Like attracts like when it comes to justice.
Since joining the Marines, Roya has strongly agreed with this statement.
Even if the details differ, and personal pursuits vary, as long as they're both striving for justice, that's what matters.
This was the case with him and Smoker.
After a preliminary understanding, the atmosphere in the office eased a lot, and the gazes of the two were no longer hostile.
"Let's go, I'll show you around the Branch."
"Okay."
It was raining outside, and Roya and Smoker put on their raincoats.
The configurations of each Branch were basically the same, including the Accommodation Area, Restaurant, Logistics Area, Armory, and Defense Tower, but the scale was different.
"Colonel Roya!"
"Yeah!"
"Colonel Roya!"
"Don't mind us."
After taking a turn around, the Marines saluted and greeted Roya, their voices loud and clear.
Smoker saw all of this and put down the last trace of doubt. If Roya was really the kind of evil person who would do anything for power, the morale of the Marines wouldn't be so high.
The level of the leader can be seen from the overall atmosphere of the Branch.
The two came to the Training Field.
Because of the rain, there shouldn't have been anyone in the Training Field, but for some reason, there was a group of flamboyant show-offs that were out of sync with the style of the Branch.
Smoker was stunned.
"Who are these people?"
"They are Newly Recruited Marines. They were originally a group of good-for-nothing street thugs. In order to prevent them from causing trouble outside, I recruited them into the Branch."
Roya gave a simple explanation.
Smoker didn't know what to say. This guy doesn't seem to care about the rules, even recruiting street thugs!
Perhaps Colonel Roya could go to the G-5 Branch to take office in the future. The Marines there were all unruly soldiers.
Roya walked over, his forehead covered with black lines.
"Tashigi, what's going on?"
"Colonel Roya!"
Tashigi almost cried out: "I took them to visit the Branch, but these idiots refused to wear raincoats, saying they can't defy nature."
"Defy nature?" Roya looked at the thugs strangely.
Even a fool should know to avoid the rain when it rains, right? Even if there is no place to hide from the rain, isn't wearing a raincoat or holding an umbrella common sense?
"Bartolomeo!"
"Huh, it's you!"
When Barto saw Roya, he immediately approached with a displeased face: "Hey, I'm telling you, don't even think about ordering me around!"
"Heh."
Roya sneered. This little brat dared to be so arrogant now that he was in his hands. He would be sorry for such a tough mouth if he didn't give him a good beating.
Seeing the pile of raincoats on the side.
"Why aren't you wearing raincoats?"
"Of course we can't wear them!"
Barto bit his little hand, looking terrified. "Granny said that defying nature will be punished by heaven!"
"..."
Roya was speechless.
It was not easy for these idiots to grow up.
"Tashigi, take them all inside to take shelter from the rain!"
"Yes!"
"Also, prepare new clothes for them, take off all the messy decorations on their bodies, and shave their heads bald!"
"Yes!"
Tashigi's eyes lit up, with a kind of inexplicable little excitement.
A moment later.
"What! You actually want to shave off my super stylish mohawk!"
"I warn you, if you dare to touch my hair, I will definitely let you know the terror of the Bartolomeo Club!"
"Please, have mercy, don't cut my hair, okay?"
"Please, no!!!"
Heart-wrenching wails echoed through the Branch.
Roya and Smoker returned to the Office.
Smoker took out an Envelope and handed it to Roya: "This is from Headquarters for you. I brought it over by the way."
"This is..."
Roya opened the Envelope, and his Body shook after seeing the specific content.
It was a Training Camp notice!
Smoker asked, "Colonel Roya, have you ever heard of the Six Styles?"
"I've heard of it."
Roya nodded.
Smoker wasn't surprised. The Six Styles were mysterious only to low-level Marines. After reaching the Colonel level, they would always come into contact with it.
Each year, Branch Colonels, and some Captains and Lieutenants with outstanding performance, are sent Training Camp notices. They can go to the Training Base to train and learn the Six Styles."
"I see."
Roya suddenly understood.
Garp had told him before that he would naturally come into contact with the Six Styles after being promoted to Colonel. So that's what he meant.
Training Camp, huh.
Looking at the time, there were still two months before the Training Camp started, which was early June. At that time, there would be a special Warship to pick them up.
It's a three-month program.
"The time is so short."
Roya frowned.
Although he had never been exposed to it, he could guess the difficulty of learning the Six Styles. Three months was too short.
"This is to filter out the weak."
Smoker explained seriously: "Each Training Camp has at least ten thousand Colonels, most of whom are just there to make up the numbers."
"It is not easy to learn the Six Styles. First of all, the physique must be strong enough. This alone is enough to filter out most Colonels."
"In addition, the difficulty of learning the Six Styles is extraordinary. Even if the physical fitness meets the standards, it is not so easy to master the Six Styles!"
"Each Training Camp, less than a hundred people can successfully complete all the Training and master some of the Six Styles!"
Tens of thousands of Colonels trained, but only a hundred were ultimately qualified.
Roya rubbed his chin. His focus was a little different: "Smoker, you seem to know a lot about the Training Camp?"
"I've been there."
Smoker shrugged.
His home was at Marine Headquarters, and he had been cultivated as the future of the Marines since he was a child, so he naturally had access to different resources.
Branches had to reach the Colonel level, or have extremely outstanding performance, to be able to join the Training Camp, while they, the children of the Headquarters, had a fixed number of guaranteed places every year.
Of course, they were also extremely excellent, having received the best Training since childhood!
"I see."
Roya nodded slowly, and asked with great interest: "Smoker, has anyone mastered all Six Styles in the Training Camp?"
"Huh?"
Smoker was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"In just three months, it is very impressive to learn one move of the Six Styles. In fact, the Training Camp is just to screen out Marines with Talent to prepare for joining the Headquarters New Recruit Camp."
"No, there seems to be one person."
"I heard a rumor that there's a super-genius within the government - supposedly one in 800 years - who mastered all Six Styles during the Training Camp, but I don't know if it's true."
Smoker curled his lips, not believing the rumors. Each move of the Six Styles was extremely difficult, let alone all Six Styles.
Not to mention three months, three years would be difficult!
Few of them, who had passed the Training Camp and stayed in the Headquarters New Recruit Camp for three years, could master all Six Styles.
"If I can master all Six Styles, it must be very interesting!"
Roya's eyes were burning, and he felt a long-lost motivation.
Staying in the small East Blue, he had always lacked an accurate judgment of his own strength. Even if he defeated the strongest Arlong, he still had no confidence in his heart.
But if he could master all Six Styles, he should be able to compete with those Pirates with bounties of over 100 million, right!