Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

It was a lovely afternoon tea time.

Former navy admiral and current navy recruit instructor [Black Wrist] Zefa has just finished his teaching work today.

He ordered his naval students to start practicing on their own, and then returned to his dormitory.

He first took a hot bath, then opened a bag of black tea given to him by General He and brewed it with hot water.

Of course, the snacks provided by Karp are also essential.

"Speaking of which, it's the weekend soon."

Zefa sat on his sofa, silently thinking about today's group of navy recruits.

From the training methods to the specific personal characteristics of each naval recruit, Zefa summarized them while drinking tea.

He tried to specify different training methods according to the different characteristics of each naval recruit.

This is actually a very tiring, complicated and tedious thing, but Zefa obviously enjoys it.

This is the path he chose.

Because his wife and children were killed by pirates, he could not eliminate the indiscriminate hatred for pirates in his heart. Therefore, Zefa judged that if he continued, he would definitely violate his wish to "not kill".

If that time comes, I will become a bastard who vents violence indiscriminately!

Are you going to be cruel to pirates?

Are you going to do whatever it takes to deal with pirates?

Then what is the difference between what you do and what you do as a pirate?

You are nothing but a "pirate's pirate"!

People who cannot restrain their desires are simply "the opposite of the enemy". They have no strength but no faith.

Such a person is not a "hero", and Zefa cannot accept that he has become like that.

Therefore, he chose to retire from the position of admiral and began to engage in the work of teaching new naval recruits.

…

"To restrain himself" - this is the fundamental reason why Zefa became a naval recruit instructor.

The direct reason why Zefa did this was that his first batch of students, that is, the few gangsters he recruited when he was an admiral, provided him with his initial ideas.

Among them, there is the naive and silly "Barlow".

…

When I first met Barlow, the burly boy with an exaggerated figure was going about his daily "fun" on an uninhabited island occupied by pirates.

Barlow grinned with a twisted smile of excitement, punching the heads of the pirates one after another into their own blood.

The so-called "drowning in one's own blood" must be such a scene.

Even the veteran navies around Zefa couldn't bear such a scene.

Some people even retched on the spot!

…

"Huh? Who are you?"

Barlow stood up and looked down at Zefa, who was several heads shorter than him.

"Navy? These pirates must be wanted criminals, right? I'll come to you to get the money in two days!"

Seeing that Zefa didn't reply, Barlow turned around and grabbed the money bag on the table next to him.

"Ahaha, I can be free for a while again!"

Barlow was about to turn around and leave, but Zefa suddenly stopped him.

[Black Wrist] clenched his fist and made a crackling sound.

"You brat, if you like fighting so much, why don't you come and fight with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fist was already waved out!

It's not Zefa's fist, it's Baloo!

This brawny man with an exaggerated figure, with his amazing combat awareness, had already seen through Zefa's inner thoughts long before Zefa spoke.

Barlow has seen many marines.

Some navies agreed with Barlow's behavior, believing that dealing with pirates requires unscrupulous means;

Some navy expressed understanding or indifference. They would not do that themselves, but they would not stop Barlow from smashing the pirate's head with his iron fist;

Some people said that Barlow's actions were too bloody and they were not ashamed to be associated with Barlow;

——The first two types of people are all "agreeing" with Barlow.

When facing the third type of navy, Barlow would often squat in front of that person, use his fists to form a small "telescope", look at the other person through the hole, and then ask with a grin:

"Is there any problem if I do this?"

The only result of his asking this question was that the self-proclaimed benevolent navy became silent and walked away quickly with a sullen face.

Ever since, this third type of navy has also become "agreeing" with Barlow.

But today, Barlow could clearly feel that the navy he met was obviously different from the other guys.

Barlow is a person who relies on intuition, and he feels that his intuition is absolutely infallible!

as expected--

The moment Barlow punched, Zefa's fist was wrapped in jet-black armed domineering energy, and then he faced him head-on!

boom!

The two fists collided with each other.

In terms of physical strength alone, Barlow had an undoubted advantage, but Zefa's fists were like bullets, crushing Barlow's offensive.

Almost instantly, Zefa's attack gained the upper hand!

But Barlow isn't one to sit still.

After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly adjusted his driving and pressed towards Zefa like a chariot!

Zefa's fist collided with Barlow's shoulder again. The former took half a step back, but the latter was suddenly thrown away and hit the far wall heavily.

"Phew, it's really a good after-dinner exercise!"

Zefa took off the cloak on his back, handed it to his adjutant, and then gave the order.

"Everyone, get out of this area!"

He took off his glasses and grinned.

"Come to think of it, I still like to teach those reckless and impulsive brats!"

…

Because of Zefa's order, no one except himself and Barlow knew how the battle went.

The navy soldiers who returned to the battle site only saw Zefa, who was sitting on the ruins smoking a cigarette, and Barlow, who was slumped aside with his nose and face swollen after being beaten.

Barlow has since become [Blackhand] Zefa's apprentice.

…

Time flies, and a long time has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Barlow grew from a midshipman to a lieutenant general in the Navy.

Zefa also experienced the tragedy of his family being massacred by pirates. He retired from the front line, resigned from his position as general, and became an instructor for new recruits in the navy.

Everything is changing.

Until recently.

Barlow was elected by Zefa and became the base director of the newly established G-T branch.

…

At this moment, Zefa was drinking his afternoon tea, thinking about his land where his mind was not very bright.

"Speaking of which, that brat didn't even give me a call. I don't know how he is doing in Alabasta?"

Even if Zefa doesn't admit it, it is a fact recognized by the navy.

For Zefa, Barlow is a "family member" - more accurately, a "son"-like existence.

It is natural for a father to care about his son.

At this moment, the phone next to Zefa suddenly rang.

Bulu, Bulu, Bulu... Bulu, Bulu, Bulu...

Um?

Could it be Barlow calling?

Haha, it can’t be such a coincidence!

…

It's really not that coincidental.

The caller was Sengoku.

Zefa answered the call with a slight disappointment, and then asked: "Warring States, what's the matter?"

It's a coincidence indeed.

Although the caller was not Barlow, the content of the call was closely related to Barlow.

Sengoku's almost roaring voice burst out through the phone bug.

"Zefa, your brainless apprentice is going to lead his navy branch to attack the country of Wano!"

Zefa: "..."

Zefa: "..."

Zefa: "..."

Zefa: "Huh?"