Chapter 18: Fortunate Zephyr

The surrounding students gazed in astonishment at everything happening on the field. Who am I? Where am I? Is that Uchiha Chika really just a student like us?

"So, this is what Chika meant by his ability to control gravity and repulsion? He's really cool!" exclaimed one of Chika's roommates, a chubby guy with blonde hair, named Bridge, in excitement.

Glerfus, unable to maintain his tough guy facade any longer, wiped the sweat off his forehead and ignored Bridge's shameless act of acknowledging Chika as his boss.

Binz thought about his own Devil Fruit ability and wondered if he had eaten a fake Devil Fruit.

"You brat... with that kind of power just now, are you a Devil Fruit user?" Zephyr returned to the field, not having suffered any significant injuries, only some dust on his clothes.

As an Admiral, it should be noted that even if an ordinary pirate were to endure both Bansho Ten'in and Shinra Tensei, one positive and one negative force, they would either die on the spot or be heavily injured and cough up blood.

Although Chika had used less than half of his strength with that last attack, seeing Zephyr's state made him aware of the gap between himself and an Admiral. After all, Admirals were among the pinnacle of power in the world of pirates.

He still had a long way to go. He needed to quickly improve his physical strength because, regardless of the ability, physical strength was always the foundation.

Exiting Sage Mode, Chika briefly explained that his ability was a racial trait. The Uchiha clan, as descendants of the Sage, could rightfully possess such abilities.

"A racial trait? There's still such a race on the high seas. Are all your people like you?" Zephyr asked eagerly.

"No, there's been some incident. I'm already the last bloodline of the Uchiha clan," Chika replied.

"Unfortunately," Zephyr felt a bit disappointed. However, upon further thought, he realized that if the number of such individuals increased, what kind of price would it take to win them over?

Moreover, not everyone wanted to join the Marine's like Chika. If people like Chika were to become pirates, the situation would be even more dangerous.

At least now the Navy had Chika as a promising talent. Zephyr believed that with Chika's talent, even among their clan, he would be a genius among geniuses. Otherwise, the Uchiha clan would have dominated the world long ago!

Zephyr mentally gave a thumbs up to Sengoku for handling the matter so well. He looked at Chika with increasing satisfaction and decided not to bother with these new recruits today.

"Good! I have demonstrated the Navy's Six Styles once. Go back and review them thoroughly today. Tomorrow, we will focus on physical training. The Six Styles are just empty skills without a strong physique to support them!"

After saying that, Zephyr disbanded the group and went back to prepare to digest the surprise Chika had brought him today.

The students who initially thought they would undergo grueling training on the first day didn't expect to pass through the day so smoothly. They looked at Chika in awe, then cheered and returned to the dormitories in groups.

Chika left the training ground accompanied by his three roommates. On the way back, Bridge was exceptionally excited.

"Chika is truly deserving of his reputation, even making that Teacher Zephyr back down!"

Chika corrected him, "That was because Teacher Zephyr was completely unprepared, and even if he fell for it, he would have been fine. He truly deserves his former title as an Admiral."

Glerfus chimed in, "That was already impressive. But I'm even more amazed by someone's audacity, comparable to the walls of a fortress!"

Bridge knew that Glerfus was mocking him and sarcastically retorted, "Indeed, the walls are growing grass."

He was mocking Glerfus's sideburns. Bridge had always believed that with Glerfus's age in his early twenties, having a full beard and that arrogant expression made him look like a pig with a sprig of green onion—pretentious!

These two seemed to have been at odds since they first met and couldn't help but exchange jabs. The frequency was so high that even Chika and Binz had gotten used to it.

Speaking of Binz, he was like a closed-off gourd, rarely speaking. He preferred to communicate through eye contact.

Binz silently gave Chika an admiring look, and Chika acknowledged it, thinking that these three roommates of his were truly extraordinary. It seemed like the days ahead wouldn't be too boring.