The bloody hand Mary of the pirate

"Your Majesty Mary!"

After the disbandment was announced, several people dispersed. Some were still staying at the training ground to train, and some were obviously going to familiarize themselves with the geographical environment of the headquarters.

Mary, on the other hand, was ready to adjust her condition and go back to sleep first.

However, not long after she left, an extra-large blue dumpling wrapped itself around her.

Mary's mouth twitched slightly as she felt Duschi's chin rubbing hard against her head.

"Dasiqi...come down quickly, I can't walk."

After Mary finished speaking, Dusky got off Mary obediently and stood still.

At this time, Mary looked back and found that her temperament was very different from a month ago.

The whole body of the person has grown, becoming straight and sharp, like a famous sword unsheathed, showing its sharp edge without losing its simplicity and uprightness.

Recalling her profile, Mary could understand why she could come here after Smoker went "AWOL" to suppress Rogge Town alone and went to sea several times to wipe out dozens of pirate groups.

Judging from her current momentum, what Mary left behind is indeed of great use.

"Very good, Dusky." Mary said with a smile, "When I left, I told you that you should follow my footsteps as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, we met again in just one month."

Dasqi scratched her head in embarrassment and said:

"Compared with Lady Mary...it's still far behind. I haven't been able to keep up with you yet."

Say so. She took out the exaggeratedly long sword from her waist.

"I can make such rapid progress thanks to the knife you left behind!"

"Although I had difficulty using such a long knife at first, as time went on, I felt more and more integrated with the knife."

"Furthermore, Lady Mary, you said that this sword was once used by a great swordsman, right?"

Taschi was so excited that her eyes were filled with stars, she held up the Captain Bizen Hikari and said:

"I was dreaming about him!"

"The great swordsman calls himself Sasaki Kojiro, and uses this sword to wield various sword skills. That is a style that I have never been exposed to before!"

"I think this must be a famous sword passed down from generation to generation. It bears the thoughts of its former owner. It is a sword of loyalty!"

Mary couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Daschi who was talking so engrossedly.

It still hasn't changed. Although his momentum and strength have changed a lot, Dasqi's naive character has not changed at all.

But what she said was right. This sword did incorporate Sasaki Kojiro's own kendo insights, but this method of teaching was indeed beyond Mary's expectation.

"Then let me ask you, did this great swordsman teach you [Secret Sword: Yan Hui]?"

Mary suppressed a smile and asked Dusky.

"Uh...no."

Dusky looked at Mary blankly, a little confused by her question.

"No..." Mary raised her head and said thoughtfully: "Maybe you are not strong enough?..."

Hearing this, Dasqi looked at Mary with some excitement and asked:

"Your Excellency Mary... Do you know this great swordsman? I think he is very elegant... Can you tell me his story?"

Mary patted Dusky's hand and said with a smile:

"Of course, let's talk as we walk."

After that, Mary took Dusqi to visit the Navy Headquarters. It had been several days since she came to the headquarters. Although Mary was not very familiar with it, it was still easy to take Dusqi to walk around some of the more common places.

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Along the way, Mary also briefly explained the story of Sasaki Kojiro to Daschi, giving him a rough idea of ​​this man.

That is to say, just change the nationality to Wano. There is no big problem in copying other things.

After shopping late at night, the two of them went back to their dormitories to rest.

It is worth mentioning that, perhaps out of some special considerations, the Warring States Period arranged the dormitories of several people relatively close to each other, and——

They are all in this building of Qing Pheasant.

Qing Pheasant: "..."

I became a nanny, right, Marshal of the Warring States Period?

Qing Pheasant lay down again.

…

Late at night, Zefa looked at the notebook in front of him and thought alone.

[Mary Vinicius has a cold personality, but at the same time she is quite passionate. Although she has a sense of justice, she is too extreme and violent, and she seems a little confused about the justice she insists on. 】

[Abraham Enshia Aroskaya has a somewhat crazy personality and no clear beliefs. She seems to be interested in Mary. Her behavior is rather weird and she seems to like teasing others very much and takes pleasure in doing so. 】

[Zzisław Kuhlman, maturity and stability is just an appearance. He is pursuing inner justice. After losing his country and wandering for many years, he is eager to find a spiritual sustenance. 】

[Selence Ashe, an introverted girl, does not have a strong will, but she can stand firm in the face of big things. Moreover, her understanding of combat is unexpectedly mature. 】

[Dasqi, it seems... following Mary's footsteps? 】

Zefa looked at the analysis of several people's personalities in his notebook and fell into deep thought.

His conversations with the students during the day were not as simple as just getting some basic information. The navy's intelligence department was enough to detect the composition of their strength. His purpose was to figure out the personalities of these people and then prescribe the right medicine.

This is his last group of students, and also the most important group of students. What he wants to cultivate is not just strong men in terms of strength.

Strength and heart are both indispensable.

And what should their belief be?

Is the navy justice...?

At night, the lights in Zefa's room flickered on and off.

…

At half past five the next morning, Mary had already arrived at the meeting point.

Her special physique means that she does not have to sleep and can get up whenever she wants. So just in case, she came a little early.

And sure enough, Zefa was already waiting here.

"Yes, Mary, you are the first one here."

Zefa nodded and continued to look at the time.

And Mary didn't answer much, she just stood aside and leaned against the wall in a daze.

Within about ten minutes, the members arrived one after another.

Even though he was the last one to arrive, the time was not later than 5:50.

Seeing the students gathered together, Zefa put away the notebook in his hand and strode towards a room.

"Come with me."

Many students looked at each other and followed Zefa in three steps and two steps at a time.

When everyone was in the room and found a suitable place to sit down, Zefa stood on the main seat, looked around everyone, and slowly said:

"Good morning everyone."

"You come from all over the world and from different forces. You have different backgrounds and different origins."

"And you are all here today. Before starting the formal training, I ask you, why are you here?"

Zefa spoke with a serious face. He stood there like a statue, his face was like a stone carving, cold and hard at the same time, and extremely oppressive.

Even Mary felt her scalp numb when facing Zefa like this and did not answer.

And Dasqi was even more paralyzed, and lowered her head a little weakly.

This small movement caught Zefa right, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Dasqi.

"You, get up and answer my questions."

"Why did you come here?"

Dasqi's expression froze, she stood up and said in a stiff and slow voice:

"Because...because I am a navy, I want to come here, this is natural!"

"Hmph, wrong, totally wrong." Zefa snorted coldly, "Look how many of the people sitting here are from the navy?"

"Your answer is not up to par. Sit down."

Although Zefa scolded him, Dasqi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, and quickly sat down, his palms already sweating.

Zefa glanced around and found that everyone was more or less confused and calm.

He sighed secretly in his heart and nodded at Mary.

"Mary, answer my question."

Mary stood up, thought solemnly for a moment, and tentatively said:

"For justice?"

"What kind of justice?"

Mary's eyelids twitched fiercely.

She now has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu as she went to school in her previous life and was called on by the teacher to answer questions - it seems that this is indeed true.

Justice...this proposition is a bit too ambitious.

Mary had a premonition that Zefa was about to say something "rebellious".

Zefa in the original work originally had this tendency to be rebellious.

Taking a deep breath, Mary replied:

"To protect the order and rules of the sea, to fight for the legitimacy of law and government, and to fight for the survival of the world. This is justice and the reason why we raise our swords and guns."

For a moment, the room fell into silence. After a long time, Zefa waved his hand and motioned for her to sit down.

After seeing Mary sit down, Zefa spoke:

"Yes, but not entirely."

"Let me ask you, who does the government exist for? Is it the people?"

Hearing this, Mary's heart skipped a beat and her face turned pale.

Unlike other ignorant people, Mary, who has read the original work, probably guessed what Zefa wanted to say behind the scenes.

Hey hey...

Mary looked at Zefa in disbelief.

Whether it's He or Zefa, in the end, except for Sengoku, it seems that all the other veteran lieutenant generals have [the heart of disobedience]?

"Is not it?"

A young man from the navy asked with a frown.

Zefa looked at the young man and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, he nodded.

"It's great that you have such an ideal."

"But, boy, if everything you believe to be the truth is just a superficial appearance, the true core cannot be touched by the justice of the navy. The legitimacy of the government you think will no longer exist, how should you make a choice?"

The young man's pupils shrank, and after a moment, he said in a dubious tone:

"Can you judge for yourself?"

"Then how do you know whether your idea is right or wrong!?"

Zefa's question made the young man speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

With a long sigh, Zefa looked at his last group of students.

He knew that the short time in the training camp was not enough for him to hand over his ideas and thoughts to them, let alone to make them understand the current situation of the navy.

But he must at least plant a seed. The fire he left for the navy should not be left for those pig-dog-like Dracos.

"Anyone can talk it out. But how many people can do it?"

Zefa said with a sneer, his tone unavoidable with sarcasm.

He doesn't know whether he is really mocking everyone who seems to him to be innocent, or he is just trying to make a fool of himself but not being able to do so.

"Before facing the cruel truth, all the concepts of justice you are proposing now are just words on paper in my opinion!"

"I must explain to you - in my opinion, the navy is not justice. It may have been in the past, but at least it is not now. Your eyes cannot yet see the hidden things in this world. When your status and strength are sufficient in the future,

At that time, some of you, your beliefs, your morals, and your ideas will be crushed to pieces."

"All I can teach you is the power of fighting. But only after you understand the truth, if you can still pick up the courage to fight for [justice], then you will be considered truly strong."

"I hope that when you are really needed in the future, you can raise the swords and guns in your hands for [justice]. Only in this way will my teachings be meaningful."

"Now, I will start to explain our training arrangements for the next month."

Mary didn't hear what Zefa said next.

Zefa's words echoed deafeningly in Mary's ears.

Among all the students here, only Mary fully understood what Zefa was talking about.

But it was precisely because of this that Mary felt shocked.

She can understand these things because she was once an outsider and has a God's perspective, so she can analyze these things clearly.

But Zefa, as an insider with insufficient information, was able to make such shocking remarks at this time.

He is inoculating people like himself against the future opposition to the World Government and even the Celestial Dragons.

When the truth about the Navy and the World Government is revealed, the legitimacy of the Navy as a violent institution of the World Government will also be lost. At that time, the Navy will be nothing more than a glamorous giant pirate group.

The only way to get out of that state is to have an independent navy.

And Zefa... isn't what he's talking about now just to leave a seed in everyone's minds, waiting for the right time to sprout?

Mary looked at Zefa, who was seriously explaining his future study arrangements, with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.

At this time, Mary was willing to call him -

Teacher Zefa.

…

The arrangements for the next month are very simple. First of all, Zefa has very high requirements for these carefully selected talents.

Within a month, every morning, Zefa would apply for some CP0s to teach the Six Styles. It sounds embarrassing to say, but in the Six Styles, the level of CP mastery is higher than that of the Navy.

To find a CP0 with a high enough level to teach Mary and others the six moves, the requirement is that Mary and others must master the most basic six moves within a month.

And every afternoon, Zefa will take everyone to do training. There are no specific requirements for this, but you can tell by Zefa's attitude. If he doesn't push a person to the limit of life and death, he will definitely not reduce the intensity of training.

Finally, every night, Zefa would invite Navy General Staff Officer He to give lectures on tactical command and strategic layout to the members of the special foreign team.

In Zefa's words, the Navy has devoted a large amount of educational resources to this class, so the people it trains cannot be reckless men who can only fight. A strong person who can take charge of one side must have sufficient strength and a strong strategy.

Eyesight is also a must.

At the end of a month, Hezhong will issue a paper to test everyone in the school. Those who cannot pass will be kicked into other classes.

Mary couldn't help but curl her lips at this course arrangement that just seemed a bit scary.

Well... there will be a lot of fun in the next month.

…

Mary Qiaoya, in a room on the second floor of Pangu City, looked at Erjia kneeling in front of her on one knee, and said in an incomprehensible tone of a man:

"Have you lost your memory? Are you sure it's true?"

"There is no mistake. I have confirmed that it is the genuine Crown Prince of Vinicius."

Erjia lowered her head and said softly, and then, as if she remembered something, she added:

"Although I am certain that it is His Majesty Vinicius, I am convinced by the emblem of the Livingston family on the back of His Majesty's neck. But there is something I must say."

"Um?"

"The crown prince of Vinicius seems to...become a three-eyed clan?"

There was a sudden silence in the air, and the man frowned tightly.

"...I understand." The man nodded and motioned for Erga in front of him to leave.

After Oga quickly retreated, the man sat on the throne, tapped his knuckles lightly, and said with a gloomy expression:

"Did she undergo human body modification? It's impossible to forge the clan emblem... So, you really made her suffer a lot... Old guys..."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of Pangu City at a fast pace and walked towards another building.

It was an ancient house with a Gothic style, which seemed a bit out of place in the glorious Mary Georgia. But the person who lived here was also a genuine Celestial Dragon.

The Tianlong man was sitting high on the balcony, watching his slaves busy in the garden in a leisurely manner.

When he saw the man entering his yard, his eyes moved, he stood up, leaned on the balcony railing, and joked:

"Yo yo yo, what kind of wind brought you here——"

"Livingston? Edwin St.?"