"Brother Marco, can you read the newspaper for me?"
One of the more muscular black-haired boys pulled down the yellow-haired boy's clothes. They seemed to be about the same age.
The yellow-haired boy handed over the news newspaper casually: "Here, Jozy."
"Thank you, Brother Marco."
The black-haired boy Jozi seemed to have discovered something important when he saw part of the newspaper, and finally got the newspaper.
I couldn't wait to open the newspaper and stared at the photos in the newspaper, my eyes getting more and more excited.
When the yellow-haired boy named Marco saw Jozi's excitement, he thought he was envious of those sailors who were already famous in the sea at such a young age, so he patted his shoulder.
"Jozi, don't worry, our dad is a white beard. Sooner or later we will surpass these navy."
"Um."
Jozi responded a little absently.
His eyes were a little blurry, as if he remembered something, and he whispered words that only he could hear.
"Brother Lukar, I miss you so much."
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At the same time, the Navy training camp also saw news reports about the Lucal trio.
"Lucar, this news report is a bit aimed at you. The new generation of titles within the navy is best based on colors and animals. Your monolith title is obviously not of the same level."
In Lukar's dormitory, Caesar was wandering around the room with a newspaper and a frown on his face.
"Boulder? It's good. That's it."
Lukar lay on the bed with an indifferent expression. He had not gone to the training ground after repairing the ground in the training camp in the past few days. He was punished by Zefa and was not allowed to develop his abilities in the training ground.
"Hey, you just give up?"
"It's not necessary. I don't want to come into contact with people from the World Government. Jushi is a good match for me."
Lukar knew in his heart that the world government's suppression of his reputation this time probably had a lot to do with the short winter melon before.
But if you give him another chance, he will still make the same choice.
Except that Lukar himself knew that his target was never the most senior navy generals such as generals and marshals. He was just a navy who could help civilians and fight against pirates and other crimes.
The position is just for convenience, and he is not interested in positions such as general and marshal that require more than just combat effectiveness. He feels that this aspect is quite similar to Lieutenant General Garp.
"Forget it, you're already like this, I don't have anything to say."
Throwing the newspaper into the trash can, Caesar found a chair and sat down.
"Lucar, I have also applied for early graduation this time when I come back."
"Oh? Caesar, do you already have a plan here?"
Upon hearing the news, Lukar sat up instantly and stared at Caesar with bright eyes.
"Haha, you guy." Caesar laughed out loud when he saw Lukar's movements.
Emotion is more interested in his own plans than his naval title.
"Come on, tell me, I'm worried to death. I asked Teacher Zefa before, and he told me that after graduation, the headquarters will probably assign a group of naval soldiers to me."
"You know my situation. It's okay to let me lead the charge. This kind of management is really impossible. Let me lead the navy soldiers. It's really a mess."
"Then what should you do? You can't be allowed to drive a warship around alone. You're not even sure whether a warship of your caliber can be launched." Caesar was a little curious.
"I mentioned it to Teacher Zefa. If no one can help me, I can apply to join other generals' ships or throw me on the front line of the New World."
Lukar shook his head helplessly.
He really needs an assistant who can manage the team well and allow him to move forward without worrying about the rear.
And his ability does not allow ordinary navy to follow him at all times, otherwise he can only be timid and always worried about whether he will accidentally injure friendly forces.
This was the case when we were in the West Sea. Every time, Lukar took the lead in charging alone, and Lieutenant Lance of the 166th Division was in charge of the command.
"There's nothing to hide from you. What I'm applying for is to join your ship after graduation."
Caesar calmed down his expression, looked at Lukar seriously and said.
"After this practical training at sea, I made the decision after thinking deeply."
"With my current strength, which has not even crossed the threshold of a swordsman, it is a little difficult for me to travel on the Grand Line. Instead of going to the ship of other unfamiliar generals, it is better to choose a more familiar one at the same time."
"To be honest, before going to sea, I thought more about you and Sakaski, Lucar. As for Porusalino, I often can't understand him."
"After it was over, I finally decided to come to your side. I can understand Sakaski's approach but I don't agree with it."
"Thank you, Caesar, you are welcome to join us!"
Lukar stood up, and the two held hands together with great strength. This may be the tacit understanding between men.
Lukar and others are still making plans for their upcoming graduation.
On the other side, the Navy Headquarters Hospital.
"Huang Mao, are you sure you want to leave?"
"Yes, I don't have any major problems now and can be discharged from the hospital. My uncle will come to pick me up later."
"Also, stupid bear, please don't call me Huangmao. I have the unique blond hair of the Freeman nobles of the West Sea."
Walker raised his head and looked at Victor, who was lying on the hospital bed, elegantly flipping through a book, with his loose blond hair hanging freely.
What a noble young man full of elegance.
Unfortunately, when he glanced at the lower body of the aristocratic young man, only the root of his left leg was left, and the rest was a wooden prosthesis, which ruined the overall image.
"Huang Mao, why don't you quit? It would be a pity to quit now. You are about to graduate. Come to my boat when the time comes and I will protect you." Walker tentatively stretched out his hand.
Victor looked at the tall silly man standing in front of him, closed the book in his hand, and sneered.
"Stupid bear, who do you think you are? You are just a lieutenant after graduation."
"I told you before I came to the headquarters. When I graduate, I will be considered a school officer. Unlike you, even if I am transferred to the copywriting and logistics department now, I will still be a school officer."
"You said we are really in the same boat. Are you covering me or am I covering you?"
"But..." Walker didn't say anything yet.
A sound of footsteps came from outside the ward door.
Opening the door, there were two people standing there, it was General Zefa and Victor's uncle, Lieutenant General Freeman Connor.
"Thank you, General Zefa, for taking care of Victor during this time. I will invite you to my home another day."
"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't protect my disciples well."
Seeing Lieutenant General Connor's thanks, Zefa felt even more guilty, and apologized instead.
"No, no, since Victor has chosen to go into the navy, he will encounter him sooner or later. At least he is still alive, which is a blessing."
Vice Admiral Connor lamented that as a Vice Admiral of the Navy for many years, he had been exposed to too many such things.
Even his nephew would inevitably encounter this kind of situation. He already felt very lucky to be able to return alive after encountering such a crisis this time.
But it was still a little uncomfortable to see his nephew when he came in.
