The moment Michael heard Zephyr's name, he knew this plan was practically guaranteed. If Sengoku had said the instructors would be the Three Admirals, he would have objected immediately. He was undoubtedly the most perfect embodiment of a traditional physical combat master. His strength came entirely from his physical prowess, combat skills, and mastery of both Haki types. In other words, theoretically, everything about Zephyr could be replicated as strength. Thus, as the instructor for the youth training program, he was undoubtedly the optimal choice. "Does Instructor Zephyr even have time to oversee this? He's the head instructor for all Marine recruits." Michael also referred to Zephyr as "instructor." After all, he too had once been a recruit under Zephyr's guidance. Looking back on those days, when he was consistently mediocre in all aspects—neither outstanding nor noticeable—Zephyr had repeatedly tried to push him to strive harder... Shaking his head, Michael turned his gaze to Sengoku. "That's easily solved," Sengoku nodded. "Originally, assigning Zephyr to train recruits was already an underutilization of his talents. From now on, this responsibility will be rotated among elite vice admirals... For this batch, I've decided to have Garp take over directly." Michael's lips twitched, but he understood this was the best solution. After all, this batch of recruits had already entered the program and trained under Zephyr for some time... If they were suddenly assigned an ordinary elite vice admiral, they would undoubtedly feel a sense of disparity or even dissatisfaction. But with Garp taking over, none of that would be an issue. Though Garp was eccentric, his teaching ability was far from lacking—after all, he was the one who had personally refined the Six Powers. Most importantly, the title of "Hero of the Marines" carried enough weight to command respect. Once this batch graduated, the next intake would be assigned to the rotating elite vice admirals as discussed earlier. Still... these recruits were in for some tough times. Garp's training regimen was far beyond what ordinary people could endure. "I think it's a good idea. Garp's been so idle lately that he barely even visits G-3 anymore. It's about time we gave him something to do." "Excellent. Since you agree, go ahead and make the preparations," Sengoku nodded before turning to leave. "Huh? Preparations? What do I need to prepare?" "Preparations to oversee these youngsters, of course," Sengoku flashed a triumphant smile. "While Zephyr will handle the training, we can't burden him with everything else. So we need someone of comparable standing to manage the rest... After careful consideration, you're the most suitable." "...So now I have to play babysitter for these brats?" "Isn't that what you're best at?" "...You old bastard! Just you wait! When you're bedridden and helpless, I swear I'll pull your oxygen tube!" "Ahahaha! That day's still a long way off!" Though Michael and Sengoku ended their conversation with mutual threats of pulling life support, the youth training program Sengoku proposed was officially set in motion. Only after all the Warlords of the Sea and representatives from World Government-affiliated nations had left Mary Geoise did the Marines collectively set sail, returning to Marineford. The first order of business upon arrival was assigning Garp to take over Zephyr's current duties. Rumor had it that Zephyr, uncharacteristically furious, stormed into Sengoku's office and had a heated argument with Sengoku, Garp, and Tsuru. But after Sengoku and Tsuru laid out the pros and cons, they eventually convinced Zephyr to accept his new role as instructor for the youth program. Michael wasn't present for this. By the time he heard about it, he was already compiling the list of candidates for the youth program... As for Zephyr's decision, he found it rather reassuring.Because by the calculations, it was about time for the new recruits to be wiped out and Zephyr to lose his arm. Though it's unclear exactly who did it, based on the clues, it was most likely the so-called "Whitebeard Jr." And now, sending Garp to replace Zephyr... Let's hope Whitebeard Jr. doesn't question his life choices while getting beaten up. "Michael, for this youth training program... aside from your nephews, three little ones from the Garp family have also joined," Stella said with a smile, looking at the list in her hand. "It's truly amazing—these kids' talents are each more astonishing than the last... The Monkey family genes are something else." "Stella, remember this: anyone with the Monkey surname has talent directly proportional to their troublemaking abilities," Michael chuckled before continuing to scan the list. "This youth program is recruiting talented kids from all over the world. It seems Fleet Admiral Sengoku was so fed up with the World Military Draft that he decided to join in... Sure enough, Law and his sister Lami are both on here. Looks like these two are dead set on joining the Marine." The list was quite extensive, and among the mostly unfamiliar names, Michael occasionally spotted a few he recognized. For example, the sisters Nojiko and Nami from Alabasta. "Bellemere actually agreed to let Nojiko and Nami come to Marineford?" Michael said, surprised. "I once suggested to Bellemere that I could train Nojiko and Nami early to prepare them for direct entry into the SWORD Special Forces... That day, Bellemere threw the biggest tantrum I've ever seen." "Bellemere probably still isn't keen on the idea... but she can't do much about her daughters either," Stella said with a laugh. "A happy problem, wouldn't you say?" "I just hope Nami—that fearless little troublemaker—can keep the chaos to a minimum at Marineford..." Michael knew Nojiko and Nami very well. The reliable older sister and the outrageous younger sister—a classic duo. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Further down, Michael saw many more familiar names. Like the siblings Ulti and Page One, brought in by Yamato. Tony Tony Chopper from Drum Island. The sisters Monet and Sugar from the four seas, as well as the swordswoman Tashigi. But the next name truly caught Michael off guard... A.K.A., Miss Goldenweek. One of the rarest anomalies in the One Piece World. She never ate a Devil Fruit yet possessed abilities comparable to their powers. Her abilities even bordered on "conceptual," capable of influencing intangible things like emotions... Her ultimate move, Dreamlike Rainbow Spectrum, could transform people or objects that saw the rainbow into their ideal selves. In a way, it was like small-scale reality alteration. "This time... we've really struck gold!"