Chapter 17: This Guy is Only Twelve
Boom! Boom!
The heavy sounds of strikes echoed like morning bells and evening drums, repeatedly ringing in the ears of the surrounding new recruits.
The recruits at the front were desperately trying to distance themselves from the silver-haired boy whose fists moved like a storm.
Meanwhile, the recruits at the back were shouting and waving their weapons, pushing those in front towards Rorschach.
They weren't unaware of the occasionally cleared arena and the figures flying away, vomiting blood.
But the sheer number of recruits around gave them confidence in knocking down Rorschach.
Moreover, when the recruits at the front were knocked away, what concern was it to those at the back?
Just charge!
After all, that silver-haired monster in the center was surrounded by hundreds of people.
Could he really break out?
While they thought this, at the center of the arena, Rorschach had acquired a dozen new wounds.
The recruit uniform he wore was slashed by long swords, becoming tattered.
His skin was torn, seeping with red blood.
But the cuts hadn't reached his muscles, let alone his bones.
Despite Rorschach's astonishing strength and swift punches, the number of people attacking him simultaneously was simply too many.
As the saying goes, two fists can't fight four hands, let alone forty hands, or even four hundred hands?
In the chaotic melee, countless swords and blades still managed to strike his body.
The stinging pain of the wounds made Rorschach's eyes glint red, and his breathing grew heavier.
"I must... move!"
Crack! Crack!
Rorschach stomped his right foot, shattering the ground beneath him and crushing the hard rocks. He lowered his body swiftly, dodging four or five glittering long swords, his hands touching the ground, his body arched, and the muscles in his legs tightened like springs.
The tendons in his calves coiled tightly, like springs compressed to their limits, then suddenly released!
His arms spread wide like a giant eagle about to soar, or like a massive horn on the head of an ancient triceratops.
Boom!
The hard ground shattered, and Rorschach's arms slashed out like an angry bull, crashing straight into the crowd ahead, completely ignoring the flashing swords before him.
Rorschach, bursting forth with explosive power, charged like a high-speed sea train, piercing straight into the dense crowd.
In just a moment of contact, the new recruits blocking Rorschach's path completely collapsed.
Then the officers watching from below the arena saw the crowded mass suddenly pour outwards.
New recruits with weapons in hand flew backward, crashing down around the arena like dumplings, their faces bruised and battered, screaming and groaning in pain.
This awe-inspiring scene made the officers of the 177th branch twitch at the corners of their mouths.
"Is this the strength of a new recruit? Did Major General Adila secretly bring in an officer from the Navy Headquarters to suppress these unruly fellows?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The silver-haired boy rampaged through the chaotic crowd, knocking down the new recruits in the most savage manner.
Wherever he went, the crowd scattered like a fierce shark charging into a school of sardines, unstoppable.
"Just by sheer physical strength, he managed to defeat hundreds without resistance. It's no wonder Brother Sakazuki has his eye on him. This boy is indeed extraordinary.
Moreover, he still looks somewhat youthful. I guess he's no older than seventeen or eighteen, right?
At seventeen or eighteen, possessing strength comparable to a branch captain's. With some training, he could immediately match high-ranking officers. This boy named Rorschach undoubtedly has a bright future ahead."
Major General Adila remarked as he stood beside Admiral Akainu, watching the scene expressionlessly.
Hearing Adila's remarks, Hibari, Dawes, and Dono exchanged glances, a mysterious smile appearing on their faces.
Dawes approached Major General Adila and said leisurely, "Major General Adila, don't let Rorschach's youthful face fool you. His actual age isn't seventeen or eighteen."
"Not seventeen or eighteen?" Major General Adila was taken aback, rubbing his chin in thought, then nodded as if he understood something.
"True, some people naturally look young and handsome, with a big difference between their appearance and actual age. I've seen such cases before.
Once, I met an agile old woman in the Grand Line. I thought she was at most sixty or seventy, but she was actually one hundred and twenty."
As he spoke, Major General Adila looked at Rorschach in the arena, "But, even if he's in his twenties, possessing such strength is still quite impressive. His potential won't stop at being a captain; he might even rise to a rear admiral or vice admiral in the Navy Headquarters!"
Not far away, Hibari's face turned red with restraint.
The chubby chef Dono had a strange expression.
Dawes chuckled, "No, Major General Adila, what I mean is that Rorschach isn't even seventeen or eighteen yet."
"Not even seventeen or eighteen?" Major General Adila seemed confused.
Dawes was about to explain further, but the red-faced Hibari couldn't hold back and blurted out the truth.
"Uncle Adila, Brother Rorschach is twelve years old, just a year older than me."
"What? Who's twelve?"
Major General Adila was stunned.
"Brother Rorschach, don't let his tall stature fool you. In reality, he's gentle and shy. The reason he killed so many pirates was that he was too heartbroken, losing his father and everything in that disaster."
Hibari said, her face showing concern as she watched Rorschach fighting in the arena.
Although she believed Rorschach would win, the large number of enemies made her worry about his injuries.
Chef Dono placed his big, warm hand on Hibari's head, "Don't worry, little Hibari, that kid has tough skin. Even if he gets hurt, as long as he eats my cooking, he'll heal quickly. Besides, we have the quack doctor Dawes here."
"Who are you calling a quack doctor? I'm a certified doctor with a high-level medical license," Dawes shouted.
While they bickered, Major General Adila stood in a daze, as if struck by a hammer, repeatedly muttering:
"Twelve years old, just twelve years old, and without any training marks.
More talented than the geniuses CP9 produces once in eight hundred years, a true monstrous genius.
We're in luck, our North Blue is in luck. Zephyr-sensei, I must tell Zephyr-sensei. Hearing this news will surely lift his spirits from grief and add a new admiral to the just Navy!"
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