This part, Marinfando.

After a few days of voyage, he finally finished his patrol mission and returned to the headquarters.

At this time, the headquarters was filled with jingling sounds. One-third of the buildings above the war were destroyed. At this time, this place was still the headquarters, so we naturally need to hurry up and renovate it.

Fortunately, his own home is well protected.

However, before he could go home, a navy ran over and said that he was looking for him in the Warring States Period.

"Okay, I'm going to be scolded."

Kulo bit his cigar and said to Clow behind him: "Take Sazel to report, I'll be scolded and come back."

"I understand, Mr. Crowe." Crowe nodded.

The navy led the way and soon took Kuro to a spacious office. Afterwards, he stepped down. Kuro straightened his collar and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The voice of the Warring States Period sounded inside.

Kuro pushed the door and saw the Warring States Period lowering his head, as if he was processing documents.

On the side, He sat on the sofa drinking tea. When he saw Kuro, he smiled and said, "You little devil, you are causing trouble."

"Stop kidding me, Grandma He." Kuro pulled the corners of his mouth.

Hearing this, the Warring States Period raised its head and blue veins appeared on its forehead.

"Culo!! What you did!"

"Don't be angry, Warring States Sang."

Curro walked to the sofa on the other side and sat down, put the cigar into the ashtray and twisted it out, laughing: "That Bonaparte Polopa has the ambition to replace our navy. Isn't this a precaution?"

"Stop coming, that guy can't do that kind of thing at all. Do you think our navy is just having a good meal? That guy Polopa is not the point at all. The point is that you let two countries sue you. Can't you be more secure when doing things!" The Warring States roared.

"I think, but when they come directly, I can't do anything. Warring States Sang, you know me. I am the most reliable person in doing things. You can't see my dangerous things." Kuro said innocently.

"Enough! You lazy guy!"

The tone of the Warring States Period was a little lower: "I have saved this matter for you by the government. You will not cause trouble for me during this period. I am going to retire. Do you understand if I retire?"

Kuro took out his ears, "Yes, yes... don't have to be so loud, I heard it."

Less trouble?

He still wants to avoid causing trouble. Have you given me a chance?

When you put me back to the East China Sea, there was nothing happening. Everyone was happy. Do you know that the win-win situation is?

The Warring States Period stared at him for a while, "Anyway, let's just do it. If it's okay, go back and rest. Stay in the headquarters first and finish your award."

"Oh...I'll take it back first, Warring States Sang."

He rolled his eyes and knew that he was here to get scolded.

Just as Kuro was about to go out, the Warring States Period suddenly said, "Wait."

"Um?"

"About the marshal, who do you want to come to power."

"ah?"

Kuro turned around and said in a daze: "What do you ask me about this kind of lieutenant colonel?"

"What's wrong with Lieutenant Colonel? Isn't the Lieutenant Colonel a navy? As long as it's a navy, I'm qualified to discuss this matter. Don't pretend to be garlic with me, Kuro." said the Warring States Period.

"I like my old man, so I withdrew."

Kuro waved his hand and walked out of the door.

"The cunning little fox, like Porusalino, is unwilling to get involved in this matter." Warring States Period gritted its teeth and looked at the closed door.

"Forget it, you don't know what kind of character he is all about. It's the same. If you don't want to get involved, don't get involved. It's not a good thing."

He crossed his hands and said lightly: "You want Kuro to support Kuzan and influence Porusalino by the way. They will see this, and they are not fools."

"Oh... Forget it, let him go, I can't control anything."

Warring States Period rubbed its head and sighed.

...

"This is the training ground, from now on, you're a formal navy."

After completing the procedures for Sazil, Klo took him to the training ground of the headquarters and said, "In addition, although you are my direct subordinate, our group is a bit different. When you are training for recruits, I will not ask you to get good results, and of course it will not be too bad. You need to get the most average score among the training of many recruits. It cannot be too good or too bad."

What does it mean?

Sazil was a little confused.

It is understandable that he cannot get too bad results. Of course, he is aiming for excellence as a navy.

But what the hell is that not too good?

"Anyway, just take an average, exceed one or lower one, and you will receive a strict training from me." Clow pushed down his glasses, his tone with malicious intentions.

Go and suffer!

He came to the training ground at that time. In order to ensure his moderateness, he was very distressed to deliberately control his strength, and he suffered even more than fighting with all his might.

This pain cannot be finished at this point.

This should become their "fine tradition" in this lineage.

"Clow?"

Suddenly, a sound came from beside him.

Smoger bit two thick cigars and walked over with Daschi.

"Mr. Smoger." Clow said hello.

"You're back, that means Kuro is back too?" Smog arrived and glanced at Sazel behind him, "Is this?"

"Yes, Mr. Kuro had just been called over by the Warring States Marshal. This is the recruit Sazil Kuro. We met a very qualified person while sailing." Klo said.

"What's the name?" Smog was stunned.

"Report, my name is Sazil Kuro!" Sazil raised his chest and raised his head.

"No, I've taken my last name."

"My name is Kuro!"

"Say again who you are."

"Uh...my name is Kuro!"

After Sazel finished speaking, he watched Smog's expression change from surprise to a bad taste. He had seen that expression, from Clo and Lida...

"Your name is Kuro, I miss you so much!"

Smog grabbed Sazel's hand and smiled: "My good friend is also called Kuro. He usually likes to practice with me when he has nothing to do. No, let's talk with me. Since your name is Kuro, then this tradition cannot be lost."

"My friends are not weak men. Since you want to become my friends' subordinates, let me try it out, what is your level!"

As he said that, he pulled Sazel and dragged it into the training ground forcibly.

"No, no!"

Sazil's tone became sharper and he struggled wildly, "I won't go! I'm just a recruit, I won't go anywhere! Mr. Clow, Mr. Clow, save me!"

He begged to look at Crow, his eyes like a pitiful little girl.

Clow smiled, "This is a good opportunity. Kulo, just accompany Mr. Smog, he will train you, and I believe you will grow up. Mr. Smog, be sure not to hold back at Kulo. It is best to let Kulo teach him a long lesson. He used to be a trainee pirate."

"Ah...then I have more reason. Don't worry, Clow, I will let Clow correct that strange psychology!"

Smog smiled grimly.

Half of the famous generals and schoolmen of the Navy who taught Kuro a lesson, probably wanted to do this.
Chapter completed!