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Sengoku's face darkened as he observed the scene below. Finn, the young upstart, had somehow managed to whip 2,000 female soldiers into shape. The discipline, the precision... it was almost unbelievable.

Garp, however, couldn't hide his joy. "Haha! That's my grandson! He's really pulled together a team!" His booming laugh echoed across the training grounds. He glanced around. "Where's Finn?"

"Grandpa, I'm up here."

A voice called from the rooftop opposite. Everyone's eyes turned to see Finn lounging on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling lazily. He held a drink in his hand, sipping playfully, seemingly carefree.

"Yo~ The star of the show has appeared!" Kizaru smirked, his lips curling as he glanced up at Finn. The sight of the young man was nothing like the typical Marine commander. Wild, carefree, completely at ease, yet... there was something more.

Kizaru's thoughts raced. How had someone like him managed to pull this off? Training a force of 2,000 soldiers into such perfect formation was no easy feat. Even experienced generals couldn't manage that in two months.

Aokiji's eyes glinted with interest. "Is this Garp's grandson? Quite the impression he leaves."

Sengoku, on the other hand, was far from amused. "Finn! What the hell is going on here?"

Finn raised an eyebrow, pretending confusion. "What's going on?"

"Don't play dumb!" Sengoku snapped, his voice sharp. "These soldiers didn't want to follow you before. What did you do to change that? Some kind of trick?"

Finn spat out his drink, feigning offense. "Trick? Please! They didn't like me because of you, Grandpa Sengoku. You were always stirring the pot."

The crowd stifled laughter, but the air was thick with tension. Sengoku's face reddened in frustration. "Finn, how did you get them to follow you?"

Finn grinned, leaning back on the roof, gnawing on a chicken leg. "Isn't it obvious? It's my charm."

"Nonsense!" Sengoku barked, fuming. "Why do they listen to you so much?"

Finn shrugged, then looked down at the female Marines below. "Tell Marshal Sengoku why you follow me."

At his command, the soldiers broke formation, their military precision vanishing as they transformed into cheerful, lively young women.

"Because Master Finn is our hero!"

"He showed us what it means to be true Marines!"

"And he rewards us with Michelin-star meals!"

The soldiers' enthusiastic voices filled the air, their loyalty clear. Their words stunned the audience. Finn had somehow captured the hearts of these Marines through sheer charisma—and a well-placed incentive of gourmet food.

Sengoku clenched his fists, but there was no denying it: these women were loyal to Finn. The male soldiers nearby burned with envy, watching as their female counterparts practically worshipped Finn.

Sengoku, trying to regain control, snorted. "Training is one thing, but war isn't about formation or food! Command and strength are what matter! Prepare for the simulation battle!"

At that, Finn gestured toward Susie. "Assemble," she ordered sharply.

In a matter of seconds, the scattered soldiers reformed into a perfect 40x50 block. The transformation was flawless, their discipline shocking everyone once again.

Crane, a Vice Admiral, watched in awe. "With leadership like Finn's, give him another six months, and this force will be a true powerhouse."

Beside her, Momousagi, another Vice Admiral, glanced thoughtfully at Finn.

Her heart fluttered. "They say he's just a troublemaker... but could someone like that train an army like this?" Her gaze lingered on him as he gnawed on his chicken leg, a rogue smile on his lips.

Stolo Berry, on the other hand, sneered. "Sengoku's right! What's the point of all this? Does Finn even understand the first thing about real combat?"

"Keep your voice down," someone muttered. "You don't want Garp to hear."

On the training ground, Hina, the so-called Marine Goddess of War, narrowed her eyes at Finn. "Master Finn, if you're so confident in your army, why don't you come down and lead them yourself?"

Finn waved dismissively. "Nah, if I get involved, it'll be too easy. I'd hate to embarrass you."

Hina clenched her fists, anger flashing in her eyes. "Arrogant fool!" She took a deep breath, her voice low and threatening. "You should know that overconfidence leads to defeat. Your army may look impressive, but looks won't win a battle."

Finn smirked, still lounging lazily. "Believe what you want."

A sudden notification chimed in Finn's mind:

Ding! Please choose:

1.-Join the battle personally, and lead the army to victory. Reward: 2,500 particle weapons!

2.-Refuse to fight, and throw a chicken leg at Hina. Reward: 2,500 sets of particle armor!

3.-Bet Hina you can defeat her without even joining the army. Reward: 2,500 particle weapons + 2,500 particle suits + 2,500 particle teleportation rods!