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

As the system's options flashed before Finn, curiosity piqued his interest.

"Particle weapons? Particle suits? And... what's this particle vibration stick?" he mused.

"Host, please read carefully. It's a particle teleporter, not a stick," the system corrected, a hint of annoyance in its tone.

Finn flushed slightly, coughing to hide his embarrassment. "Ahem, right... teleporter."

Taking a deep breath, Finn inspected the rewards:

Particle Weapons: Capable of transforming into various forms like knives, guns, or axes, and harder than diamond once fixed.Particle Battle Suit: Adjustable in size, with formidable defense capabilities.Particle Teleportation Rod: Allows instantaneous teleportation to a preset location. After use, it takes an hour to recharge.

"Nice! These will come in handy," Finn thought, his excitement growing. The weapons and suits were impressive, but the teleporter? That was a game-changer—perfect for life-saving retreats or surprise attacks. He grinned, envisioning the female soldiers teleporting out of danger, only to return once the battle swung in their favor.

With a devilish smirk, Finn turned his attention to Hina below. "Colonel Hina," he called out, "you seem confident in your army's strength."

"Hina has absolute confidence," she replied coolly, her tone unwavering.

"Good! How about a wager, then?" Finn leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "I won't even join the fight. If my army defeats yours, you'll become my subordinate."

Hina's face flushed with anger. She felt the sting of Finn's arrogance like a slap to her pride. "You're too full of yourself! You want a bet? Fine, but we're both Marines, and such a transfer isn't decided by us alone. It's up to the Marshal."

Finn shrugged, unfazed. "Leave Grandpa Sengoku to me. After I win, he won't care about something this trivial."

He glanced over at Sengoku, grinning provocatively. "Right, Grandpa?"

Sengoku's brow furrowed, but he held his composure. "Hmph! Do as you wish," he grumbled, secretly confident that Finn would lose.

With the bet solidified, Hina refused to back down. "Fine, but if I win, you'll become my subordinate. No excuses."

Finn chuckled, as if the idea of losing never crossed his mind. "Deal!" he said, already tasting victory.

Sengoku stood from the high platform, his voice booming across the field. "Let the battle begin!"

"Engage in land combat!" Hina shouted, her veteran soldiers moving like a well-oiled machine. Armed with wooden swords and training rifles, they charged into the battlefield, following her precise commands.

Meanwhile, Susie, Finn's second-in-command, barked orders. "Form the Yandang battle array! Middle forces, adopt the shield assault! Flankers, execute dragon-tail maneuvers!"

As if one entity, the 2,000 Marine female soldiers sprang into action, their movements precise, synchronized, and awe-inspiring. The entire audience watched in stunned silence.

"This coordination... it's like clockwork," murmured Crane, her experienced eyes flickering with admiration.

"It's not just coordinated," whispered Vice Admiral Momousagi, her disbelief growing. "It's… surgical."

Stolo Berry scoffed. "Coordination means nothing without raw power. Hina's soldiers are seasoned warriors. They'll crush them."

Ghost Spider grinned darkly. "Exactly. Those female soldiers haven't seen real combat. They're about to get a painful lesson."

But as the two forces collided, something shocking happened.

Instead of a quick rout, Hina's battle-hardened soldiers found themselves struggling. Wooden swords clashed, but the veterans' faces twisted in confusion. Each swing seemed to fall short, their strikes either parried or outright deflected by the female soldiers' overwhelming strength.

"What the—" a soldier gasped as he was disarmed with ease.

Another veteran, confident just moments earlier, was knocked unconscious with a swift blow to the neck.

Cries of panic spread through Hina's ranks. "This strength… it's impossible!"

On the sidelines, Sengoku's expression darkened. "How… How did they become so powerful?"

The once-assured Hina was losing ground rapidly. Despite her Devil Fruit powers, the relentless precision and teamwork of Finn's soldiers overwhelmed her forces. Even her most trusted lieutenants were either knocked out or disarmed in the chaos.

"Captain Daphne," Susie ordered calmly, "take your third team and focus on Colonel Hina."

Daphne nodded, rallying her squad. "Let's take her down!"

Hina fought back valiantly, but the sheer coordination of Finn's forces slowly wore her down. Two soldiers pounced, grabbing her arms and obscuring her vision. In moments, Hina was subdued, the proud colonel pinned to the ground as her remaining forces were scattered.

Ten minutes later, the battlefield fell silent. Finn's army stood victorious. Hina, despite her Devil Fruit powers and leadership, had been captured alive. Her army lay unconscious around her, while Finn's forces remained mostly unscathed.

From his rooftop perch, Finn leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've been rewarded: 2500 particle weapons, 2500 particle suits, and 2500 particle teleportation rods!"

He chuckled to himself. "Now this… this is what I call a win."