Reiju couldn't help but beco genuinely intrigued as she listened to Sanji's explanation.
"So such thods actually exist? As expected of the World Governnt that has stood for 800 years—truly unfathomable in its resources," she remarked with genuine admiration.
Just as she was contemplating this, Bill completed his assessnt.
"Well..." he began thoughtfully, "if we consider the Fighting power of an ordinary Marine wielding a standard weapon to be 10 points..."
He paused montarily, his expression concentrated.
"Captain Sanji's power asures approximately 2,420 points—a full 70-point improvent from lastmonth's evaluation! You're truly worthy of being the mountain team captain," Bill announced proudly.
"Additionally," he continued, "I should ntion that in last month's testing, Usopp's Fighting power registered at 450 points, my own Fighting power was estimated around 840, and Captain Zoro's Fighting power asured at 2,410 points."
Before Reiju could express her surprise at these numbers, Sanji spontaneously leapt into the air, pumping his fists triumphantly.
"Yes! I've surpassed that green algae-head!" he exclaid jubilantly.
Reiju tilted her head in confusion. Who was this "green algae-head" that Sanji was so excited about surpassing?
However, at that mont, Bill added hesitantly:
"Captain, those are last month's figures. Given Captain Zoro's rate of improvent, he likely possesses a Fighting power approaching 2,500 points by now."
Sanji, who had been elated just seconds earlier, appeared as though soone had doused him with a bucket of ice water. His enthusiasm instantly deflated.
"Idiot! Of course I'm aware of that," he snapped defensively. "Couldn't you just let enjoy the mont?"
Bill looked genuinely distressed at being reprimanded for simply stating facts. After a pitiful "Oh," he quickly recovered his spirits and hurried over to Reiju, his expression shifting to one of enthusiastic admiration.
"Sister Reiju! I'm actually a devoted fan of Germa. Would it be possible to take a photograph with you later?" he requested eagerly.
Bill's words imdiately triggered a commotion among the onlookers. Many Marines from the North Blue harbored similar desires.
The look he gave Reiju brimd with the sa fervent admiration a doctor from East Blue might show toward their idol.
Reiju remained unfazed by this attention. She simply smiled and nodded her agreent.
Bill was instantly overjoyed. He imdiately produced his cara den den mushi, awkwardly positioned himself beside Reiju, and captured their image together.
Seeing Bill's successful fan mont, others with similar aspirations suddenly grew animated. What had been intended as a combat assessnt was rapidly transforming into an impromptu et-and-greet with a celebrity.
Sanji imdiately stepped forward, his expression darkening as he moved to restore order.
"Alright, enough!" he barked authoritatively. "Have you all completed your assigned tasks? Those who haven't, get back to work imdiately. Everyone else, find sothing productive to do. If I see anyone still gathered here in thirty seconds, they can forget about lunch today!"
Upon hearing the chef's ultimatum, even those who were reluctant had no choice but to disperse and resu their training exercises.
There was simply no alternative—Sanji's cooking was truly exceptional. The chefs he had trained possessed culinary skills rivaling those of royal and noble private chefs. Missing such a delicious al was more unthinkable to them than facing death itself.
After successfully driving everyone away, leaving only Bill behind, Sanji redirected his attention to Reiju.
"Go ahead," he instructed her. "Attack Bill with your strongest techniques. Don't worry about him getting injured."
Bill seed to respond to Sanji's words with pride, puffing out his chest and patting the solid muscles beneath his uniform, signaling to his idol that he was prepared for whatever she might unleash.
Reiju flexed her fingers and rotated her wrists with evident interest. Before launching her attack, she posed one final question:
"I'm curious—what is Admiral Luffy's power level? Can you even asure it?"
Bill, who had been radiating confidence just monts before, imdiately wilted upon hearing this inquiry. He waved his hand awkwardly and replied with a nervous smile:
"Don't be ridiculous! If the boss used even half—no, even a quarter—of his true strength, let alone his full power, I'd probably be reunited with my departed parents instantly."
He shook his head before continuing: "Regarding his actual strength, I only know a story from long ago when we were still at Marine Headquarters. He defeated the instructor responsible for testing Fighting power in our departnt and sent the poor man to the hospital. The boss was only twelve years old at the ti, and the upper limit that instructor could asure was reportedly around 6,000 Fighting power units."
"Oh, I see," Reiju responded thoughtfully.
Although she already had a general understanding of Luffy's trendous power, comparing it to Sanji's recent demonstration made the scenario even more impressive. The image of a twelve-year-old Luffy possessing a Fighting power exceeding 6,000 points was truly staggering.
This revelation only reinforced Reiju's satisfaction with her choice. After all, what woman wouldn't want her man to be exceptionally powerful?
"One more question," she said, her eyes glinting with purpose as she prepared her stance. "What's the upper limit of what you can withstand?"
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