the iron block into any part of his body.

Moreover, outside the iron block, there is also armed domineering energy!

"Looking at" the dark armed domineering force, the Flying Squirrel couldn't help but gulp down his saliva. Although he knew that he had such a genius, except for the first glimpse of Morn Breakthrough Swordsman, he paid no attention to him after that.

As a result, you are now telling me that this little guy has at least the strength of a school officer?

"Shaving, finger gun, iron block, moon step, iron-cutting swordsman, armed color, hahaha, Teacher Zefa, you have to thank me for bringing you such a good seedling."

The flying squirrel held the long sword at his waist and smiled heartily.

Zhan Taowan on the side narrowed his eyes and swallowed the apple in his mouth.

"Is that boy so powerful?"

Zhan Momomaru himself is proficient in the six moves and has a good armament. If what Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel said is true, the difference between Morn and Zhan Momowan is only in terms of physical strength and physical fitness.

"Freak!" Zhan Momowan complained silently.

"The same freaks as those three monsters!"

The flying squirrel thought of something and added a complaint in his mind.

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