Demon Slayer Virgil [Isekai One Piece]

Navy Headquarters, Marineford, Fleet Admiral's Office.

At this time, it was 8 AM. Inside Fleet Admiral Sengoku's office, there were two marines.

One had grayish-white hair, sitting on the sofa to the side, not showing an ounce of manners, even holding a pack of conch in his hand crunching loudly.

The other had short purple hair. Although it was purple, there were a few strands of grayish-white at the edges. Black sunglasses covered his sharp gaze, and his right hand was not a normal human hand, but an extremely huge mechanical hand instead.

At this time one was sitting on the sofa and the other on a chair, while Sengoku sitting at his desk wore a serious yet somewhat sympathetic expression as he looked at the purple-haired man before him.

"Zephyr..."

A few minutes later, Sengoku broke the silence first, wanting to say something but was interrupted by the other party after just uttering his name.

"Sengoku, spare me the pleasantries. I already heard the gist of what you called me for from my disciple. But like I said, only the victor of next month's competition has the qualifications. Not through this kind of backdoor means!"

Zephyr, who was interrupted by Sengoku, slowly lowered his left hand that he used to interrupt Sengoku. His expression seemed a bit distorted, as if he really looked down on Sengoku's actions.

"I understand, Zephyr, but he's a good seedling! If we miss out on a future Marine Admiral candidate just because of this, it wouldn't be worth it!"

Sengoku didn't get angry from Zephyr's interruption. He spoke in a calm tone, and it even seemed like he regretted the other's decision.

"Indeed, it's quite impressive for a 17-18 year old brat to defeat a pirate worth tens of millions of bounty. But that doesn't mean he's a good seedling, right?"

Zephyr still maintained his attitude of refusal as he replied to Sengoku. This made Sengoku even more regretful. He didn't regret Zephyr, but rather the person he wanted to recommend.

"...Zephyr, I understand. I respect your decision. I just hope that you can pay more attention to him. After all, I have a feeling that he can definitely become a Marine Admiral candidate in the future."

Sengoku was silent for a while before slowly speaking. However, Sengoku still did not give up on the person he wanted to recommend to Zephyr.

"Hmph, we'll talk again when the time comes. If he can really take the only champion spot in the competition, I will impart all I've learned in my life to him!"

Leaving these words behind, Zephyr got up and left, leaving behind his back which was the goal that countless people wanted to pursue. But for some reason, Sengoku didn't seem happy at all seeing this.

***

10:30 AM, Military Academy

On the second floor of the teaching building, in an inconspicuous classroom at the second to last table in the last row, a white-haired youth with a back swept hairstyle was dozing off in a strange posture.

His angle was extremely tricky. From the front it seemed like he was pondering some questions, giving off the impression of a good student diligently thinking. From the side it seemed like he was attentively looking at his book, working hard to improve himself.

At this time, the teacher lecturing at the podium revealed a gratified expression upon seeing such a hardworking student. It made him feel that his teaching career had no regrets.

As for the other students, like the black-haired one sitting next to the white-haired youth, he was currently filled with admiration for him in his heart. Thinking to himself that this move was brilliant! Simply brilliant!

The white-haired youth was naturally Zavia, and the black-haired one was Zavia's dormmate Robbie.

That's right. Zavia fell asleep in class on his first day of school, and he even used the methods he employed back when he was a student.

Zavia didn't know the average IQ of people in the Pirate World. Him falling asleep in class was purely due to certain irresistible factors that anyone who's read books would understand.

Ding ling ling——————!!

After sleeping for almost half an hour, a heavenly, paradise-like ringing resounded throughout the academy. All the students instantly revealed relieved expressions.

"Since class is over, we'll stop here for today. Remember the key points I mentioned. Next time I will be examining everyone's understanding towards Sea Kings and some weather phenomena at sea. Class dismissed!"

The teacher wearing a navy Lieutenant uniform put down the chalk in his hand. After telling the students some points to remember for tomorrow, he left the classroom.

Upon seeing the teacher leave, Robbie instantly ran next to Zavia and shook the still sleeping Zavia awake.

"Hmm? Hah————What's up? Class is over?" The shaken awake Zavia revealed a trace of displeasure, but it quickly vanished without a trace.

"Bro! You're too amazing! To actually dare sleep in class. I've discovered that I admire you more and more!" Ignoring Zavia's questions, Robbie looked at Zavia with an admiring gaze as he spoke. His eyes seemed to regard Zavia as the greatest person in the world.

"What the? You woke me up just to say this? ...Forget it. Since class is over let's go eat. It's training in the afternoon right? Make sure you eat your fill."

Zavia lazily stretched before putting away his books into the desk drawer and directly getting up to leave. Robbie hurriedly followed behind.

"Hey, wait for me!"

***

Outside the world, in the depths of the universe - The Abyss

"Kill him off? The Boss is serious?"

'Dark Night' gently put down the wine glass in his hand. His emotionless black eyes stared at 'Slaughter'.

"Ah, he's serious. But I also understand the meaning behind what you're trying to express. I really don't know what the Boss is thinking."

On the shoulder of the unidentified humanoid figure, 'Slaughter' tidied his short green hair. His sharp voice was still the same.

"Hehehe, no matter what the Boss is thinking, isn't this a good opportunity? Killing the Demon God's successor and whatnot. 'Dark Night'."

Next to 'Dark Night' was a taller skinny man forcibly holding back the excitement in his heart. His distorted expression only gave off a terrifying feeling.

"Humph, I don't care either way. But 'Mad Claw', I still have to remind you not to go crazy. Otherwise when you die by his hands later don't say I didn't warn you."

'Dark Night' coldly snorted. He sat up straight again, his words filled with ridicule.

"Hehehe, who do you think I am? How could I possibly die by the hands of some fledgling brat?"

The tall skinny man - 'Mad Claw' sinisterly laughed. His sharp claws continuously scraped along the table. Although his tone didn't change, he seemed a bit unhappy with 'Dark Night's words.

"Hmm, in any case I've already passed on the Boss's message. What you guys plan to do next is up to you."

'Slaughter' shrugged his hands, indicating his disinterest towards their matters. Then he turned around, prepared to leave.

"Wait. When you said the Boss is mobilizing everyone, does that include that guy too?"

Right as 'Slaughter' was leaving, 'Dark Night' suddenly spoke up.

"That guy? ...Oh right, I remember. He'll probably listen to orders I guess. But I can't say for sure how he'll act. Anyway, let me remind you guys again not to recklessly try to kill him off. His entire being is a calamity!"

Without turning his head back, Slaughter's tone was indifferent as he spoke. After finishing he used his hand to gesture what seemed to be goodbye or maybe farewell forever.

Behind him, after hearing Slaughter's words, the first change appeared on Dark Night's cold face. It was a twisted smile.

***

Pirate World, afternoon

On the parade grounds, navy trainee silhouettes continuously moved about, coming and going. They continuously panted for breath, either lifting weights, running, or testing... Anyway there wasn't anything easy.

On the tracks, 40-odd navy trainees were running circles back and forth. Their running forms lacked any sense of beauty whatsoever. Plus the speed differences between front and back were massive. Some fast some slow.

"Run faster! You guys didn't eat lunch or something?! Listen up! Whoever's last, I'll have you run another 200 laps!!"

At the side, a man with a strong hairstyle - bald head, wearing a suit and draped in a navy coat. Judging from the medals on him he should be a Lieutenant Junior Grade. He was hoarsely yelling at the trainees running.

Hearing the man's words, all the trainees seemed injected with chicken blood as they sped up. But due to lacking stamina they quickly reverted to their original speeds after not long.

In the shade under a tree at the edge, Zavia leaned against the big tree with a completely relaxed expression as he watched those trainees running. That's right. The ones running were Zavia's classmates.

Seeing them run like their lives depended on it, Zavia couldn't help but retort in his heart: If the navy is made up of these kinds of guys, then it probably explains why pirates are stronger than navy.

As he gazed at his classmates casting envious looks his way, Zavia just closed his eyes ignoring them.

As for why Zavia didn't need to run, the reason was that he already finished running the total quota of 400 laps in 6 minutes.

What? Asking how Zavia could finish so quickly? The answer lies in his ability, spatial teleportation.

That's right. Zavia used spatial teleportation to 'run'.

Of course, Zavia originally didn't know this method could work until he saw a Devil Fruit user employ his ability to aid his running. This made Zavia guess that it should be fine for him to do the same. Why? Because the supervising instructor didn't angrily rebuke or anything.

It's too troublesome to explain in detail. To put it simply, Devil Fruits can be seen as 'Quirks' in this case. Once you understand this, it should make sense.

Of course, Zavia could also choose to properly run the laps with his legs honestly. However, due to his previous lifestyle as a shut-in, Zavia didn't really feel like exercising. Hence why he employed this method. Furthermore, Zavia had already completed today's required exercise amount early in the morning.

Zavia exercised according to a plan. Not blindly working out. Once he reached the target he would stop, definitely not exceeding it. Even if Zavia was forced to continue exercising, he would only go through the motions halfheartedly like right now. Although this could also serve to practice controlling his spatial teleportation, so it was killing two birds with one stone.

However, Zavia's leisurely actions brought immense trouble for himself. After around half an hour later, three students wearing navy recruit uniforms came before Zavia with faces full of disdain.

"Need something?" In response, Zavia only opened one eye to glance at them.

"Humph. So you're that rookie hero brought here right? You seem quite free not needing to train and entering through the backdoor! As expected of backdoor entries!"

The student in the middle immediately started mocking. His mocking words were laced with disdain and ridicule, making the other two cover their mouths, trying to muffle their laughter.

Hearing the other party's words, Zavia's brows slightly creased. He slowly raised his head, his tone cold as he spoke:

"Who permitted you to speak to me like this? Miscellaneous cultivator!"