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"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Garp, jokes are fine, but don't go too far!"
Two loud shouts overlapped almost perfectly.
Sengoku and Zephyr, who just moments ago were shocked and dumbfounded, now frowned deeply.
At first they really thought Garp had taken on some genius, a true monster of a disciple. But the more the old man talked, the more ridiculous it all sounded.
A total rookie awakening Conqueror's Haki on his first day? Reaching Kuzan-level physical stats in two or three days?
Even that they might have tolerated.
But then he claimed the kid had learned Conqueror's infusion too?
Did this guy even hear what he was saying? He sounded like he'd gotten drunk before coming in.
Sure, normal people who eat a Devil Fruit usually get a temporary boost in strength.But awakening Conqueror's Haki—and mastering infusion on top of that?That was the kind of thing only top-tier monsters like Roger could do.
How could something that absurd appear in some teenage brat?
Garp scratched the back of his head, looking helpless. "But everything I said is true!"
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such a freakishly gifted person existed either.
And he hadn't even mentioned the craziest part yet.
That kid can't be killed—won't be killed—and only gets stronger.
"If he really gained that much power that fast, then a Devil Fruit is possible."
"But Conqueror's Haki?" Sengoku shook his head. "Garp, that's just too far-fetched."
Zephyr nodded. "Even if he's exaggerated, the kid is still worth training."
Neither believed a word about Conqueror's Haki. It was simply too impossible. They could accept someone suddenly gaining captain-level strength, but a teenager mastering Conqueror's infusion? Absolutely not.
"I'm telling you the truth!"
Garp spread his hands, even more frustrated.
Honestly, he was confused too.
Was the kid's talent really too outrageous for people to accept? He felt like he accepted it just fine.
If anything, he even thought the boy was learning Rokushiki and swordsmanship too slowly.Sure, compared to normal people it was insane—but compared to what he'd already shown? Kind of slow.
Suddenly, the three men's expressions changed drastically.
Buzz!
A wave of overwhelming, domineering energy rippled through the office, shaking the documents on the desk.
"This… Conqueror's Haki?!" Zephyr gasped.
Sengoku froze, then slowly turned to Garp. "Was that the boy?"
Garp grinned. "Yeah. His control over Conqueror's is getting smoother."
His emotions were complicated.
Because unlike last time—when his Haki hit everyone indiscriminately—this time the pressure was precisely targeted, barely affecting anything else.
"Let's go. If he suddenly released that, something must've happened."
Garp sighed heavily.
Sengoku and Zephyr exchanged a look—half shock, half fear.
If the boy truly had Conqueror's Haki…
Then his talent might surpass even those three prodigies of the new generation.
A few minutes earlier.
"Hey hey hey, Kyle, this isn't like you at all."
The sudden tension made Kuzan blurt out in surprise.
In his mind, Kyle was always calm, quiet—like still water. Sure, Sakazuki was provoking him, but Kyle's reaction was way more explosive than expected.
"Let's go outside. This place isn't suited for us," Sakazuki said coldly.
"No need. I can finish you in an instant."
Kyle's tone was flat.
He genuinely didn't like the guy—for one, because he'd just helped save Garp's grandson; for another, just personal preference.
Did he need more reasons?
This was a power-fantasy world. Beating someone up didn't require justification.
"I don't see a monster—but I do see someone really full of himself," Sakazuki sneered, his eyes icy.
Among the new recruits, he was the embodiment of the hardline hawk—ruthless, strict, always trying to be number one.
"Let me see if your fists are as tough as your mouth."
He moved as soon as he finished speaking.
But at the same moment, Kyle narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.
Buzz!
An overwhelming, violent, unstoppable pressure burst forth from him, rolling outward like a tidal wave.
Front and center—the future admiral Akainu.
The sheer force distorted the air, ripples forming in the space between them.
For a moment, time itself seemed frozen.
Sakazuki's pupils shrank. Shock and confusion flashed across his face.
Then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed with a thud.
He hadn't even lasted a full second before passing out.
Kuzan's robes fluttered violently, his expression frozen in disbelief. Borsalino's face twisted in shock. Bogart could only open his mouth wordlessly.
Crack!
A glass cup shattered and hairline cracks spread along the surrounding walls.
Then, almost instantly, the violent pressure receded.
Kyle stood quietly, the black-red sparks coiling around his hand fading without a sound.
He stared at the unconscious Sakazuki, a bit speechless.
Honestly, he'd overestimated the guy.
At this point, the future three admirals were basically just college grads—fresh out of the academy and without their Devil Fruits.
Their powers varied a bit, but they were all still at captain level.
They still had a long way to go.
Right now, they couldn't even endure a single burst of his Conqueror's Haki.To be fair, an 85-level Conqueror's Haki was already approaching top-tier world level.
If he unleashed it fully, he could probably blanket the entire G-5 fortress and knock out everyone below vice admiral. Even weak-willed vice admirals might drop.
And if he actually punched someone with Conqueror's infusion…
Kyle looked down at Sakazuki and sighed.
"My basics are still too weak."
"If I mastered all six styles and got good at swordsmanship… we could've had a real, even fight."
Using Conqueror's on someone this green felt like blasting a mosquito with a cannon.
When Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr arrived and saw Sakazuki twitching on the floor, foaming at the mouth, and Kyle standing there surrounded by the lingering pressure—they were all speechless.
"What happened here?"
"You brat, why did you attack Sakazuki?!"
Garp stormed over, shouting.
Kyle pressed his lips together but didn't answer.
I was helping you get revenge for what he said about your grandson, wasn't I? he thought silently.
What he got instead were two iron fists to the head, making him drop to a squat with a hiss of pain.
"I asked you a question! Didn't you hear me?!"
"It was—it was just a friendly spar!"
"Friendly?" Garp roared. "He's foaming at the mouth!"
"I held back! And he provoked me first!"
Kyle's head was throbbing. He honestly couldn't figure out how Garp's punches hurt so much—even with Tekkai active.
Not far away, Sengoku and Zephyr stared at the black-haired boy.
In their eyes burned clear shock…and excitement.
A Navy trump card. Endless potential.
A future unstoppable admiral. Maybe the next Navy hero.
Those kinds of words kept flashing through their minds.
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