Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

　　The feeling of electric shock therapy is too painful, it is simply sour and refreshing that penetrates deep into the soul and bone marrow.

　　Roy would rather run to death than bear it again.

　　However, this is the tune of being first in everything...

　　Well, TM is really self-disciplined.

　　As if the heels were filled with lead, the lack of oxygen in the lungs even caused the vision in front of him to become a little blurry.

　　But still no one gave up.

　　Hundreds of young people, shouting slogans under the scorching sun, ran to their heart's content, setting off billowing dust.

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　　"Why did this fellow Zefa let us all run over here today?"

　　In the distance from the school grounds, several figures with a mighty abyss like mountains stood side by side.

　　One of the old men with Moganxi hairstyle squinted at the young figures on the school ground and said suddenly.

　　There is an obvious scar under his left eye, and the whole person looks majestic and domineering.

　　The Marshal of the Navy Headquarters, the steel frame is empty.

　　"Who knows, that old bastard has been complaining about the poor quality of our admissions these days..."

　　Beside the steel bone Kong, the Buddha Sengoku in the general uniform shook his head and smiled.

　　clack clack-

　　The crisp voice from the side made Sengoku frown. He turned his head and cursed at Garp, who was eating senbei beside him.

　　"Kapp, you bastard, stop now!!"

　　"When are you still eating!?"

　　"What kind of system did the freshmen see!?"

　　Karp put the last piece of senbei into his mouth, then buttoned his nostrils and said indifferently:

　　"What if you see it?"

　　Warring States was full of black lines, turned his head, and decided not to pay attention to this two hundred and fifty again.

　　At this moment,

　　There was a crackling sound from the distant school grounds.

　　"Clap clap clap!!!"

　　"Run for the old man!! Too slow, too slow!!"

　　The three of them were suddenly stunned, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they were stunned.

　　Because they actually saw that Zefa guy carrying a crane gun and fired at the group of freshmen running for a long time! !

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Chapter 11

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　　Looking at the muzzle of the heavy machine gun in the distance on the school field, which was frantically pouring out fire, Sora and Sengoku looked at each other, black lines appeared on their heads, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

　　"Is this how Zefa teaches and trains?"

　　Sora turned his head in confusion and asked Sengoku.

　　As a marshal, he never cared about the affairs of the military academy, nor did he have the time or mind to do so.

　　His most important responsibility is to formulate the overall development strategy of the Navy Headquarters, and to represent the forces of "justice" in the world to connect with the work of the world government.

　　For him, the military academy only needs to be handed over to Zefa with peace of mind.

　　As long as Zefa is given sufficient power, he can provide the Navy with a steady stream of excellent young officers.

　　The little guys in the army who are now recognized as "monsters" were all taught by Zefa.

　　But what he didn't expect at all was that Ze Fa, who had entered the state of "Chief Instructor", was so terrifying, he was like a devil.

　　Did this bastard of emotion use all the fighting spirit and violent temper of going to the battlefield on his students?

　　No wonder every Teacher's Day, I propose to let the old students who have graduated from the military academy go back to school to visit their teachers. The faces of the little guys are like dead parents, and they would rather go out to sea to perform missions.

　　Emotionally, they were all frightened by Zefa.

　　Warring States shook his head with a dull expression, thinking that if there is nothing to do, don't provoke Zefa's violent temper.

　　He swallowed his saliva with a grunt, and said with a dry throat:

　　"Marshal Kong, you know, I never care about the military academy, and that guy Zefa won't let others interfere..."

　　What a joke, you can't carry this pot yourself!

　　No wonder Polsalino gnashed his teeth every time he mentioned his teacher Zefa. It is estimated that he was abused like this back then.

　　Unlike the two of them, Garp next to him couldn't help laughing.

　　"Hahahaha!! Good look!!"

　　"It's just as ruthless as it was back then!"

　　While speaking, he still didn't know where to take out a toothpick to pick his teeth.

　　Sora and Sengoku were stunned when they heard the words, and their eyes were suddenly dazed.

　　Their eyes looked at Zefa, who could no longer hold back and charged towards the freshmen with a heavy machine gun, on the school grounds. A sigh of relief appeared on the corners of their mouths.

　　Yes,

　　They seemed to be like that back then.

　　Among the first generation of naval elites, Sengoku, Karp, and Zefa were the same as the current Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru. They were all unique and amazing geniuses in the military.

　　But one thing is definitely different.

　　That is, Zefa's talent is actually far inferior to Sengoku and Garp, and even less than Akainu's three bastards.

　　But ah, it was the purple-haired brat back then, with unparalleled perseverance and will, and shouldering the training intensity of other people several times or even dozens of times, that abruptly killed a star in that era of twinkling stars. Come your own way.

　　He doesn't have any unique talent,

　　If it has to be said,

　　That is he is a genius of hard work and self-discipline! !

　　can't remember,

　　Sengoku and Garp can't remember how many early mornings or late nights, Zefa got up from the bed while they were still sound asleep, training hard against the cold wind and heavy rain.

　　gritted teeth, bleeding...

　　After so many years, purple-haired old bastard, you still haven't changed at all...

　　"The freshmen can't hold it anymore."

　　Just as Sengoku and Garp recalled the ignorant green years of the past and couldn't help but smile, Sora suddenly spoke.

　　After hearing this, the two cast their eyes on the school field again.

　　Weight-bearing long-distance running is a task that tests physical fitness.

　　It is only possible to complete such a challenge perfectly if you breathe evenly, adjust your state, and save your physical strength as much as possible.

　　Ke Zefa mentioned that the heavy machine gun fired behind him like a mad dog, completely disrupting the footsteps and breathing rhythm of the freshmen, and suddenly pushing all of their physical strength to the limit.

　　In a state of extreme physical and mental tension, the consumption of physical strength will soar at an exponential rate.

　　of course,

　　Zefa's actions are nothing more than to create the effect on the battlefield as much as possible.

　　To know,

　　On a battlefield full of bullets,

　　Where is the opportunity to allow your surroundings to adapt to the rhythm of your breathing and footsteps?

　　You can only force yourself to adapt to the chaotic battle situation and situation around you!

　　This is what a qualified soldier should do! !

　　"It is estimated that the limit will soon be reached."

　　"A lot of people have fallen behind."

　　Warring States nodded.

　　In that long queue, twenty or thirty people had completely fallen behind, and they were even lying on the ground tired.

　　Even those excellent seedlings in the first-class training sequence, such as Smog, Huoshaoshan, and Ghost Spider, have obviously slowed down and become flustered.

　　"what?"

　　"That kid..."

　　At this moment, Sora suddenly made a suspicious voice.

　　Sengoku and Garp both stared blankly.

　　Because they all found a figure.

　　A figure that ran at the forefront from the beginning.

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