Chapter 40

Zaker's figure quickly began to shrink, turning into a young lad around 20 years old.

"What did you do to me!"

Pop~

Zaker shrank again, turning into a child, completely losing the ability to resist, and at the same time, the Wumaru in his hand fell onto the deck.

With a hiss, it smoothly inserted into the deck.

"Eh? This sword seems pretty good! Binz, do you also use a sword? What do you think of this sword?"

Binz controlled the vines to tie up an underling, turned his head to look at the Wumaru in Ain's hand, and his eyes lit up.

"Let me see! Hiss~ This is the famous sword Wumaru, one of the 50 Skillful Grade Swords! I didn't expect a small pirate captain to have such a good sword!"

Zaker, who had turned into a child, lay on the ground and shouted angrily: "Don't touch it! Wumaru is my sword!!"

Ain sneered disdainfully: "Shut up, pirate!"

Then she looked at Karl, who was standing with Master Zefa on the training ship, thinking that if she gave it to Karl, would he like it? After all, she hadn't seen him use a sword!

"That, Ain, can you let me see it? You know, I'm also a swordsman."

Binz licked his face and pointed at the Wumaru in Ain's hand, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

"No, this is my trophy. Besides, I'm planning to give it to Karl. Are you trying to snatch Karl's gift?"

Binz was stunned, dejected, and muttered in a low voice: "He doesn't use a sword either! What a waste!"

Ten minutes later, a torch was thrown from the training ship onto the Hunting Knife Pirates' ship, the flames slowly swallowed the pirate ship, and the training ship slowly left.

"Master Zefa, the Hunting Knife Pirates had 47 members in total; 17 were killed in battle, 30 were captured alive, and we had no casualties."

Zefa smiled and shook his head, and said to the student who was reporting the battle results with excitement: "No, you should report the battle results to your commander."

Then he pointed to Karl, who was on the side. The latter smiled heartily and said loudly: "No need to report!"

"Master Zefa and I saw everyone's performance from beginning to end. You are the best!"

This is the truth. The normal battle lasted 30 minutes from start to finish, and the time he and Zefa chatted was only 20 minutes.

Chatting while watching, isn't that seeing it from beginning to end?

"Karl, thanks to you, we didn't have any injuries. This is the trophy I captured. On behalf of all the students, I give it to you as your graduation gift!"

Ain handed the sheathed Wumaru to Karl, her face with a shy smile, and the surrounding recruits immediately booed when they saw it.

"Oh oh oh oh!" "Accept it! Karl!" "That's right! Ain's face is red, if you don't accept it, her face can roast eggs!"

Karl grinned, grabbed the Wumaru that Ain held up, and drew it with a clang.

Zaker, the little boy tied up like a rice dumpling, looked at Karl with resentment and shouted: "This is my sword! It's mine!!!"

It's a pity that neither Karl nor the other recruits cared about his shouting.

"Good sword! Thank you, Ain, thank you everyone!"

"After 25 days, we have achieved the final victory, we are all the best!"

The new students smiled one by one, celebrating with their arms around each other's shoulders. Zefa looked at all this with satisfaction. The chicks had finally sharpened their wings and were about to spread them and soar. Nothing made him happier than this.

"Karl is right. In these 25 days, I saw all your performances. You are all the most excellent Marines."

"Now, I officially announce that the internship goal of the 24th Marine Training Camp has been successfully completed!"

"Wuhu!!!"

Zefa had a smile on his mouth, quietly waiting for them to calm down. Karl, who had sharp eyes, noticed Zefa's micro-expressions and immediately clapped his hands.

"Everyone be quiet, Master Zefa still has something to say!"

"This brat..." Zefa muttered to himself, and soon showed a smile.

"Next, we will return to Navy Headquarters. You will all be assigned to various officers to learn, grow, and capture vicious pirates....."

"The 24th Marine Training Camp is hereby disbanded, but no matter where you are, please always remember that you are Marines, you are the spokespersons of justice."

"Now let's set sail! Target, Marineford!"

The recruits saluted Zefa in unison, making a loud sound.

"Yes, Master Zefa!"

On the sea not far away, a small ship was sailing slowly on the sea.

"Gulu lulu~"

A tall, burly, ugly man with a crescent-shaped white beard looked down at the short dwarf woman at his feet and said: "Mom, I'm so hungry, I want to eat!"

This guy was fat, with snot running down, looking not very smart, and he was holding a giant sword several meters long in his hand.

Miss Bakkin said impatiently: "Eat, eat, eat, you child only knows how to eat all day long! Mom worked hard to save some money and spent it all on buying you food!"

"Ah ah! Mom, I was wrong, but my stomach is really hungry!"

"There is one more day of sea travel to reach Autumn Island, good child, listen to Mom, endure it a little longer."

Weevil touched his rumbling stomach with a sad face. Seeing the Navy flag appearing on the sea level out of the corner of his eye, his eyes lit up.

"Ah! Mom, look, there is a big ship over there, there must be food on it!"

Miss Bakkin looked in the direction Weevil pointed, and there really seemed to be a ship. Wait, white?

"Stupid son, that's the Navy. Eh, something's wrong, why is it a bit different? Wait, let Mom see."

Miss Bakkin ran into the cabin with her short legs, took out binoculars, and made a disdainful laugh.

"Tch, it turns out to be just a training ship! You scared me to death. Good son, hurry up and bring the ship close, there is a lot of delicious food on it!"

Weevil sprayed white gas from his nostrils, ran to steer the ship without saying a word, and drove the ship toward the training ship, his eyes full of longing.

Longing for food......