Pirates on Top of the War: I Will Stand In the Sky

'and many more! handle my business? ’

Ian was slightly startled, and just wanted to ask and object.

"Wait a minute, old man..."

Unfortunately, before Ian could finish speaking, the Warring States seemed to be taking revenge, grabbed the back of Ian's neck, and threw it towards the center of the training ground.

For a time, under the almost irresistible power of Sengoku, Ion was thrown into the air like a parabola.

"Damn old man!"

Ian couldn't help scolding, and then in order to avoid falling a dog and chewing on the mud, Ian suddenly stepped on the void with his feet.

Accompanied by two "dong dong" sounds, some reluctant use of "Navy Six-Moon Step" came out, allowing Ion to adjust his posture in mid-air and land smoothly.

"Old man, what do you want to do?!" Ian, who fell to the ground, felt inexplicably uncomfortable and asked.

"Don't you want a woman stronger than you to be your partner? I am naturally satisfying you." Sengoku replied.

? ?

Ian's eyes widened. Could it be that Warring States is going to give him the whole blind date when he is only sixteen?

The next moment, Yan's domineering sense of sight suddenly sensed something, and his body instinctively turned to the side.

"Whoosh!"

In the next instant, a golden flying slash passed by Ion's side, leaving a deep trace on the ground.

And Ion turned his head to look at the source of the master of the flying slash, and it was the girl who had been standing quietly beside Admiral Crane before.

Facing Ion's gaze, the tall girl, wearing a pink top and a "justice" cape, held a long golden knife in one hand, walked towards Ion and said.

"Captain, Gion, please advise."

Gion? !

Future Admiral Candidate "Peach Rabbit" Gion?

Ion was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, realizing why he felt a little familiar when he just looked at Gion.

It's just that the current Gion is very different from the glamorous long-legged lady with Japanese hairstyle in the future.

Hmm... Except for the legs, they are so round and slender.

Today's Gion has a long straight black head and looks more like a girl next door with big eyes.

However, at this moment, Gion's expression was flat and a little resentful, as if he was very dissatisfied with Ion.

"Wait, Captain Gion, don't do it yet, and have a good talk."

Ian waved his hands again and again, hoping to exchange time for a peaceful exchange with Gion, rather than this brutal sword confrontation.

"There is nothing to talk about. The proposal of the Warring States General to Sister Crane is that you and I have a competition. If you lose, you will be my husband and join the navy." Gion said.

"Then I won?" Ion asked subconsciously.

As soon as these words came out, Gion's original expression became even more ugly.

And the Warring States in the distance had an expression of watching a good show, while secretly secretly laughing, he said loudly.

"Bastard, if you can even defeat Captain Gion, the 'new star' of the Navy's generation, that's enough to show that you have the ability to protect yourself, and naturally you can join the Navy obediently."

"Old bastard, I oppose this unfair fight, I don't accept it!" Ion shouted.

"Sorry, objection is invalid."

As the words of the Warring States fell, Gion's round and slender legs stepped on the spot, but they appeared in front of Ian in an instant, and the golden long knife slashed towards Ian with a stern look.

'What a skilled naval six-style shaved! ’

Ian was startled, and when he saw the domineering launch, he judged the trajectory of the famous sword "Golden Pi (Tong Pi)" in Gion's hand, and ducked to the side and rear.

Ian's hair stood on end,

shouted rather embarrassedly. "Hey, hey, what you're thinking of is not to defeat me, but to kill me directly?"

In this regard, Gion responded with a rather cold smile to Ion, and "Kimpira" came after Ion even more.

Every stab is not far from the key point, and some even go straight to the special key point of Ion.

"Don't do that, I'm a victim too."

Every time Ian dodged in an embarrassing manner, jumping back and forth between the training grounds, he hurriedly explained.

What's strange is that the attack of Gion is like a violent storm, and the famous sword "Golden Pilu" dances more and more quickly, as if it may open up Yen at any time, but it is always dangerous and dangerous by Yen. Dodging with extreme posture.

For a time, Ion was like a black butterfly dancing on the tip of a knife.

And Gion is like a pink rabbit, constantly trying to catch this black butterfly.

On the edge of the training ground, General Crane couldn't help but comment.

"Warring States, if he really is as you said, his flaws are obvious, but he can be called an excellent child."

Sengoku watched the battle on the training ground intently, ready to rescue him at any time, but his tone pretended to be relaxed.

"Yeah, the problem of physique is the shortcoming of this bastard. Even armed with domineering, the six naval styles are limited to mastering the fur, and it is difficult to make progress, but the attainment in the domineering of knowledge is no longer under the general admiral of the navy. even stronger."

"Then why don't you let this kid specialize in guns and use his excellent knowledge and domineering to carry out long-distance sniping. Even if his physical weakness will not affect his combat power at all, he can maximize his own advantages." Lieutenant General Crane asked suspiciously.

"This bastard refused, on the grounds that 'it's better to fencing than to shoot guns alone for a lifetime', although it's a bit strange, but he can only let him." Warring States said helplessly.

Lieutenant General Crane is a little unclear, so he can only assume that this is Yan's hobby.

After being dodged by Ion for hundreds of knives in a row, Gion's eyes became sharper.

The next moment, Ian's eyes under the glasses shrank slightly, but he sensed something through the arrogance of seeing and hearing.

"Ichito-ryu, Vira Dance"

In an instant, a large number of frantic flying slashes erupted centered on Gion, and almost instantly completely submerged a large area including Ion.

"Boom..."

A puff of smoke rose.

"Amazing domineering look, Ion." Gion, who stood with a knife in his hand, praised with a fierce momentum.

"Thank you for the compliment."

As Ion's voice sounded in a puff of smoke, a gust of sea breeze blew through, revealing Ion's figure again.

At this moment, with Ion as the center, there are a lot of dense knife marks left on the surrounding ground, and the density is daunting.

Gion turned his head slightly, glanced at Ion's condition, and said. "You are the first to be covered by this move, but choose a way other than hard resistance to deal with it, and ... intact."

"Sorry, my conditions do not allow me to use the Navy Sixth Form Iron Block to resist other people's attacks, and..."

Ian raised his hand, revealing the tattered sleeve, and said.

"It's not intact, the clothes are rotten, and I almost got my arm cut off."