Hearing Tsuru's words, Kuro smiled slightly: "Grandma Tsuru is still vigorous despite her old age. She can still serve as a protective umbrella for this era. Don't retire so early."

"I'll try my best, but in this world, there's no escaping it," Crane said, shaking her head.

Tap tap tap...

Footsteps sounded outside again.

"Oh? You guys arrived first?"

Sakazuki walked in from outside, a cigar in his mouth, and looked up at Kuro and Tsuru standing on the balcony.

“Sakazuki, you’re here too.” Tsuru turned around and looked at him, saying.

"Um."

Sakazuki grunted and said, "I will naturally come to Borsalino's aid."

He would not refer to himself as 'this old man' in front of cranes.

"Marshal, thank you for gracing us with your presence." Kuro smiled, sat down at the largest table, and pulled out two tables for Sakazuki and Tsuru, saying:

"Then don't stand, please take a seat."

The seat I pulled up wasn't the main seat, of course, but it didn't matter anyway; I could sit anywhere. The main seat was reserved for the old man.

Sakazuki and Tsuru nodded and sat down in the chairs that Kuro had pulled out.

"Someone come here, bring some tea!" Kuro shouted.

There must be waiters outside, otherwise who would provide the service? Of course they could hear Kuro's shouts. Before long, a waiter carefully carried steaming hot tea up, his hands trembling slightly as he placed the tea down.

These are all important figures; you can't afford to mistreat them.

"Haha, everyone's here so early! Is this the place?"

Just as the tea was being served, someone else arrived from behind. A hearty laugh was heard, followed by the sound of footsteps. Garp appeared at the door, holding a bag of senbei in one hand and picking up a senbei with the other. He had just taken a bite when he saw Tsuru and immediately waved.

"Hey, Little Crane, you're here too!"

"Oh? It's Little Crane!"

As soon as Garp finished speaking, a gray-haired head appeared at the doorway below him. Sengoku's head popped out from the doorway, revealing his entire body, and he stood next to Garp, making a peace sign.

"And there's this old man too," Zhan Guo said with a grin.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You're getting more and more unruly, Warring States period."

"Haha, I'm retired now."

Sengoku chuckled twice, walked in, and said to Sakazuki, who was sitting there, "You mean, Sakazuki, being a marshal isn't so easy, is it?"

"snort."

Sakazuki snorted. "No need to bring it up every time, you semi-recluse."

"Pfft, hahaha, semi-secluded, Sengoku period, you're semi-secluded." Garp laughed as if he had heard a joke.

"Shut up, you're no better than me!"

Sakazuki's veins bulged. "The boot camp is already reacting. They haven't seen you for a long time, and you only stay for a short while each time you come. You're a boot camp instructor!"

Garp picked his nose and said nonchalantly, "That kind of thing can be taught casually. Just explain the problem clearly, do the basic training well, and there's nothing else to it."

"Hmph, even so, you've still been negligent, Garp!" Sakazuki sneered.

"Well, don't worry about the details. By the way, bring me a cup of tea." Garp sat down next to him with an air of nonchalance and gestured to the person.

Of course, there's no one else here who can be commanded except for Kuro.

Kuro twitched his lips, feeling that calling everyone away might be a bit inappropriate. He called the waiter again, then turned on the Den Den Mushi and dialed Kuro's number.

"Come up here."

After the Den Den Mushi connected, Kuro didn't wait for Kuro to speak. He hung up after saying just one sentence, then turned to Garp and the others and said, "Everyone has their own style when it comes to training. As long as it's effective, that's fine."

"Hahaha, Kuro, you know a lot!" Garp laughed heartily.

His teaching style differed from Zefa's. Zefa taught meticulously, but the number of students was too large, and his teaching was not very individualized.

However, Garp's teaching method is clearly elite. He is not the only instructor in the recruit training camp, and his teaching methods are different for each person. But there are not many people who can meet his standards. In his eyes, the recruits must first master the basic training, just like Koby.

Once we reach that point, we can gradually and correctly teach them, and during that time, Garp is not actually needed.

The teaching methods are different, so naturally they are different. The main reason is that the naval elites at Zephyr's time had not yet fully formed a system, unlike now, when it has been fully formed and there are plenty of people to teach them.

Zephyr was the foundation, but Garp no longer needs a foundation; with the current naval training system, he can just come occasionally.

After all, he is a professional in terms of physical skills and domineering presence, which is undeniable. He is more than capable of identifying elites. As for other systematic training, other instructors can handle that.

For example, his adjutant Bogart is now also a swordsmanship instructor for new recruits. Although his swordsmanship is terrible in Kuro's eyes, he is definitely capable of teaching the basics. As for whether those swordsmen can progress further, that depends on their individual talent.

Kuro never believed that a swordsman could become a good swordsman simply through pure training. Whether it was him or other famous swordsmen, they all came from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

People who have experienced life-or-death battles are completely different from those who haven't.

After the waiter served the tea, Clot came up.

Seeing that many big shots had already gathered here, Kuro first greeted them all before saying to Kuro, "Mr. Kuro, you wanted to see me?"

"You stay here and wait. Respond to any requests you may have."

Kuro said something and then found a chair to sit down.

Kro: "..."

Good grief, he's being used as a tool again.

"Yes, Mr. Kuro."

He stood obediently behind Kuro, waiting for orders.

After taking a sip of tea, Garp picked up a senbei (rice cracker) and took a bite, laughing loudly, "Puhahaha, Kuro, I heard you ruined my G-3!"

"What, your G-3?"

Kuro was displeased upon hearing this. "That's my G-3. Once it's given to me, it's mine. And what do you mean 'I destroyed it'? It was Teach who destroyed it! His information was completely wrong. He moved everyone away and was targeting me. If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have been dead!"

Last time, that bastard Teach lured everyone to Alabasta and made them eat sand for ten days, only to end up killing his way to G-3. Although he fell into a trap and it was resolved, it doesn't mean he forgot.

Sakazuki clenched his fist, and a crimson color gradually appeared, causing smoke to rise from the spot on the table.