The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 153 - 55: Ongoing Instruction

He walked over to a thick stone target resting at the field's edge.

"Shigan—focus your entire body's force into a single finger. A hardened strike, faster than lightning, strong enough to pierce stone or steel. And yes, flesh."

He flicked the heavy stone target up into the air with one hand.

"More importantly, Shigan teaches you how to concentrate and release power precisely."

He jabbed his finger forward.

Bang!

A clean, narrow hole appeared in the center of the stone. Dust blasted from the back as fragments rained down.

"Next is Rankyaku."

He gave the stone a swift kick into the sky. His boot sliced the air with such force that a sharp, green vacuum blade arced upward and split the stone clean in two.

"As one of Rokushiki's leg techniques, Rankyaku isn't just a kick. The real strike is the high-speed wind blade created by that motion. It's a mid-range attack."

"Training in Rankyaku builds your explosive leg power."

"Now—Soru."

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Before the word finished leaving his lips, Zephyr vanished.

A second later, he reappeared several dozen meters away.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

That was at least five times faster than his own Soru.

And Zephyr showed no stiffness in movement.

"Soru is executed by stomping the ground dozens of times in an instant, producing a shockwave of momentum. The key isn't brute strength—it's frequency."

Zephyr took another step.

This time, he stepped upward—onto the sky.

Each step landed on thin air like climbing invisible stairs.

"Geppo is an advanced form of Soru. You need even faster footwork and total body balance to pull it off. It lets you remain airborne temporarily."

"Mastering Soru and Geppo helps you understand explosive movement, momentum, and rhythm."

As his voice echoed down from above, the broken halves of the target finally began falling to the ground.

"And finally—Kami-e."

Zephyr surged upward using Geppo, met the falling pieces mid-air, twisted, and sent a kick into the fragments. They exploded into hundreds of shards.

Then he vanished again.

This time, he reappeared directly beneath the raining stone storm.

A breathtaking sight unfolded.

Zephyr's towering frame suddenly moved like flowing paper, swaying and bending with impossible grace.

The fragments fell around him in a deadly shower. And yet—not one touched him.

His body seemed soft and weightless, like paper drifting in wind.

The ground behind him erupted with the impact of the missed debris, craters appearing with every hit.

Silence returned.

Zephyr turned and smiled at the awestruck students.

"Kami-e is a defensive form. You loosen all muscle tension and use air flow to predict attacks, letting your body bend like paper and slip through danger."

"Training in Kami-e enhances your perception and instinctual responses. And more than that—it points directly toward Observation Haki."

He exhaled, letting smoke roll from his cigar.

"You could say Kami-e is a shortcut to awakening that power."

"This—" he gestured around the training field, "—is Rokushiki. Not some simple brawling style. But a system. A complete, evolving training method developed by generations of Marines."

"Use it properly. Build it into your daily routine. Because this is the foundation of real strength—and your only path forward."

His voice rumbled with passion. Smoke curled into the sky.

As a teacher, Zephyr always wanted to spare his students the dead ends he once faced.

"Now. Let me demonstrate the core mechanics of power transfer. Watch carefully."

He began breaking down the internal techniques, from stance to breathing to micro-movements.

Every student paid full attention.

Even Tokikake, usually clowning around, stood still with focus written on his face.

All of them knew: being trained by Zephyr was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Not just a teacher. A former admiral. A legend.

Even one offhand comment from him could change their lives—maybe save them one day in battle.

Darren, too, absorbed every word.

He had pushed his body beyond its limits with sheer will and punishing regimens. But true mastery was still far ahead.

Zephyr's deep, structured guidance gave him insight that raw training never could.

As he watched Zephyr demonstrate, Darren felt a quiet respect bloom inside him.

Only someone like Zephyr—selfless, disciplined—could be the head instructor of the Marines.

If Garp were in charge?

He'd half-ass one move, start digging in his nose, and mutter:

"Come on, isn't this just common sense?"

But Zephyr?

His name would never fade from the Marines.

He didn't just train soldiers.

He forged the Golden Generation.

And maybe—just maybe—he was the real hero of the Marines.

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To be continued...