Kapitel 10: Chapter 10 Showdown! The battle of dignity between diners and chefs!
After 200 laps, Loya only felt a little soreness and swelling in his calves, but he returned to normal after a little exercise.
Dragon Slayer Sorcerers, apart from their appearance, are actually no longer human. Both their strength and endurance are far beyond those of ordinary people. He paced slowly, shaking his hands and feet from time to time to relax.
Not far from the second floor, Zefa watched this scene through the glass, and his clenched brows relaxed a little. Although Loya had been knocked unconscious by a fist from Mole, his defense was not strong, but his endurance was still worthy of praise.
"Maybe I should arrange more physical training for him; otherwise, at this intensity, the purpose of training will not be achieved at all," Zefa thought.
With that in mind, he turned to look at Kuzan, who had just arrived. "Have you been busy lately? You even came to the boot camp to hang around."
"A la la, don't say that, Teacher Zefa." Kuzan maintained his bored demeanor, leaning against the wall and looking through the glass at Loya, who was moving his body. "The Marshal of the Warring States asked me to teach that kid how to develop his fruit ability. This is also a task."
"Hmph, how can you become strong by relying solely on the fruit's ability!" Zefa snorted in dissatisfaction and then stopped looking at him.
"Isn't that the case with Kizaru?" Kuzan thought but didn't say it. He had a good relationship with Zefa, who was still his former teacher. It was okay to be lazy at times, but not too much.
"But speaking of which, according to Mole, his freezing ability focuses more on temperature than range, and I don't know how much I can teach him. After all, it's not an elemental fruit."
"That's something you need to consider. Zoan fruits are extremely rare, not to mention legendary creatures like dragons. Although I don't agree with him spending most of his energy on developing his fruit ability, he can't waste such a good seedling."
"Yes, yes. I see..."
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Dragon Fruit Ice Dragon Form.
This is the fruit ability that Loya has woven for himself. Before coming to Marineford, Mole repeatedly inquired about his background and fruit ability. While the world doesn't have the rigor of censuses and national ID cards, it would be a hassle to keep getting tangled up.
So he crafted the background of a tragic orphan: he worked as a handyman on a merchant ship and was attacked by pirates when it returned. The merchant ship sank, and only he fell onto a lonely island in a storm, where he found a Devil Fruit.
The sea in this world is vast; the Navy has no way of knowing where the little-known merchant ship Nobita is, nor can they identify which pirate group's flag belongs to a blue-skinned, white-bellied civet cat. Perhaps this is the pirate flag the crew uses to hide their identity; there are too many unknowns in everything, so this story is almost seamless.
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At the end of the run, after about five minutes of rest, the major general instructor arranged the second exercise: back discus squats.
Loya's performance was still praised by Zefa. Generally, the number of squats recruits can do with the discus on their backs is between 50 and 100, and those who do fewer than 50 are considered at the tail end. After graduation, they can only start from the first class.
As for Loya, the instructor finally looked impatient, calculating the time until the next training before letting him stop.
During this time, the recruits in the same team counted for Loya, and he did 973 squats! His movement was standard, his speed was average, and there was no problem at all except that he was a little short of breath.
After all, Loya's dragon body had reached 18%, and the increase effect was very powerful. Mole, a powerful lieutenant general who specialized in swordsmanship and taijutsu, had stunned him with a fist, but that didn't mean Loya was weak.
The physical training at the boot camp was still very simple for Loya, and soon the morning time passed. Following the instructor's order, everyone got up from the ground to dust off their hands.
"One hour for lunch, and we continue training in the afternoon! Now, disband!"
"Eat!" Loya's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but swallow.
The Dragon Slayer has risen to Tier 2, and his need for food is greater than ever. The buns he ate in the morning were digested cleanly by mid-morning, and his stomach was growling for a long time.
Even though he was hungry and his stomach was growling, because his magic and physical strength were still abundant, Loya sadly did not feel a trace of fatigue and even had some extra energy. This strong sense of contrast made him uncomfortable.
Now that he heard it was time to eat, he jumped into the air with excitement, found the direction of the cafeteria, stepped on the ice cubes, and quickly left.
After Loya's performance in the morning, the veterans had developed a good impression of this newly added recruit. They were about to shout and go to dinner together when, unexpectedly, Loya took off directly, leaving them stunned.
"Loya is still a Devil Fruit user!"
The news spread like wildfire and quickly circulated through the recruit camp.
Although there are countless Devil Fruits on the sea and one can be found in every corner you don't know, compared with the global population, this number is still too small. While their navy fathers may be able-bodied, the appearance of a capable person in the boot camp is still very eye-catching.
Looking at Loya's figure flying away, Zefa asked, "Kuzan, can you move like that?"
In Loya, Zefa saw the possibility of mastering air supremacy. The flying ability of the former Golden Lion and now the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco the Phoenix, has caused the Navy enough trouble. He desperately hoped to be able to solve this problem. But Kuzan's answer disappointed him.
"Short distances are fine, but long distances are difficult, and the gains outweigh the losses, so it's better to attack directly."
Kuzan, a man made of ice who has eaten the Ice-Ice Fruit, can only create ice cubes from his body. When attacking, he splits all the ice from his body and cannot create it out of thin air. If there is liquid in the air, he can use instant touch to freeze these liquids to form ice cubes; if not, he can only watch.
Otherwise, the flying ability of Marco, the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates, would not be called incomprehensible. He would just leap directly at his opponent. As a general, Kuzan's speed is definitely faster than Marco's.
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The dialogue between Kuzan and Zefa went unnoticed by Loya, who had only one purpose now: to eat!
Swooping down to the ground, a series of tumbles vented the impact, and Loya rushed to the front of Ms. S in the cafeteria. He surveyed the offerings and immediately knew what lunch was today.
"Twenty servings of white rice and stewed meat, and get me a pot of broth too!"
"One pot..." Ms. S was stunned for a moment, then playfully placed the spoon on Loya's forehead: "Boy, can you eat so much? If you dare to waste food, my mother won't spare you!"
Loya stepped back, raised his head, and cleaned the gravy off the bottom of the spoon. He smiled and said to Ms. S, "Don't worry, I will never waste food! I'm just afraid you don't cook enough for me!"
"Huh? My mother has been cooking in Marineford for 30 years, and no one dares to say that!" Ms. S threw the spoon aside, put on a clean one, and took a battle stance with her arms crossed. "You must be the reason Lieutenant General Mole told us to make 20 more servings per meal! Then, let's duel! Let's see if the meals cooked by the old lady can keep up with the speed of your eating!"
Loya was instantly tempted, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of the delicious duel: "That's okay; I have to train in the afternoon, and I will be punished if I go late."
"Is that so..." Ms. S's tone relaxed, and she suddenly recalled that this cafeteria was dedicated to the Marineford boot camp and elite training camp. She knew well the strictness of the training recruits underwent.
"Sister S, since he is going to train in the afternoon, your duel can be held in the evening. At that time, many recruits will go home for dinner, and there won't be many people," suggested the chef who was watching the lively exchange. Yesterday, after Mole's lieutenant general sent someone to inform the cafeteria, they were also very curious about Loya's appetite.
Hearing this, both sides perked up.
"Then, duel! The time is tonight!"
"Well, okay, okay, okay!"
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