Demon Slayer Virgil [Isekai One Piece]

Originally still somewhat unhappy that Marty didn't agree to the duel, Evan's smile gradually grew wider upon hearing Marty agree.

"Then it's decided, the fight will start tomorrow at this time in the dueling arena."

"No problem," Zavia responded expressionlessly.

In fact, as far as the duel was concerned, Zavia didn't take it very seriously, because this fight was without any suspense.

It was like a 17-18 year old youth fighting a 6-7 year old kid, the outcome didn't need saying at all.

Although Zavia felt this Ross still had some ability, after all not many trash could make it into the elite camp, they were all screened and selected from the novice camp.

Although Ross seemed to have entered through the backdoor, those who entered the camp completely based on connections would only get oppressed here.

This indirectly showed that Ross actually still had some ability and wasn't just some young master like Zavia said before.

However! The reason for saying so was from Zavia's point of view. After all, with Zavia's strength, he could basically just stride through the elite or novice camps. The only ones who could deal with him were probably Marine Vice Admirals.

After all, Haki could inflict damage on Zavia. He didn't understand the reason, but being able to inflict damage meant those with Armament Haki posed a threat to him!

Although it hadn't reached lethal levels yet. After all, even with the strongest Armament Haki, they definitely couldn't beat to death someone with Zavia's "Little Monster" physique. The difference in strength levels was clear.

The Devil May Cry world couldn't compare to the One Piece world.

As for why Marty agreed so readily, Zavia guessed some reasons. According to Robbie, what Marty valued wasn't the students' strength but rather their mental state. If a student didn't even have an upward, proactive attitude, Marty would never show them a good face.

However, what Zavia displayed to Marty, although it was just half a day's time, Marty saw Zavia's proactive and striving attitude.

Although this was the truth, after all Zavia also wanted to quickly accomplish things to make Zephyr take him as a disciple faster. Because there was a difference between Zephyr's guidance and other instructors' guidance, Zavia understood this very clearly.

Zephyr would have Zavia train based on his special physique. Although other instructors might too, Zephyr's teaching methods were probably better than others'. After all, Zephyr's educational methods were much better than the rest.

Seeing Ross' increasingly ugly expression, Zavia felt an indescribable feeling for some reason.

That feeling, it really was that, that very rarely seen feeling. It made one feel happy, but there was also a trace of hidden thrill mixed in that happiness. Extremely thrilling...

"What are you guys still watching for?! Hurry and go train!" Upon seeing things were settled, Evan immediately had the spectators disperse.

Since the students saw enough of the show and Evan spoke up, everyone fled the scene as if their lives depended on it.

"Since that's done, I'll take my leave first too. Instructors Evan and Marty, I've already completed today's training."

Seeing there was nothing else, Zavia didn't linger around either. He already finished training early in the morning. Running those hundred meters just now was purely to test out his grasp over spatial teleportation.

The result was very smooth. Perhaps it was because Vergil himself pursued the spatial aspect. So Zavia's comprehension towards spatial abilities was also extremely smooth. Currently his spatial teleportation range increased from 25 meters to 30 meters.

Although the increase wasn't large, for Zavia it was already sufficient. A swordsman with 30 meter diameter spatial teleportation. That was simply giving wings to a tiger.

"Your training is done? All I saw was you running a few hundred laps."

Hearing Zavia's words, Marty felt somewhat puzzled. Understandably so, after all he didn't know about Zavia's cultivation methods.

"Yes. I have my own training regimen tailored to my physique that was suggested by Vice Admiral Garp."

"So it was Garp huh. I see, speaking of which, did you get tested yet?"

"Tested? That test for new navy recruits' whatever Strength Index or something? I heard Robbie mention it before but no one brought me to get tested."

"I see. Then let's go, I'll bring you to get tested and see."

Hearing that, Marty bid Evan and Ross farewell with Zavia before bringing him to the Physique Testing Chamber.

"Uncle Evan, why did you agree to the duel? You should know that Zavia isn't ordinary right?"

Seeing no one was left, Ross who had been hiding in a corner the entire time anxiously spoke up. He seemed dissatisfied with Evan's decision. Of course, he exhibited humility.

"Hmph! Isn't he just some trash who got in through connections? Relying on his ties with Garp and wants to gain a foothold in the navy? Dream on! Don't worry, you'll definitely win tomorrow's duel. Your uncle will help you."

Evan exhibited disdain towards Zavia entering the navy. He didn't have any good feelings over this matter at all.

"Why are you so certain I'll win? That Zavia is a Space ability user! You saw it too!"

"Hmph, so what? It's just a Devil Fruit user right? Very easy, don't worry. Bring the secret weapon I give you tomorrow and I guarantee he'll definitely lose."

Speaking, Evan revealed a cold sneer. This gave Ross an ominous premonition. He felt that he would definitely lose the duel tomorrow, and lose horribly at that.

***

Fleet Admiral's Office

"What? That brat Zavia is dueling someone?"

At this time in the Fleet Admiral's office, Garp was sitting on the sofa holding a conch. His face revealed some shock.

"That's right. Sigh Really. Although that Zavia is a good seedling, his actions are a bit too rash."

Whereas before Garp, Sengoku sitting at his desk held a document while his other hand rubbed his head, seemingly helpless.

"No, Sengoku. That Zavia isn't what you think."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Although the time I've known Zavia isn't long, he's a calm person. Not hotblooded and impulsive like the youths I know. On the contrary he's more like a mature and steady adult."

Garp carefully recalled his memories with Zavia before slowly explaining.

"No youthful hot blood? That's not right. He looks to be at puberty right? Not only is there no boiling hot blood, he's instead mature and steady? What does this mean?"

After hearing Garp's explanation, Sengoku also couldn't help feeling puzzled over Zavia. Perhaps Zavia experienced some major life-and-death event?

"I don't understand either. But my overall feeling of him is mature and steady. Extremely cold towards enemies yet very passionate towards friends. As for himself it's like he has split personalities. That's how it is."

"This is..."

Sengoku who already felt very puzzled heard Garp's words and felt even more that Zavia's background was not simple, as a few more wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

***

The next day at dawn, Zavia was still training at the parade grounds. This was a necessary action.

Although the Legacy powers could prevent Zavia's physique from declining, it didn't improve either. It could only maintain, not catalyze change. In other words, this power wasn't one where he could cultivate even while sleeping.

However, it had one advantage. Zavia basically had no demands for rest, eating, or drinking compared to normal people. In other words concepts like sleep schedules and meals for normal people didn't exist for Zavia. So even if Zavia didn't sleep at all it didn't matter.

The so-called sleep was entirely replaced by meditation. Therefore, it would be more accurate to say the previous dream was something Zavia saw during a vision while meditating rather than a dream during sleep.

Putting down the 200 pound dumbbell in hand, Zavia looked at the fishbelly whiteness on the horizon. He tidied up a bit before walking towards the shower room.

***

Morning classes were the same as usual. Those who should be sleeping were still sleeping, the teacher didn't notice as per normal, and the admiring gazes from classmates grew more and more.

Very quickly morning classes ended and it was finally time for the afternoon duel. At a certain corner of the military academy's parade grounds was an inconspicuous building that didn't stand out much.

However, the inside was filled with people. Almost all the students from each grade along with some instructors. Among them, Sengoku, Zephyr, and Garp were also present. They also wanted to see Zavia's first fight at the academy.

Especially Zephyr. Because Sengoku told him about Zavia's matters earlier, thinking what a waste it'd be if he really was a good seedling but gave up on him, he came.

Seemed instructors had this as an occupational disease. Inside a square marked by white lines, Zavia and Ross stood facing each other.

Currently the two's conditions were completely different. Zavia had an indifferent attitude, expressionlessly looking left and right before finally fixing his gaze on Zephyr above, seemingly lost in thought.

Whereas Ross held a black metal rod in a somewhat nervous state. That metal rod Ross held was 2 meters long and 1 cm thick, emitting a black luster. It looked very impressive.

In contrast, what Zavia held was a wooden sword. That's right, an extremely common wooden sword used to train swordsmanship.

At this time the entire spectator stand was filled with high spirits. Everyone wanted to witness the new guy's match with Young Master Ross.

"Are both sides ready then?"

Standing between Zavia and Ross was the referee currently asking the two people after looking at them.

"Whatever."

Called back by the voice, Zavia retracted his gaze from Zephyr to reply expressionlessly before the referee then looked towards Ross.

"I... me too!"

Seeing the referee look at him like that, Ross' complexion was somewhat flustered. He glanced at Evan off to the side before steeling his resolve to speak.

"Then, begin!"

The moment the words faded, the referee immediately vanished inside the white lines. A second later he reappeared outside. That was Soru (Shave - a speed technique).

"Let me say this first. There isn't a shred of suspense in this fight. If you surrender now you can at least keep some face."

After starting, Zavia assumed an arrogant look as he spoke extremely arrogantly.