Pirate: I Was Dug Up by Robin

　　"Dad, what do you think of this golden clock tower, it looks really good."

　　Marco sat down beside the Four Emperors Whitebeard:.

　　"Cu la la la, Marco, it's rare that you're also tempted."

　　Whitebeard laughed.

　　"No, I just want to hear whether the bell of the golden bell is really as wonderful as that stupid bird of Morgans: it's just as wonderful as it is described, and I'll find Ace by the way."

　　Marco scratched the pineapple head embarrassedly.

　　"If you want to see it, it's fine to go and have a look. This time it's really going to be lively, but don't go too deep, it's enough to be a spectator."

　　Whitebeard spoke up.

　　When most people in the world are concerned and covet the golden land and the golden bell in the present world.

　　However, Whitebeard noticed a point that Morgans could downplay and ignore.

　　"Bastard Shiki, after thinking about it, only your Fluffy Fruit ability can do this. Even you bastard has fallen. That guy is still as scary as ever!"

　　Whitebeard whispered to himself...

　　An isolated island in the red-haired territory of the Four Emperors of the New World.

　　The lively banquet that lasted for an unknown number of days is still going on today.

　　"Little ones, come and come, toast to the Golden Country and the Golden Bell Tower."

　　The drunken red-haired Four Emperors made another random excuse and started toasting.

　　"Oh"

　　All the cadres and members of the Red-haired Pirates responded in unison.

　　aside.

　　Hawkeye Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, showed a look of disgust on his face, and stood up straight.

　　He was forcibly dragged by the red hair of the Four Emperors and held a banquet for more than ten days.

　　For... Hawkeye, who likes to be quiet, this is nothing short of torture.

　　This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to join the redhead.

　　"Etc., etc……"

　　Seeing that Hawkeye is going.

　　The redhead hurriedly grabbed the corner of his shirt.

　　"Don't go yet, Mihawk, play for two more days, and play for two more days. I'll let Jesus and Laziru go with you to see the fun."

　　……

Chapter 1 Zefa: You are the worst I have ever brought [4/[-]]

　　The calm sea makes waves.

　　Undercurrents are surging.

　　Since the establishment of the Four Emperors in the New World four years ago.

　　The sea had not been so turbulent in a long time.

　　With the brewing of the Golden Township Shandola event.

　　The eyes of the world are all focused on Alabasta and on Hwaseong.

　　The Little Pirates of Paradise, the Great Pirates of the New World, the Shichibukai and even the Four Emperors, and even the World Government.

　　Countless people on the sea are eager to move for the legendary golden clock tower.

　　The world is gathering in Huacheng!!! At this moment.

　　Alabasta Huacheng in the middle of all events, all undercurrents.

　　It still looks peaceful.

　　No tension at all.

　　For... the coming storm, the people in the city seemed unaware.

　　Or rather, don't care at all.

　　'When'' when'' when' early morning.

　　The sun is fine.

　　The breeze is not dry.

　　The melodious and wonderful golden bell rang on time and punctually from a height of [-] meters, echoing in the sky.

　　The lingering sound is lingering for a long time.

　　Under the influence of the beautiful golden bells, people's tense spirits relax unconsciously.

　　The tense muscles also relax.

　　"idiots"

　　On the coast of Hwaseong, an angry shout suddenly sounded.

　　It was the 'devil' instructor Zefa who was angry.

　　"It's not enough after just practicing for a while. You are so embarrassed to call yourself a warrior who has experienced many battles. You just won a small battle in the South China Sea, are you complacent?"

　　"Look at how lazy you are now. You have no discipline at all. Even if you survived by luck last time, next time, half-hearted people like you will definitely die in the war."

　　"You guys are the worst class of students I've ever brought!"

　　Zepha's harsh reprimands echoed over the coast.

　　Hearing Zephyr's majestic shout.

　　There was no discipline on the coast, and people who sat and rested casually stood upright in horror.

　　Even Sabo, who was in charge of leading the team, was no exception.

　　Even if he is the commander-in-chief of the South China Sea operation.

　　Here at the moment.

　　In front of Hwaseong Chief Instructor Zefa, he was still a student.

　　For... stern teachings from Zephyr.

　　Sabo didn't complain at all.

　　Because he knows.

　　The harshness at the moment will give them a chance to survive in the cruel war in the future.

　　South China Sea Operation Victory Returns.

　　Sabo's reward is now the three thousand warriors behind him.

　　After two months of war running in.

　　The overall quality of the surviving fighters of the Maritime Work Club has been improved by several grades.

　　But it is still far from a real elite special team.

　　The reason is also obvious.

　　Each of these three thousand warriors was born in the wild from all over the world.

　　Never experienced orthodox military training.

　　Even after the war, their consciousness has changed dramatically.

　　But discipline, style, and some daily habits are not easy to change.

　　It's like long-distance endurance training now.

　　They all gathered together, slumped and relaxed, and the scene was chaotic.

　　On the other side, Ain, Binz, etc. brought out by Zefa... The soldiers of the pirate guerrillas are still orderly, no one is left behind to relax, and the discipline is strict.

　　Even the disciplinary performance of the Alabasta King Army, led by the deputy captain of the guard Bell, who took a break from class, was much better than those of his... bastards.

　　Three phase comparison.

　　Judgment.

　　Sabo wasn't upset about it, though.

　　He believed that under the strict teaching of former Admiral and Chief Instructor Zefa.

　　Leave time.

　　The group of people under his command will inevitably change.

　　Be a great help to your mentor.

　　"Everyone, go ahead."

　　Sabo clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

　　"Yes, Captain Sabo."

　　Everyone shouted in unison to drink the coast, and the training for the basic physical fitness and endurance of the human body continued.

　　Zefa looked at the three thousand warriors who cheered up under Sabo's leadership.

　　An old face still maintains the absolute majesty of an instructor.

　　However, he nodded his head in recognition.

　　Although this class of students is generally poor.

　　But there are a lot of bright spots.

　　For example, Sabo, and young people who are now doing advanced domineering practice elsewhere.