Just as Sanji was earnestly explaining the origins of the female warriors to Reiju, his booming voice attracted the attention of many Marines engaged in their training routines.
When they recognized the "angel" who had saved their taste buds—Chef Sanji, whose popularity on the ship was second only to Luffy, Ain, and Nami—many paused their exercises and cast curious glances in their direction.
Naturally, Reiju, standing beside Sanji, ca into everyone's field of vision.
There were approximately a thousand personnel aboard the Stormbreaker, all sharing the sa vessel. The relationship between Sanji and Reiju, along with the gossip surrounding their leader, had spread through word of mouth long ago, evolving into more than twenty different versions of the sa story.
The fact that Sanji had essentially beco the admiral's brother-in-law was a topic that everyone discussed with great interest whenever the opportunity arose.
However, thanks to the enthusiastic promotion from a contingent of North Blue Marines, what piqued people's curiosity most was Reiju herself—the "major villain" from the comics who supposedly made the protagonist suffer, the princess of the allegedly evil Germa 66 army.
Consequently, many onlookers began to discreetly edge closer to the siblings.
anwhile, after Sanji finished explaining the personnel composition of the warship, Reiju nodded in understanding. What Sanji failed to notice was the calculating gleam that flashed in her eyes after her acknowledgnt.
"The Pirate Queen—no, now she's the Queen of a governnt-recognized mber nation," Reiju thought to herself. "As expected, she possesses both beauty and strength, and even Luffy has many of her people under his command. She seems like a formidable opponent."
Based on the various palace intrigue novels and comics she had consud over the years, Reiju subconsciously inserted herself into a competitive narrative, imdiately regarding Hancock as her imaginary rival. Of course, she hadn't yet t any of Luffy's other romantic partners, so their future dynamic remained uncertain.
After clarifying the situation, Sanji wasted no further words. He stretched his body with purpose, planning to begin the day's necessary training regin.
"Next, follow and I'll demonstrate the intensity of G66 branch training," he announced.
Hearing this, Reiju snapped back to reality and gave him a skeptical look.
"Do you honestly believe I need this kind of basic training?" she questioned. "Although it might be difficult for you to acknowledge, don't forget that I too was subjected to rigorous training by our father since childhood. I've completed countless Germa war missions in the past."
Sanji, who had been stretching in preparation for running several hundred warm-up laps, raised his eyebrows and paused when he heard her challenge.
"Are you suggesting that you're already strong enough and don't require this fundantal training?" he asked pointedly.
"Exactly. That's precisely what I'm saying," Reiju confird, eting Sanji's gaze without flinching. She crossed her arms confidently across her chest, her posture radiating absolute self-assurance.
They stared at each other intently for what felt like an eternity. The growing crowd of spectators anticipated an imminent sibling confrontation and watched with eager anticipation.
Suddenly, Sanji turned away from Reiju and scanned the gathered onlookers. After a mont, his eyes locked onto his target.
"Bill! Co here!" he called out.
When his na was called, the sous-chef Bill—who appeared to be in his thirties or forties but was actually only twenty-five—hastily extracted himself from the crowd and hurried over to Sanji.
"Coming, coming, Captain Sanji! What do you need—" Bill began enthusiastically.
"Hands together, ready!" Sanji interrupted sharply.
"Huh?" Before Bill could fully process what was happening, Sanji spun around and delivered a powerful backward kick.
Though montarily confused, Bill quickly recovered and instinctively braced himself for impact. Even so, the force of the kick sent him flying backward, nearly colliding with the throng of spectators.
When Reiju witnessed Sanji attacking his teammate over what appeared to be a re disagreent, indignation filled her mind. But before she could voice her objection, she noticed Bill standing up in the distance, seemingly unhard.
Bill took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully assessed the force of the impact he had just experienced.
Seizing the opportunity, Sanji provided Reiju with a tily explanation:
"Marine Six Style is a specialized technique mastered by only a select few Marines and CP agents. It allows us to accurately gauge an individual's approximate strength," he clarified. "Since you believe your combat level is already sufficient, co and give it a try. This will allow to develop a suitable training regin for you based on your actual capabilities."
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