The first training camp of the Navy is held every three years, but outstanding candidates can apply for early graduation after the first year of enrollment.
Lukar has already planned to apply for graduation in advance. In the second half of the year, he will strive to learn Armed Color Haki and prepare to graduate and go overseas.
He has always believed that no strong person can be strong just by training, and it must require a lot of fighting.
According to the information from Teacher Zefa, elites such as Lukar and Sakaski are likely to be given the rank of school officer and own separate warships when they go to sea.
But the problem is that after going to sea, you can't just be a simple commander like a pirate. As a navy, you definitely need warship logistics.
Lukar, who has always been good at individual combat, is not good at management. He doesn't think he can manage a warship well.
Among all the students I have observed in the past six months, Nishizawa has the best talent in this area.
If you bring Caesar into your fleet, you can help yourself solve your biggest logistical problem.
"You want to apply for graduation in advance?" Caesar quickly understood what Lukar meant.
"Yes, if you have the chance, I hope you can come to my place."
A very direct invitation, in typical Lucal style.
"To be honest, I haven't thought that far ahead. Let me think about it."
Caesar thought for a while, but still couldn't make a decision. It was still early before graduation, and he still needed to think about it for a while.
"It's okay. I hope I can get good news from you before I graduate."
Lukar shook hands with Caesar and said sincerely.
He knew that it was indeed very early to invite, but if excellent students like Nishizawa did not consider leading the troops alone, there would be a large number of invitations from other people. Saying hello in advance might leave some good impressions.
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The next day, at the entrance of the training camp teaching building.
Lukar sat expressionlessly on the steps at the door, clutching a transcript tightly in his hand, his eyes looking a little hollow.
"Brother Lukar, what's your score in this test~"
A mean voice came from behind Lucal. Without looking back, he knew it was this guy Porusalino, who liked to talk behind his back every time.
Looking at Lucal who didn't reply, Porusalino took advantage of his height advantage, bent over and poked his head over to take a peek.
I saw 25 points written in big red letters at the top of the test paper, which was very conspicuous.
"25 points, that's terrible~ I still failed this time."
"Ah, I failed."
Lukar didn't even bother to look back. He got 25 points in the test based on his own ability. He accepted everything he said. This was already the limit of his ability.
I heard another set of footsteps, and based on what I had seen and heard, I discovered that it was Empress Sakaski.
Lukar immediately looked back excitedly, his eyes full of hope at Sakaski.
"Sakaski, what's your score on this test?"
A smile appeared on Sakaski's rigid face, and he raised the test paper generously.
"I didn't perform well this time, so I only got 65, which is just a passing grade."
That being said, the smile never left his face.
The word "pass" written in big words on the raised test paper was like a sharp sword piercing Lukar's heart.
His originally excited expression suddenly stiffened, and his facial expression returned to paralysis again, and he said two words bitterly.
"Congratulations."
Without Sakaski as his last companion, Lukar knew that there was no way to save him.
as expected.
At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the training camp notified the mid-year results report and adjusted the class classification of the students. Lukar was gloriously downgraded from the navy elite class to the ordinary class.
Originally, there were promotions and demotions between the two classes, but due to the cultural assessment, only Lucar was demoted.
He is still the top student in the elite class. He can be called a monster in a training camp filled with talented people. Such a student has actually been demoted.
This time, Lukar's reputation not only spread throughout the training camp, but also began to spread in the headquarters and naval academy.
The next day, Lukar left the elite class expressionlessly and walked towards the ordinary class. Strange looks came from everywhere along the way.
Ignoring all of this, he entered the ordinary class training venue and said hello to the instructor in charge of the ordinary class.
Although the regular class students here also look at Lukar from time to time, these students are not looking at him mockingly.
After being together for half a year, I also know that Lukar's strength will soon return, but I am a little amused by this way of downgrading.
Lukar didn't pay attention, he just discovered something that felt a little strange.
Instructor Zefa did not appear in the elite class today. He was a substitute instructor from a naval school.
Normally, Zefa is in the elite class most of the time, but this time he was neither there nor notified in advance.
After the regular training, Lukar went directly to the instructor's office and found that he was not there either. He touched his chin and thought about it.
Something is wrong. Ask Caesar, he has better information.
Walking to the door of the dormitory, Lukar was stopped by two men in black suits.
"You are Lukar, I am Ian from the CP department of the world government, and he is Spangdine. Now you can find a quiet place and I have something to announce to you."
The person who spoke was a fat man less than 1.5 meters tall, wearing a black top hat, and Spangdyne next to him was a tall man about 2 meters tall. The combination of the two looked a bit funny.
"World Government? If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Lukar asked with a puzzled look on his face, leaning down and looking down at Ian.
The World Government is a world international organization with the largest scale in the world and more than 170 member countries. The CP department and the Navy department are all subordinate organizations of the World Government.
For Lukar, the World Government has no good feelings at all.
Thinking back to when he was in the West Sea, he had been in the army for five years and had wiped out dozens of pirate groups, large and small, before he could reach the rank of sergeant. Normally, these meritorious deeds could lead to promotion to a colonel.
In the West Sea, gangster forces control many kingdoms, including countries that are members of the World Government.
The franchise countries suppressed various complaints against Lukar and the 166th Naval Branch, resulting in him remaining in the position of sergeant, and the 166th Branch had few promotion opportunities.
Across from him, Ian saw the huge and strong man standing in front of him, blocking the rays of the sunset, and looking at him in such a downward manner, he couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation.
Ian is a senior official in the CP department directly under the World Government. Even the generals have to be polite when meeting him. Who has ever experienced such humiliation? He immediately shouted
"You, squat down and speak to me. You are not allowed to look at me and speak like this. I am your superior official."
"Dwarf Winter Melon, what are you talking about? Tell me what it is. I have something else to do."
Lukar didn't pay attention to Ian's order and continued to maintain his posture.
He saw the World Government personnel appearing, and vaguely felt why Zefa disappeared today. It was probably because he didn't want to see these people.
In the past six months, I heard Nishizawa talk about some things about General Zefa by chance, and I knew that he chose to be an instructor for some reasons. At that time, Nishizawa's tone was a little strange, and he vaguely guessed that Zefa's affairs might be related to the World Government.
This made Lukar even more annoyed with the World Government personnel.
"Short, short winter melon!! What are you talking about, you bastard?" Ian hated others mentioning this because of his size. Lucar directly inserted the knife into the most painful part of his body, making him furious.
"Lucar, do you know who you are talking to? Please pay attention to your tone." Spangdyne showed a fierce expression and stared at Lucar.
"Are you teaching me how to do something?" Lukar crossed his arms and looked indifferent.
He didn't think these two people could do anything to him. If he really wanted to take action, he could only use one hand.
