Lang Youqing and the concubine were interested in each other; the two had similar scents and hit it off.
"Oh, I see." Mole's eyes sparkled with satisfaction at Loya's choice, but his tone remained stern. "Of course you can, but even if you are already strong, joining the Navy means starting as a basic recruit. Can you do that?"
"Of course!" Loya replied confidently. "Starting from scratch makes it more challenging."
There was one more thing Loya didn't mention: he actually wanted to join the Navy to go to the recruit camp. From what he learned in the previous conversation, this was before Akainu took charge of the Navy. If he didn't act now, he might miss the opportunity to meet the legendary Zephyr. And who is Zephyr? He's a top teacher! Think about the disciples he has taught; who among them isn't a powerful figure in the sea?
When Kuzan, Sakaski, Kizaru, and others joined the Navy, they all started as recruits—this was a choice made by the will of the universe.
Want to get stronger? Then join the boot camp!
Another reason is that the worldwide conscription hasn't started yet, leaving Loya with no other options.
Seeing Loya's confident expression, Mole nodded with satisfaction, folded his arms across his chest, and said, "Very good. We expect to arrive in Marineford the day after tomorrow, and then you will join the recruit camp and start training. Now, let's go to dinner."
"Yes."
Naturally, the Navy didn't hold a banquet like the pirates, so there was a separate cafeteria.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, Loya took the seasickness medicine from the ship's doctor, and his face quickly turned from pale to flushed. Even if he still felt uncomfortable, he could finally carry on.
Without the support of the young navy, Loya approached the uncle who was cooking.
"Hello, I need curry rice for ten people and a pot of chicken drumsticks. Oh, and the fruit over there... No, just give me the whole basket."
After leaving the stunned uncle, Loya held the rice in one hand and the drumstick in the other, biting the basket full of fruit with his teeth as he ran to Mole's table.
Boom!
The iron pot fell heavily on the table, proving it was filled to the brim. Mole's eyes twitched as he looked at the pile of food that blocked his view.
"Loya, do you eat this much at every meal?"
"Ah?" A chicken leg was thrown directly into his mouth, and Loya didn't even chew carefully; he swallowed it whole, bones and all, in just a few seconds. Hearing Mole's question, he lifted his head from the rice bowl blankly and replied, "No, I have no appetite today because of the seasickness..."
"No appetite..."
In the time it took to say those two sentences, Loya had already devoured a pot of curry rice, leaving a head-sized pothole. Mole sighed helplessly, saying, "Now I understand why you said there's no food on the island..."
Fortunately, they could reach Marineford in two days at most. Otherwise, based on Loya's eating habits, everyone on the ship would have to go hungry for a few more days.
Seeing Loya eat so much, the other navies in the cafeteria couldn't help but scrutinize their curry rice: "Is this stuff really that delicious?"
Fortunately, this was a naval warship, and neither the quality nor quantity of the ingredients compared to those on ordinary pirate ships. Observing Loya's consumption, the cooking uncle hurriedly cut carrots and potatoes, cooking a second pot of curry before the group finished eating; otherwise, many would definitely go without dinner that night.
Bang!
After eating the last bit of rice, Loya leaned back in his seat with a bulging stomach, opened his mouth to burp, and a string of ice crystals spewed out along the airflow.
"I'm full! I haven't had such delicious curry rice in a long time.
Uncle! Help me prepare five more big meat bones; I want to take them with me!"
Clang~
The other navy members nearly fell over. Was he really human? While there are many strange races in this world, and some people can eat a lot, none had ever seen a human eat so much!
Mole rubbed his forehead in distress. If Loya really joined the Navy, he would have to ask the recruits to prepare more meals. Otherwise, with Loya's character, Mole was sure he would end up stealing food from his colleagues. Then, how could they train properly if they couldn't get enough to eat?
Holding the meat bones in one hand, Loya bid farewell to Mole and walked out of the cafeteria. The ship's doctor had informed him earlier that he had prepared more seasickness medicine this afternoon and asked him to pick it up.
The ship doctor's quarters were not far from the soldiers' living quarters; just a few steps away from the cafeteria. The Navy personnel in the corridor stared in astonishment at Loya, who was munching as he walked. Every few steps, he tossed a bone as thick as his forearm into the sea, leaving it bare without even a trace of meat.
"Hello, is anyone here? I'm here to get medicine."
Standing at the door of the medical room, Loya knocked on the cabin door while burping.
"Oh, it's Mr. Loya. Come in!"
The ship doctor's voice sounded from inside the medical room. Loya opened the door and walked in. The room was spacious, filled with the scents of disinfectant and alcohol. Several white hospital beds lined the left side, with two Navy soldiers in hospital uniforms huddled under the quilt and shivering.
The ship doctor sat in a chair opposite the door, holding a syringe and drawing milky white medicine from a bottle. On the table in front of him, Loya saw several brown bottles neatly arranged; those were likely the seasickness medications he had taken today.
Seeing Loya enter, the ship doctor stood up with the syringe and, while examining the medicine inside, said, "These brown bottles contain five doses. Take them first. If you run out or if your condition worsens, be sure to notify me immediately."
"Thanks, Doc." Loya nodded, walked over, and placed the medicine in his pocket. Looking back, he noticed the ship doctor lifting the quilt and pulling down the trousers of a Navy soldier, revealing a white buttock. Loya asked curiously, "By the way, what's the condition of these patients?"
The ship doctor aimed for a few seconds and then jabbed the syringe into the Navy soldier's rear with undisguised contempt, saying, "Hehe, many soldiers caught a cold today after falling into the water. These two guys are so weak that they've developed a high fever."
Eh... Loya found it hard to respond. Why did the Navy fall into the water? It wasn't entirely their fault; they couldn't control their own strength.
However, he couldn't completely blame these soldiers for their poor physical fitness. The icy airflow mixed with magical power sprayed by the Ice Dragon Slayer is significantly colder than ordinary ice cubes. If you place a piece of ice in a small stream, a large section of the water will freeze.
Although the icy airflow that spread across the sea was blocked by Mole's sword energy at that time, the cold still affected most of the Navy on the boat. Only those who didn't catch a cold could be considered elite.
After saying goodbye to the ship doctor, Loya returned to the cabin where he was staying.