Victor Crowe

In the bustling halls of the East Blue Navy branch, the air was thick with the anticipation of new recruits. One by one, the eager applicants took their turn at the recruitment machine, their punches registering scores ranging from mediocre to passable. Colonel Baor, a seasoned officer overseeing the proceedings, watched with a discerning eye, unimpressed by the lackluster displays.

"Looks like nobody here is elite material this time," Baor remarked with a hint of disappointment, noting that none had scored above 20. But then, in a moment that shattered the mundane routine, a towering figure entered the fray. His massive frame, rippling with muscle, commanded attention as he approached the recruitment machine.

With a single punch, the machine was sent careening across the room, its metal casing bursting open upon impact. Colonel Baor's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld the newcomer's raw strength.

Hurrying forward, Baor addressed the imposing figure before him. "Are you here for navy recruitment?" he inquired, barely concealing his awe. Victor, with a nod, affirmed his purpose.

Baor wasted no time in his interrogation, firing off questions in rapid succession. "What's your full name, age, place of origin?" he demanded to know.

"I am Victor Crowe, 16 years old," Victor replied with an air of solemnity. "I've lived a solitary existence atop a mountain, cared for only by an elderly woman named Marta. She passed away two years ago, leaving me to fend for myself. As for my origins, Marta once told me she discovered me in a chest adrift at sea."

Baor listened intently, intrigued by the mysterious circumstances of Victor's upbringing. "And your reason for joining the navy?" he pressed further.

Victor's gaze hardened as he spoke with unwavering determination. "Power and women," he declared bluntly. "I aim to become the strongest, no matter the cost."

"Very well, Victor," Baor replied, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Welcome to the navy."

But before Victor could fully absorb the weight of Baor's words, the seasoned colonel extended an unexpected offer. "I have a proposition for you," Baor continued, his tone brimming with anticipation. "I'll grant you access to the elite selection enlistment, but on one condition: defeat me."

Victor's expression remained unchanged, his confidence unshaken. "You're sure?" he queried, his voice laced with skepticism.

Baor's smile widened, a hint of challenge flickering in his gaze. "Do it," he urged, assuming a fighting stance.

In a blur of motion, Victor launched into action. Before Baor could even react, he found himself doubled over in agony as Victor's fist collided with his stomach. The force of the blow sent him hurtling through the air, crashing into the solid structure of the navy building.

As Baor lay unconscious amidst the debris, Victor stood over him, a quiet menace emanating from his towering form. "This isn't even my full power," he remarked casually, his tone tinged with disdain. "You're weak."

The soldiers, witnessing the swift and brutal exchange, hastened to revive their fallen colonel. With a bucket of water, they roused Baor from his unconscious state, his abdomen throbbing with intense pain.

As Baor was escorted to the hospital, his mind reeled with the shock of his defeat, his thoughts consumed by the terrifying display of Victor's power. The legend of Victor Crowe, the navy's newest recruit, had begun with a single devastating punch.

In the dimly lit hospital room, Colonel Baor awoke with a start, his mind still reeling from the encounter with the formidable Victor Crowe. As he fumbled for his belongings, his hand brushed against an unexpected object nestled in his pocket—a phone bug.

With trembling fingers, Baor activated the bug, its soft but insistent ringing connecting him to the navy headquarters. On the other end, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's voice cut through the silence, brimming with authority.

"What's the matter, Baor?" Sengoku inquired, his tone betraying a hint of concern.

Baor's voice quavered slightly as he relayed the harrowing events that had transpired. "We have a situation, sir," he began. "We've recruited a monster—Victor Crowe. He's only 16 years old, yet he destroyed the power detector machine with a single punch and defeated me with incredible speed. His strength and aura are... unsettling, to say the least."

Sengoku's response was immediate, his disbelief palpable. "What?!" he exclaimed incredulously. "And he's just a teenager?"

Baor nodded, a sense of unease settling over him. "Yes, sir. But there's more. His motives for joining the navy are purely selfish—he seeks power and women. And his ambition knows no bounds. There's a darkness in him, Fleet Admiral, a beastly evil aura that I've never seen."

Sengoku's voice remained steady, his resolve unwavering. "That doesn't matter," he declared firmly. "We haven't had a recruit of this caliber in years. Do whatever it takes to keep him with us. I'll send a ship immediately to bring him to navy headquarters."

With a heavy heart, Baor complied, knowing that the arrival of Victor Crowe marked the beginning of a new and uncertain chapter for the navy—one that would test their resolve like never before.

In the bustling navy canteen, Colonel Baor approached Victor, who was devouring his meal with the voracity of a wild beast. Baor cleared his throat to get Victor's attention, and when he finally looked up, Baor spoke in a measured tone.

"Victor, I've spoken with Fleet Admiral Sengoku. A ship will arrive soon to take you to navy headquarters," Baor informed him.

Victor merely nodded in acknowledgment, his focus returning to the feast laid out before him. As he continued to consume food at an alarming rate, the chef approached Colonel Baor with a look of concern etched upon his face.

"Colonel, this guy eats like a glutton! Our food reserves won't last at this rate," the chef exclaimed in frustration.

Baor considered the situation for a moment before delivering his verdict with unwavering authority. "Buy more ingredients," he commanded firmly. "Keep him satisfied. The others can wait."

With a resigned sigh, the chef nodded in understanding, knowing that appeasing Victor's insatiable appetite was a small price to pay to ensure his cooperation. As Victor continued to indulge in his feast, the canteen bustled with activity, the staff scrambling to accommodate the demands of their newest recruit.