One Piece: My code name is Green Bull

"Impressive, boss!"

Jon gave a big mental thumbs-up for Tsuru's actions. It was truly great to have a reliable superior. This was exactly the benefit of working under someone powerful—it became evident in moments like these.

Jon was quite satisfied with how his life in this world had unfolded so far. Born into a Navy family, he had never had to worry about basic needs like food, clothing, or shelter. All he had to do was focus on training.

After joining the Navy headquarters, he was first mentored by Zephyr and now had Tsuru backing him. Up to this point, he hadn't encountered any major setbacks.

This was the privilege of having a solid background!

As the highest-ranking officer present, Sengoku noticed the argument brewing between Tsuru and Favors. He quickly stepped in to mediate, "That's enough. Both of you, let's not say any more."

Then, he turned to Jon and asked, "Jon, with this level of production, how many times can you manage it in a day?"

Jon was left speechless by the question. He had put so much effort into his performance just to make it clear that his ability to grow crops was limited and not as well-suited for agriculture as it was for controlling other plants.

But judging by Sengoku's reaction, even this level of output didn't seem to fully satisfy him.

However, Jon wasn't about to overdo it. He had no intention of becoming a logistics officer who did nothing but grow crops. So, he explained, "Fleet Admiral Sengoku, with this level of output, based on my physical and mental capacity, I can only manage it once a day for now. If I push myself any further, it would take a toll on me. Perhaps, over time, as I get more accustomed to it, my capacity might increase."

Sengoku fell silent for a moment, mentally calculating. An acre's worth of production could yield over a thousand pounds of corn, which was more than enough to feed over a hundred people. Other grains would likely have similar yields, and tubers could produce even more.

This meant that Jon, using his ability, could potentially feed hundreds of people on his own. And this was just the beginning. Over time, his output was likely to increase, producing more and more food.

If they combined his output of over a thousand pounds per day with their transported supplies of meat and other food, and rationed carefully, they should have enough to feed everyone.

What satisfied Sengoku the most was that the crops Jon produced were long-lasting and could be stored, unlike certain perishable foods like meat, which had short shelf lives.

"Then we'll proceed with this arrangement. Jon, from now on, your daily task will be to grow as much food as possible. You won't have to worry about anything else. If you have any requests, just let me know, and as long as I can fulfill them, I will."

With such an ability, Jon alone was worth thousands of people. Coupled with Tsuru's influence, Sengoku naturally wanted to keep him on his side.

"Yes, Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I will do my best," Jon replied.

Seeing that Sengoku wasn't pressing the issue further, Jon let out a quiet sigh of relief. If he really pushed himself to his limits and used his ability to absorb the life force of plants, he could easily multiply his output by ten times.

But since he had decided to keep a low profile, Jon wasn't about to break character. After all, his safety was more important than anything else.

In the days that followed, Jon spent every morning growing crops. To avoid arousing suspicion, he always acted completely exhausted after each session. At the same time, he made sure to slightly increase his output each day, giving the impression that he was gradually improving.

Although the increase was slight, it still thrilled Sengoku and the others. They completely treated Jon as their most valuable asset.

The importance of food couldn't be overstated. Even during peacetime, having someone like Jon who could produce grains and crops regardless of the season was practically unheard of.

With someone like Jon, the Navy would no longer have to worry about food shortages. This could save them an astronomical amount of military expenses. Even Fleet Admiral Kong would likely laugh himself awake in his sleep upon hearing about Jon's abilities.

As a reward for his contributions, Sengoku summoned Jon and asked him if he preferred to be compensated with money or military merit for the food he had produced.

Jon didn't hesitate for a second. He chose military merit.

He wasn't foolish enough to take money from the Navy. As a member of the Navy, he knew better than to assume their funds were easy to access. He still had to build his career in the Navy and couldn't afford to offend anyone. Military merit, on the other hand, was far more practical. Earning money could wait—military merit was much harder to come by.

Sengoku personally awarded Jon his promotion. Jon was immediately raised from captain to lieutenant commander. In fact, if not for his young age, he might have been promoted directly to commander.

While it took others in the Navy years of hard work to climb even one rank, Jon had jumped two ranks in less than three years. From being a recruit, he had now become a mid-ranking officer—Lieutenant Commander.

Even the most outstanding members of his class, like Sakazuki and Borsalino, were currently only at the rank of lieutenant commander. Now, Jon was on the same level as them.

It was worth noting that Sakazuki and Borsalino had risen quickly because they captured many pirates and earned military merit in battle. Jon, on the other hand, had achieved the same rank by simply growing food in the rear.

In less than two months, Jon had produced over 100,000 pounds of various grains and crops, significantly easing the Navy's food crisis.

"Armament!"

Jon's fist suddenly became covered in black Haki as he punched Pemberton. Pemberton's large body staggered backward from the blow.

"Jon, are you trying to kill me?"

Clutching his arms in pain, Pemberton shouted angrily at Jon.

"Sorry, sorry," Jon quickly apologized. "I just wanted to test my Armament Haki. I didn't expect it to hit so hard."

Pemberton growled, "Using me as your test dummy? Do you think I'm as monstrous as you? You've mastered Armament Haki so quickly—not only hardening it but even wrapping it around your body."

How could he not be upset?

Despite studying Haki under his uncle for so long, Pemberton still couldn't match Jon, who had only been training for a few months. Pemberton could barely manage to cover small parts of his body, and the black Haki hadn't even fully materialized yet.

Meanwhile, Jon had not only mastered the basics but could already wrap Haki around his entire body and display its blackened state.

"I didn't expect to learn it this quickly either," Jon admitted. He was just as surprised by his rapid progress in mastering Armament Haki. Perhaps it was due to his physical condition or his innate talent, but once he learned it, he adapted to it almost immediately.

"I'm done sparring with you. This is torture."

Pemberton waved him off, unwilling to continue. He had no desire to be Jon's training dummy any longer. Back when Jon didn't use his powers, Pemberton could at least hold his ground. Now, even without using his powers, Jon was far beyond his reach.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku personally led the mission this time. Why didn't you go with your uncle?" Jon asked Pemberton.

Not long ago, Sengoku had led a massive fleet of Navy forces into battle with the Golden Lion's fleet. Many Navy officers had participated.

Jon had wanted to join, but because of his current food-production duties, Sengoku hadn't allowed it. He found it strange that Pemberton hadn't gone either.

Pemberton lowered his voice and explained, "My uncle said this mission was extremely dangerous. He was worried about me and came up with all sorts of excuses to keep me behind."

Jon nodded in agreement. "Your uncle really cares about you. In dangerous situations, you're the first person he thinks of."

Pemberton smiled bitterly. "He has no children of his own, and I'm the last heir of the family. He's counting on me to carry on the family line, so he doesn't want me to die in battle."

"You're lucky. Whether you go or not doesn't matter. Meanwhile, I can't go even if I want to. Every day, I'm stuck growing food—it's driving me insane."

Jon's face was filled with frustration. After producing food for over two months, he was thoroughly sick of it. But there was no way around it. Without orders from above, he couldn't join any missions and was stuck at the base killing time.

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