Chapter 92 Garp Zephyr: Ten Times More Efficient? I Want To Try

Fujitora could more or less guess what Carlos was thinking.

Recruiting soldiers was likely in preparation for the next phase of the Marine's operations in the New World.

Before, this might not have been an issue.

But now, things had changed.

Not long ago, Carlos had doubled the soldier's salaries and introduced several welfare policies.

Carlos waved his hand dismissively. "You don't need to worry about finances. As Marine Marshal, that's my responsibility."

He leaned back in his chair. "However, the new recruits you've brought back still need to be evaluated. If they're too weak, it won't work."

The Marine isn't a charity, and Carlos had no interest in funding people who wouldn't contribute.

With the current opportunities and resources available, even someone with average talent could become a formidable force if they put in the effort.

"Next, we'll issue a new recruitment notice. We're aiming to bring in another 100,000 people."

Carlos looked directly at Fujitora. "You'll be in charge of this."

Fujitora nodded as Carlos continued. "In a month, I'll be selecting the top elites from these 300,000 new recruits to officially form the Marine Inspectorate Team."

Green Bull scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Why go through all that trouble? Can't we just pick people from the combat power rankings?"

Carlos merely smiled.

Before he could respond, Ain stepped in, explaining the special training room to everyone.

Akainu and Green Bull exchanged glances, both visibly surprised.

They had noticed something strange on the way over—thousands of Marine soldiers were crowding around the square. At the time, it had piqued their curiosity.

Now, they understood why.

But was this training room really that impressive?

The three Admirals were both curious and skeptical. After leaving the Marshal's office, they headed straight for Marineford Square.

With their high status, they felt too embarrassed to compete with ordinary sailors for spots in the training room. Instead, they observed from a distance for a while before arriving at training room.

When they opened the door, they saw only a few people inside.

Momousagi was practicing swordsmanship with Dracule Mihawk, and Yamato was sparring with Kaido.

The sight made all three Admirals freeze in shock.

"What? Kaido?"

"What's going on?"

Despite the arrival of Akainu and the others, the people inside barely acknowledged them, too focused on their intense training.

Akainu and the others continued to watch in confusion, unsure of what they were witnessing.

Green Bull was about to approach them when his usually carefree expression changed.

A powerful, indescribable pressure spread through his entire body, catching him off guard. He nearly stumbled.

"So, this is the gravity they were talking about! Incredible... It's unbelievably strong!" he muttered, amazed.

Fujitora, too, felt the weight pressing down on him. His expression shifted to one of utter shock. "This… this is definitely ten times normal gravity! How is this even possible?"

As a The Zushi Zushi no Mi Devil Fruit user himself, Fujitora's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the sheer power of the gravity field.

Meanwhile, Akainu didn't pay much attention to the others. After shaking off the initial discomfort, he approached a set of equipment. Picking up a ten-ton stone weight, he silently began his training.

Time passed, though none of them noticed.

The more Akainu trained, the more he felt a deep, unfamiliar satisfaction. Sweat poured down his body, and his muscles screamed with exhaustion.

But it felt good.

How long had it been since he'd felt this alive, this fulfilled?

Akainu's mind drifted back, recalling the days when he had trained under Zephyr.

"Those were the good times," he murmured.

Ever since becoming a Marine Admiral, his life had been a whirlwind of meetings and pirate hunts. He hadn't had the luxury of focusing on training like this in years.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Akainu wished he could take a year off.

In this incredible training ground, he was certain that he could surpass even the Four Emperors.

At that moment, he forgot his rank, his responsibilities, and everything else.

All that mattered was the training. He felt like a fresh, eager recruit once more—hungry, passionate, and ready to push his limits.

A few days later, news from Naval Headquarters spread like wildfire, eventually reaching Sengoku.

"Marineford expanding its forces to three hundred thousand? Has Carlos lost his mind?"

After hearing the full story, Sengoku immediately understood the potential consequences of this decision.

Although she maintained her calm, Tsuru's expression became unusually serious.

"This guy Carlos is really being reckless," Tsuru remarked. "As Marine Marshal, his every move doesn't just reflect on him—it reflects the entire Marine.

"Three hundred thousand sailors, double salaries, and a whole array of generous benefits. If we keep growing like this, the headquarters will run out of money. If those promises can't be kept, it'll damage the Marine's reputation."

Sengoku sighed softly. "And that's not all. Carlos is claiming that the new Marineford training can increase a soldier's growth speed by three to ten times!"

"What?"

The entire room stirred at those words.

"Increase training speed by three to ten times? What does that even mean? That's absurd!"

After living through decades of battles and hardships, none of them had ever heard of such an outrageous claim.

"Is he exaggerating to speed up troop recruitment?" someone muttered.

"His methods are even more radical than Sakazuki's..."

Garp, who had been sitting with his arms crossed and eyes closed in thought, shook his head.

He wasn't a Devil Fruit user. Instead, he had devoted himself entirely to physical combat and mastering Haki. Through relentless training and countless life-or-death battles, Garp had forged his strength as one of the top warriors in the world.

He knew better than anyone that there were no shortcuts to becoming strong.

"Faster training? What a joke," Garp said bluntly.

It wasn't just Garp. Many others found it hard to believe that such a thing could exist. It wasn't out of jealousy—they were genuinely happy if the Marines were getting stronger—but the claim seemed too fantastical.

Garp furrowed his brow and looked over at Sengoku. His old friend's expression was dark and unreadable, clearly deep in thought.

A heavy silence filled the room.

After a moment, Tsuru spoke up hesitantly. "Carlos isn't the kind of person to be careless. Could it be the work of a Devil Fruit?"

Garp stood up suddenly, clenching his fists. "Enough speculation. If there's something as miraculous as this, I need to see it for myself!"

Zephyr abruptly rose to his feet as well. His old face twitched with restrained irritation.

As someone who had served as an instructor in the Marine for decades and trained thousands of students, Zephyr was someone with authority on training matters. Hearing claims like this was hard for him to stomach.

If he hadn't been so composed, he'd have started cursing already.

"Garp, I'm coming with you!" Zephyr declared.

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