One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

After the confidential meeting adjourned, Wright ignored Garp's invitation to tea and senbei at Sengoku's office, instead heading to visit Zephyr—he'd been pulled into manual labor after the meeting and hadn't had the chance to see Zephyr yet.

It was the training period for the new recruits of the current generation, and Wright watched with satisfaction as his juniors endured their grueling training journey.

Compared to my own experience, this is nothing to you all…

"Teacher Zephyr, it's been over two years, and you're still as strong as ever!" Wright, dressed in a fitting black suit, white shirt, black leather shoes, and an eye-catching orange tie, wore a white coat of justice with orange cuffs, exuding a unique flair.

"I heard you've been promoted to commodore so quickly. Good work!" Zephyr was well-informed, and Wright knew that his promotion had only taken a single morning…

Zephyr didn't elaborate, but his expression suggested that he knew exactly why Wright had been promoted so fast. So, Zephyr likely knew the cause—should he be one of 'us' as well? At least, for now.

"Ah, hahaha, these things aren't worth mentioning in front of you, teacher." Wright said "modestly," his mouth stretching into a grin that nearly reached his ears, causing Zephyr to look at him, somewhat helpless.

"You're right on time. After your generation, I haven't had such an easy time training new recruits," Zephyr tapped his forehead, his usual stern expression faltering slightly. "There's always this false sense that they can still train. Your healing ability has truly become a powerful training tool."

"Teacher, back then I was thinking of inviting Wright to be an assistant instructor," said Shozu, who hadn't seen Wright in two years and looked even grimmer than before. "But I didn't bring it up so as not to delay your development. With your help, these kids' foundations would surely be more solid."

"Shozu!" Zephyr shook his head. "At first, I did think about it, but later, seeing how much Wright had grown, I realized that his first priority should be getting stronger—becoming a top-tier powerhouse. Wasting his energy elsewhere would be a poor decision."

"Having him serve as an assistant instructor at the training camp would be squandering his talents and stifling the potential of a future top-tier powerhouse. I would never do something that foolish."

"Moreover, Wright's contributions go beyond that... The combined combat formation training has now become a core part of the training camp's curriculum. New advanced cooperation techniques are being developed continuously, but the essence of it all comes down to the 'combined attack' concept Wright introduced back then."

"Thanks to the combined combat formation, trainees have paid more attention to collective strength than ever before—this mindset is essential, even for officers with exceptional individual combat power. In recent years, the practical training has led to some truly impressive records."

"Hahaha, teacher Zephyr, you're going to make me embarrassed with all these compliments!" Wright chuckled, his face nearly grinning from ear to ear, while Shozu silently muttered to himself, "Can this guy really become a top-tier powerhouse?"

After a bit more laughing, Wright snapped back to reality. "But teacher Zephyr, while training takes up a lot of time and I can't be of much help, if there's a practical training mission and no tasks for me, I could assist."

Zephyr smiled and nodded. "It's good that you have that intention. Now that you've been promoted to commodore, you'll be leading teams on more missions. As for practical training, I'll be overseeing it, and with the combined combat formations, there's no need for you to worry. What you need to focus on now is getting stronger."

"…Hmm, if anything comes up, just call me on the Transponder Snail. Garp's side is easy to talk to!" Wright replied, seeing Zephyr's insistence. "Well, since I'm here now, let's give these juniors a little extra training!"

Zephyr shook his head but didn't stop him. "These little guys might end up enjoying this… Your generation of recruits never got to experience it. Shozu, work with Wright."

"Understood, teacher!"

...

Wright left with a feeling of satisfaction after giving the new training camp recruits a taste of the grueling experience they'd never forget: exhausted to the point of death, revived, then exhausted again, repeatedly. Only Smoker and Rosinante had gone through this unique ordeal.

There were some promising recruits in this camp, including one capable individual, a pink-haired beauty named Tina, a second lieutenant—too bad Smoker, the smoker, wasn't around. This girl had joined the Navy around the same time as Smoker but had entered the training camp later due to her younger age. Her strength was also not to be underestimated—She wouldn't have picked up smoking habits like Rosinante, would she? Learned from a bad influence?

Speaking of Rosinante… He had gone into closed training for a year, but it had been over two years with no word from him. He must have been… on a secret mission?

Back at headquarters, the young officers everyone talked about were mostly Wright himself. Even Smoker's name came up, but no one mentioned Rosinante, whose performance had been on par with Smoker's in the past.

The recruits in the training camp mostly knew who Wright was, and some even directly requested to be transferred to G3 after graduation to serve under him. G3 is that easy to get into, huh?

The plot was unfolding slowly, and Wright, who hoped for world peace, could not ignore the growing dark threat still in its latent stage—Donquixote Doflamingo, the older brother of Donquixote Rosinante!

This former Celestial Dragon was an unbelievably charismatic figure—his "family" had never betrayed him, and every member was willing to die for him. But his only family member, his younger brother Rosinante, had betrayed him.

This man was too complicated—no one knew his true thoughts. He was also too real—evil incarnate, yet never hiding it.

Allowing such a man, who was destined to become the embodiment of darkness, to roam free was a huge risk. He was an unavoidable obstacle, a figure who would inevitably change the world's balance!

But Wright wasn't strong enough yet—he didn't have the power to influence the world's direction. How could he increase his chances of combating the darkness?

Meeting Rosinante might have been a coincidence, or maybe it was fate—The breakthrough point lies in Rosinante! Rosinante was the last lock on Doflamingo. Once he died, Doflamingo would have no more concerns and would fully unleash his true self—Rosinante cannot die!

Hopefully, old man Sengoku would realize the importance of the "Lightcast Beacon Crystal"… He must realize it!

But that guy was in the North Blue, and Wright, with his commodore rank, wouldn't be sent to the Four Seas for any regular tasks. It seemed like Wright would need a long-distance travel skill.

Heading towards Admiral Sengoku's office, Wright could already hear the familiar roar of Sengoku from afar, beginning with the familiar exclamation, "Damn Garp!"

Wright couldn't help but smile and shake his head—These two old men…

Oh, and there was someone else Wright was concerned about. It seemed like he needed to write a letter.

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