Chapter 17 - He's Only Twelve Years Old?!

Chapter 17 - He's Only Twelve Years Old?!

Boom! Boom!

The dull sounds of blows echoed like morning bells, ringing repeatedly in the ears of the surrounding recruits.

The recruits in the front were desperately trying to distance themselves from the silver-haired, fist-wielding youth in front of them.

The recruits in the back, however, were pushing forward, brandishing their weapons, forcing the ones in front towards Rosha.

They could see the occasional clearings on the platform and the figures flying back, coughing up blood.

Yet the sheer number of recruits surrounding them still gave them confidence that they could take down Rosha.

Besides, if the recruits in the front were being knocked away, what did it matter to those in the back?

They just needed to charge forward!

After all, the silver-haired monster in the middle was already surrounded by hundreds of people.

No way he could break through, right?

While thinking this, Rosha had already accumulated over a dozen wounds on his body.

His recruit uniform was slashed to tatters by long swords, hanging in shreds.

His skin was cut open, oozing crimson blood.

However, the cuts did not reach his muscles, let alone his bones.

Although Rosha's strength was immense and his punches incredibly fast, there were simply too many people attacking him at once.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot defeat four hands, and in this case, it wasn't just forty hands, but four hundred!

Amid the chaotic melee, countless swords still managed to strike his body.

The stinging pain from the wounds caused Rosha's eyes to redden slightly, his breathing becoming heavier.

"I must… move!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Rosha stomped down, shattering the platform beneath him and crushing the hard rock. He crouched low, dodging several gleaming blades, hands touching the ground, muscles coiling like springs.

The tendons in his legs tightened, coiling like compressed springs ready to release.

He spread his arms wide, like an eagle ready to soar, or the massive horn of a Triceratops from ancient times.

Boom!

The rocky ground shattered as Rosha's arms swung out, charging forward like an enraged bull, completely ignoring the flashing blades before him.

Rosha, with explosive power, charged forward like a high-speed sea train, unstoppable, plowing into the crowded group.

In just an instant, the recruits blocking his path crumbled completely.

The officers and commanders watching from the sidelines saw the dense crowd suddenly spill out of the platform.

One by one, recruits holding weapons were sent flying, crashing down like dumplings, landing with bruised and battered bodies, groaning in pain.

The 177th Branch's officers and commanders watched in astonishment, their mouths twitching.

"Is this really the strength of a recruit? Did Rear Admiral Adilla secretly bring in a naval officer from the main headquarters to suppress these unruly recruits?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The silver-haired youth weaved through the chaotic crowd, using the most brutal methods to send each rushing recruit flying.

Wherever he passed, the crowd scattered like sardines faced with a fierce shark, unstoppable.

"To defeat hundreds purely with physical strength… No wonder Admiral Sakazuki recruited him; he is extraordinary indeed. And he still looks somewhat youthful; he can't be older than seventeen or eighteen, right? To possess the strength equivalent to a branch captain at such an age… With a bit of training, he could match a major-level officer. This youth named Rosha has a limitless future."

Standing beside Akainu, Rear Admiral Adilla commented with admiration.

Akainu remained silent, standing with his arms crossed, watching the scene with an expressionless face.

Hearing Rear Admiral Adilla's comments, Hibari, DeNo, and others exchanged a knowing smile as they approached.

Daws chuckled as he walked up to Rear Admiral Adilla and casually remarked, "Rear Admiral Adilla, don't let Rosha's youthful appearance fool you; he's not seventeen or eighteen."

"Not seventeen or eighteen?" Rear Admiral Adilla mused, stroking his chin in thought before nodding in realization.

"Right, some people naturally look young. I've seen an elderly woman in the Grand Line who looked sixty or seventy, but she was actually 120 years old."

As he spoke, he glanced at Rosha on the platform. "Still, even if he's in his twenties, his strength and talent are remarkable. His future surely extends beyond the rank of captain; he could become a Rear Admiral or even a Vice Admiral at Marine Headquarters!"

Not far away, Hibari's face turned beet red, while DeNo's expression grew strange.

Daws snickered, "No, Rear Admiral Adilla, I mean Rosha isn't even seventeen or eighteen."

"Not seventeen or eighteen?" Rear Admiral Adilla seemed puzzled.

Before Daws could elaborate, Hibari, her face flushed, couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Uncle Adilla, Brother Rosha is twelve years old, just one year older than me!"

"Huh? Who's twelve?"

Rear Admiral Adilla was taken aback.

"Brother Rosha! Don't be fooled by his height; he's actually very gentle and shy. He only killed those pirates because he was heartbroken from losing his father and everything else in that disaster."

As Hibari spoke, she glanced worriedly at Rosha, battling fiercely on the platform.

Though she believed Rosha would win, she couldn't help but worry about him getting injured in such a tough fight.

DeNo's large, gentle hand patted Hibari's head, "Don't worry, little Hibari. That kid's skin is tough. Even if he gets hurt, he'll recover quickly after eating my food. Besides, there's Daws, the not-so-great doctor, right here."

"Who's not-so-great? I'm a certified, top-notch doctor!" Daws protested loudly.

As they bickered, Rear Admiral Adilla stood there, as if struck by a hammer, his face blank with shock, repeating:

"Twelve years old… twelve years old… He's only twelve years old, with no sign of training. A talent surpassing even the prodigies of CP9… a true monster-level genius. North Blue is blessed. I must tell Zephyr-sensei; this news will surely help him recover from his grief and add a new… Marine Admiral to our ranks!"

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