I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

As Finn approached, Virgo turned to Hina with a cold tone. "Is that your officer?"

Hina nodded respectfully. "Yes, Mr. Vice Admiral."

Virgo remained in place, his eyes narrowing as Finn came to stand before him. His voice turned sharp. "Do you have orders from Naval Headquarters to destroy this country's civil infrastructure without authorization?"

Finn merely smiled, raising his fist in response.

With a swift motion, his punch flew towards Virgo, cloaked in the dark aura of Armament Haki.

Virgo's eyes widened. He had no time to hesitate. He activated his own Haki, the clash inevitable.

Boom!

The impact was deafening. Finn's strike, amplified by the refined power of the Gentle Fist technique, rippled through Virgo's defenses, sending him flying across the room. He crashed against the factory wall and slumped to the ground.

"What are you doing?!" a nearby officer shouted, his face flushed with anger and confusion.

But Finn was quicker. Another punch silenced the man mid-sentence, sending him crashing to the ground like Virgo.

The sudden confrontation left the entire group of Marines stunned. No one dared move—both Virgo's soldiers and Finn's Independent Battalion watched in disbelief. This wasn't just an ordinary attack; it was a direct strike against a Vice Admiral of Naval Headquarters.

"Sir...what is going on?" Hina's voice wavered as she stared at Virgo's crumpled form on the ground.

Finn's smile remained calm, almost unsettling. "Isn't it strange?"

Hina struggled for words, her mind racing. "Strange? You just attacked a Vice Admiral! How—?"

Finn ignored her, turning instead to Tashigi, who stood silently nearby. "What about you? Do you think it's strange?"

Tashigi shook her head firmly. "No, sir. If you struck him, he must have deserved it. You don't do things without reason."

Her unwavering loyalty was apparent. Tashigi's trust in Finn was absolute, shaped by her time under his command.

"See the difference?" Finn joked as he patted Hina's shoulder lightly. "That man," he pointed to Virgo, "isn't just a Vice Admiral. He's a top officer in Donquixote's First Generation Red Heart Army."

Hina's eyes went wide in shock. "A pirate... as a Vice Admiral?"

Finn smirked at her disbelief. "Yes, Hina. You're looking at a traitor."

Virgo, still struggling to stand, coughed up blood and glared at Finn. "How did you figure it out?"

Virgo knew there was no point in denying it. Finn wasn't the kind to be fooled by lies. He admitted defeat with a sneer.

Finn let out a bored sigh. "Really? Another question like that?"

He turned back to Hina, who now looked deeply embarrassed. "Now you understand why I struck him?"

Hina lowered her head, a flush of shame coloring her cheeks. "Yes, sir. I was wrong."

Finn chuckled, brushing off her apology. "Good. Admitting mistakes is the first step."

As he moved towards another figure—Monet—tension filled the air. She had watched everything unfold and instinctively knew her cover was blown. Finn's movements had made it clear she was next.

Without warning, Monet activated her Devil Fruit powers. In an instant, a heavy snow fell, and the air grew frigid. The temperature dropped sharply as her body took on the ethereal form of the Logia user she was.

"Logia!" Hina exclaimed in horror. "There's someone like that in the Marines?"

Finn tapped her on the forehead playfully. "Wake up, Colonel. She's no Marine. She's another Donquixote Family officer."

Hina's confusion deepened. "What...?"

Monet's once sweet and elegant expression twisted into something dark and menacing. "You've been snooping around our operations quite well," she snarled, her voice laced with venom.

Snowflakes swirled around her as she prepared to attack, her fierce gaze locked on Finn.

But Finn, nonchalant as ever, raised a hand to stop her. "Before we fight, I have a question."

Monet hesitated, momentarily taken off guard.

"Shouldn't you be on Punk Hazard?" Finn asked, tilting his head curiously. "What are you doing here with Virgo?"

Her eyes widened in shock at his knowledge, but she quickly masked it with a sneer. "You think I'll tell you?"

Finn laughed, already piecing together the puzzle. "You're probably just escorting him, bringing kids back to Punk Hazard, or something like that."

Unfazed by her silence, he smiled. "It's alright. I don't need you to answer. By the way, you're really beautiful, Monet."

Her sinister demeanor shifted instantly. The compliment seemed to throw her off balance. A smug grin spread across her face as she stroked her hair. "Well, you do have good taste."

Everyone around them, Hina included, was utterly baffled by the sudden change in Monet's behavior.

Finn, of course, knew exactly how to play her. "In this winter wonderland, you look like the Snow Queen herself," he continued with a teasing smile.

Monet, now fully basking in his words, purred in response. "Hehehe, flattery will get you everywhere."

Before she could react, Finn disappeared with a flicker. When he reappeared behind her, his voice was soft yet firm. "Miss Monet, you really are beautiful... but I'm going to beat you now."

And without warning, his Haki-clad hand came down hard, delivering a swift strike.

Smack!

Monet's eyes flew open in shock. The impact of the blow reverberated through her body, and she let out a stunned gasp as the pain set in.

Her mind raced as her confidence shattered. For a moment, she could barely comprehend what had just happened. Then, darkness overtook her, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

Finn straightened, his usual grin plastered across his face. "Well, that's that."

Everyone was speechless. They had just witnessed the seemingly impossible—a masterclass in deception, combat, and... unexpected flattery.