ve aged figures stood or sat, their eyes fixed upon the naval officer with an unsettling intensity.Seeing this, Darren immediately put down his glass in a flustered manner, stood up from his seat, and...Division 321 Branch, Military Hospital.
The doctor, a gentleman in his fifties wearing glasses, had a refined air about him. He was examining Darren's wounds with a serious and focused expression.
The crisscrossed wounds have grown new pink skin, some itchy but completely painless.
"Well, your wound is healing nicely. There's basically no major issue. Your physique, it's simply like a monster."
Although he had witnessed Darren's terrifying recovery abilities over the years, the doctor was still amazed.
"Thank you, Doctor Wells."
Darren smiled.
"I'm just used to getting hurt. Habit is a terrible ability."
"I see," said Dr. Wales, putting away his medical instruments, "would it be foolish of me to suggest you avoid fighting in the future"
Darren shrugged.
Perhaps you don't believe it, but some things are beyond my control. Calamities just keep coming.
Of course, as a sailor, being injured is just as common as eating and sleeping.
"Is that so"
Dr. Wales shook his head and did not continue the argument.
"However, Darren, I still suggest you avoid intense exercise in the short term, well, I mean fighting pirates or that reckless training you did before."
"I'll try my best," Darren said with a smile.
Dr. Wales, while washing his hands, casually remarked:
"Have you heard that you're going to Malinbro"
"Well, go to training. I've stayed in Beihai long enough these years."
Darren put on his shirt and buttoned it up.
He picked up the cloak from the side and bowed slightly to the middle-aged doctor's back.
Over the years, thank you for your care.
Will's hand movements paused, and the sound of water gurgling was unusually clear in the quiet ward.
"Go on, Darren boy."
A hint of a smile played on his lips.
"So many years of cultivation, countless scars on my body, just saving you I've done it over a hundred times... Isn't that all for today"
"Let those scallywags on the Grand Line see what Northern Sea men are made of!"
Darren put on his cloak, turned around and walked out of the ward, waving his hand and smiling:
Of course!
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Early morning after the rain.
The sun was shining brightly, with clouds in the sky forming a wispy pattern. Beams of golden sunlight pierced through the sea of clouds, scattering patches of light and creating a perfect Dazzle effect.
How much longer until the fleet arrives
Daren, wearing a wide, righteous cloak, walked to the naval port of Branch 321. He felt refreshed as he stretched lazily with the cool sea breeze blowing in his face.
It's probably coming soon.
The flying squirrel glanced at Darren and asked:
"Has Dr. Wales seen your condition"
Darren grinned. "Yeah, he told me to avoid strenuous exercise."
"That's a pretty good suggestion," the flying squirrel said, raising an eyebrow.
The suggestion is good, but it's not very practical.
After all, Darren is not the kind of person who just sits back and does nothing.
A thought flashed through the flying squirrel's mind, but its gaze was fixed on the distant sea.
The sea at dawn shimmered in the morning light, rippling with brilliant colors.
The endless expanse of the sea, it seems to encompass all ambitions and dreams, causing a hint of yearning to appear in the eyes of the flying squirrel.
"Just wait a little longer. Anyway, I'll try my best to get you a spot next year."
Darren noticed something was off, and chuckled as he patted him on the shoulder.
The flying squirrel retracted its gaze, lightly exhaled a mouthful of foul air, and shook its head.
"Someone trustworthy is needed on the North Sea side."
Darren looked at him, his face suddenly becoming serious.
"Flying squirrel...The North Sea is certainly important, but your growth is even more so."
"Power, status, fame, wealth... These things are secondary. Out on this vast sea, what truly matters is strength."
Many people can't see this truth their whole lives. I believe you are not such a person.
Hearing Darren speak so seriously, the flying squirrel's heart warmed.
He clenched his fist and nodded.
Darren's face relaxed again, and he smiled.
"I wonder who will be leading the team this time"
As per tradition, on the eve of the training camp's opening, Marin Vando would dispatch a high-ranking officer from headquarters to each major sea region to receive and escort the new recruits to the base, preventing any incidents from occurring during their journey.
The flying squirrel smiled.
"I know you're expecting Major Sakaski."
Darren wiggled his wrists and neck, saying excitedly:
"I've never been able to beat him. I couldn't beat him when we were in Beihai, and after he graduated from the training camp, it became even more impossible."
"So you're stupid enough to want a beating" A cold voice cut in.
Gion walked briskly from afar, followed by Kake, who was sleepy-eyed and kept yawning.
Darren smiled nonchalantly.
"Getting beaten up is also a kind of talent, besides, after lying in the hospital for a few days, I feel like my body is rusting."
Gion still wanted to say something, but the flying squirrel beside her suddenly spoke:
"Arrived."
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone looked up.
In the distance, on the surface of the sea, a magnificent warship gradually emerged from the golden horizon.
A sudden gust of wind blew.
The raging waves crashed relentlessly against the harbor, and on the land of the naval base, a visible tempest swirled, whipping the flags into a clattering frenzy.
"What happened!"
"Is a storm coming"
"What happened to the weather all of a sudden!"
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The sailors patrolling the naval base turned pale as they watched the gust of wind ripping up the ground, tearing at their figures and making it impossible to stand.
The flying squirrels and others stared in astonishment at the scene, instinctively raising their hands to block the roar of the wind.
Darren narrowed his eyes.
A hand, perpetually clad in black leather gloves, suddenly emerged from the emerald storm and lunged toward Darren's face.
With a knowing smirk playing on his lips, Darren, already attuned to the magnetic field shift, effortlessly sidestepped the incoming blow.
His eyes glinted with malice, his figure leaned forward aggressively, his elbow striking out like a bolt of lightning, poised to shatter that hand.
Oh!!
Darren's elbow strike landed on empty air. That arm had just vanished into thin air before his eyes.
He's behind you!!
Without any hesitation, Darren knelt and twisted his waist, delivering a punch with his backhand without even looking.
Bang!!
Two fists collided heavily in mid-air, producing a dull thud.
The surging waves spread out instantly, blowing the white cloaks behind the two of them wildly in opposite directions.
"Heard that a monster who can rival Sakaski appeared in the North Sea, even killing the legendary pirate Bandy Waldo. It seems the rumors are true after all."
A hearty laugh echoed, and a domineering face materialized in the storm. A figure emerged from the chaos.
Her long black hair flew wildly, her face was devoid of eyebrows and bore a cold and profound expression.
"At our first meeting, Darren Jun, please forgive my boldness."
The man retracted his fists, and the boldness in his smile made people feel inexplicably fond of him.
"Your name rings with such renown, I feel compelled to challenge you to a duel."
"I am the personnel who came here to provide escort this time, Rear Admiral of the Marines..."
He raised his hand in a military salute.
"— Monkey D. Dragon."
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