The pinnacle of the navy! It all started when Garp captured him Chapter 045

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Naval Headquarters·Roy’s Residence·The Next Morning “BOOM!”

The silence of the early morning was broken by a loud bang, thick black smoke rose from the direction of the kitchen, and window fragments flew out along with flames.

“It’s on fire!!!”

In the living room, Nami screamed while holding a toothbrush. Nojigo covered her ears and instinctively rushed to Bell-mère: “Sister! Why did you blow up the kitchen?!”

“This is not the breakfast I made!” Bellmère hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.

Roy, who was drinking tea in the yard, suddenly teleported to the ruins of the kitchen and grabbed the culprit – Ace, whose face was covered in black dust and whose hair looked like fried chicken.

“Ahem…I didn’t mean it!”

Ace waved his smoking hands and explained in a panic, “I just wanted to bake some bread…”

“You can turn the whole kitchen into a volcano just by baking bread?”

Roy glanced at the overturned oven and the half-melted ceiling, his tone extremely calm.

“I can’t control it!”

Ace squatted down with his head in his hands, his face full of pain, “Flame listens to me too much… but sometimes it doesn’t listen to me too much!”

Roy’s mouth twitched and he sighed: “Looks like I need to arrange more training.”

Navy Headquarters · Training Ground · Morning “Fire Fist!”

Ace roared and punched out with his right fist. Thick flames erupted from his knuckles, like a burning mountain turning into a huge flaming fist, roaring and rushing towards Zephyr opposite him.

The flames were rolling and the heat was overwhelming.

Zefa just stood there, his eyes grim, and a layer of iron-black armed color domineering slowly wrapped around his right arm.

“snort.”

He raised his hand and waved it seemingly casually.

“Bang!!”

The blazing flames shattered with a loud bang and dissipated in all directions like dispersed smoke, and even the air made a rumbling sound.

The recruits watching on the sidelines took a few steps back, exclaiming in amazement.

Ace gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again: “What about this, the Flame Whip!”

He flipped over and jumped up, his right leg wrapped in flames, drawing a blazing half-moon in the air, and lashed down like a burning whip!

“Humph, you little show-off.”

Zefa snorted and threw a punch in the face.

The flames exploded, the air waves raised dust and sand, and Ace was blown away in mid-air, landing on the ground in a mess, and rolled several times before stopping.

“Ah…!”

He supported himself on the ground and struggled to stand up, gritting his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Zefa walked forward slowly, his tone stern: “It’s true that the attack range is large, and the momentum is also strong.”

“But your flame temperature is not high enough, the density is not high enough, and the concentration is ridiculously poor.”

He pointed at his arm, where the fire attack only left a few scorch marks: “You can’t even burn my skin red, who do you want to burn?”

Ace’s face turned red: “I… I’m still getting familiar with the fruit!”

Zefa frowned slightly and said, “This is not an excuse! Your control right now is like a three-year-old child using a match to light gunpowder. The pot may explode at any time!”

“If you don’t learn how to ‘refine’ your flames, and instead just focus on ‘range’ and ‘showmanship’, you will never be able to defeat Luo.”

Ace lowered his head, clenched his fists, and the flames danced quietly in his palms.

It was clearly scorching hot, but it made him feel powerless and anxious.

“…Then what should I do?”

He finally asked in a low voice, his tone carrying an unprecedented seriousness and unwillingness.

Roy walked up, patted his shoulder, and raised the corner of his lips: “Start by learning ‘ignition’.”

“Flames are not meant to be flung around.”

He looked into Ace’s eyes and said slowly and steadily, “It’s a knife, not a firework.”

Hearing this, Zefa nodded and continued, “Control the temperature, control the output, control the trajectory… Start by igniting a flame on one finger that won’t hurt the skin.”

Ace was stunned and opened his mouth: “Huh?”

Roy picked up a branch and threw it to him: “Come on, let it char first, but don’t burn it.”

Ace looked at the branch in his hand that was thinner than his fingers, then looked at them and complained, “…You adults really know how to torture children.”

“wrong!”

Roy and Zefa said almost in unison: “This is to teach you how to control yourself!”

On the other side of the training ground, the recruits gathered in a circle to watch the game.

Derek stared at Ace silently, his fists clenched unconsciously;

Luo narrowed his eyes, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

“Sure enough…Mr. Roy’s teaching is not just a simple indoctrination of knowledge.”

Just as Ace was trying to control the flames so as not to burn the branches, Roy beside Zefa spoke again: “Ace, come here.”

Ace trotted over quickly, and Roy sat down cross-legged, pointing to the seat next to him.

“sit.”

He casually drew a diagram on the sand, with a string of numbers marked next to a simple flame pattern.

“Ace, what do you think is the most offensive devil fruit ability in the navy right now?”

Ace blurted out: “Of course it’s Vice Admiral Sakaski’s Lava Fruit!”

“That’s right.” Roy nodded and raised three fingers.

“But his strength is not just due to the lava fruit.”

“First, Vice Admiral Sakaski’s Armament Haki is also ridiculously strong.”

“Secondly, his observation Haki is extremely accurate in predicting, allowing lava to penetrate the gaps in the opponent’s defense.”

“third…”

He wrote a line of numbers in the sand:

Lava temperature: about 1200°C.

Ace’s eyes widened: “Only over a thousand?”

Roy chuckled and looked at Ace’s flame: “And the theoretical upper limit of flame is close to five thousand degrees.”

“Do you know what that means?”

Ace held his breath.

“If you could finely control the temperature of the flame, say 4,000°C and focus it on the tip of a needle, you could melt through the keel of an entire battleship in a second;”

“At 5,000 degrees, a single strike is enough to burn through armored steel walls, evaporate the moisture in the enemy’s breath, and even instantly defeat an expert with low proficiency in Armament Haki.”

He paused and looked at the training dummy in the prop room in the distance: “Don’t be fooled by its hard material. It is a special composite steel made by the Navy Science Department. But if you use a high-temperature flame to concentrate it…”

He pointed at Ace’s hand: “Like a needle.”

“You can turn your enemies into ashes before they even have time to scream.”

Ace’s pupils shrank, and the flame in his palm trembled unconsciously.

“so…”

Roy stared at him, his voice low and firm: “Don’t treat the Flame-Flame Fruit as a large initiator.”

“You hold within you the power to destroy and reshape.”

Zefa spoke slowly at the side: “From today on, you will report to the science unit every afternoon, and the pyrotechnic lieutenant will lead you in thermodynamic model training.”

“Before you start a fight, learn how to control your energy.”

The two thought Ace would complain about the difficulty of studying or something, but they found that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

“Wow……!”

His eyes sparkled, as if he had heard some battle bible: “So, in the future, I can evaporate the pirate fleet with just one finger?!”

Roy put his hand on his forehead and said, “That’s not the point, okay?”

Zefa smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. As long as he understands it, that’s fine.”

Ace stood up suddenly and patted his chest: “I’m ready! We can start now!”

Roy narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.

“…You are a battle maniac indeed.”