As for the matter of Pluton, Ivankov naturally did not publicize it.
Only the scientific team led by Judge knew about it.
Upon returning to Sky Kingdom, he immediately had Smoker and Isabella summoned.
"Your Highness..."
"Is something the matter?"
Isabella and Kalifa, who had been training all day and were somewhat covered in sweat, walked into the magnificent royal palace, both looking at His Highness with some doubt.
"You two take Capone Bege to Mango Beast Island first. I've already had Lion Ghost move the laboratory to the island ridge nearby. When Fujitora and the others, who have the ability of the Castle-Castle Fruit, return, I'll personally go to Dressrosa again..." Ivankov said directly.
He had already selected the successor for the Castle-Castle Fruit.
On the military academy side, three very promising candidates had just emerged, and all of them were native residents of Sky Island.
One of them, in particular, caught his attention quite a lot!
"I don't mind, but if you continue to train on Mango Beast Island then, I might need to go back and help out in the BIG MOM Pirates. The time will probably be when Germa truly is willing to emerge, when both truly openly declare their alliance..."
Smoker shrugged, speaking with some helplessness, "This is Mom's request. There's nothing I can do to refuse..."
"And although the Head Chef made a move and Mom has recovered, because she knows she ate Carmel and others, her temperament is very unstable. If I don't go back, the alliance with Germa will likely waver..."
Clearly, under the temptation of that delicious cake, BIG MOM had already recovered and begun to return to Whole Cake Island.
Of course, Smoker going back to help in the BIG MOM Pirates did not mean she could no longer come to see Ivankov.
"Alright, but if she acts up, don't blame me for turning hostile... Hmph." Ivankov nodded, not refusing.
Given Smoker's lazy nature, it was indeed a bit difficult for her to accompany him and the others in training.
Anyway, before the plan fully unfolded, any major actions he took next would likely not require Smoker's involvement.
A few days later.
Fujitora, along with Capone Bege, returned to Sky Kingdom.
"That guy can't be held back anymore. He insists on causing a ruckus starting from the entrance to the Grand Line, desperately wanting to raise his bounty to three hundred million, and then gloriously join the Blackbeard Pirates..."
Inside the grand palace, Fujitora was somewhat speechless when mentioning Cavendish.
Everyone liked wealth, power, and reputation, but someone like Cavendish, who was overly obsessed with "popularity," it was truly a pity he didn't directly become a celebrity or singer.
"Let him be..." Ivankov waved his hand. He was somewhat tolerant of Cavendish, and that kind of personality couldn't be changed: "If he dies so easily, it only proves he was merely that much!"
He crouched down, and a dark shadow peeled off from his half-dead Capone Bege.
The terrifying dark gravitational force directly detached the Castle-Castle Fruit and transferred it into a very ordinary fruit.
That fruit turned into a melon shape with strange patterns and a dark green body.
"Your Highness, have you decided who will inherit this ability yet?" Fujitora asked with a light laugh, sizing up the strange fruit from Capone Bege.
"On the military academy's side, some good prospects have emerged among the Sky Island students!"
North of Sky Kingdom, inside the enormous Germa Military Academy.
Due to a shortage of manpower, the instructors currently listed in the academy, besides the several major team leaders of Germa 66 who rotate every two or three months, also included "Tyrant" Bartholomew Kuma, who held the title of Chief Instructor and would occasionally come to give guidance for a few days.
In the vast training ground.
Dozens of students were training intensely inside, but it still appeared incredibly spacious.
Three students stood out particularly.
"Finger Pistol! Gatling Gun!!!"
"Crack, crack, crack..."
One student, with a green tattoo on his face and an intimidating aura, directly shattered the entire wooden dummy into splinters.
"Iron Body! Steel Body!!!"
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Not far away, another tall, bald man wearing Buddhist beads and with a pair of small wings on his back, continuously endured strikes from the remaining students with wooden staffs, making clanging sounds of metal intersecting.
"Tempest Kick! Raging Storm!"
Finally, there was a young man who wasn't particularly striking but exuded an incredibly calm presence. He was just over twenty years old, with a neat buzz cut. His entire body leaped into mid-air, and his legs kicked out like a raging storm.
"Swish, swish..." Wave after wave of pale green slashes poured out like a furious storm, leaving striking slash marks on the alloy steel wall several meters ahead.
"Truly amazing..."
"They just started learning the Six Powers a year ago, and they've already reached this level..."
"Even if they've only mastered two or three of the Six Powers, those training camp students who think highly of themselves might not necessarily be able to compare to them, right?"
"As expected of the top three students in this batch! Even those who came out of the training camp can't overshadow their momentum!"
Witnessing this scene, many students couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, filled with admiration.
These three individuals' inherent strength was already considerable. Since the official opening of Germa Military Academy, in just over a year, they had basically mastered (at a price) more than three of the Six Powers. They might not be arrogant, but they were definitely outstanding among the training camp students who had merged into the academy.
"Wapol, Urouge, Jester... it..."
Mike, who was currently on duty as an instructor, walked over, gazing at the three with satisfaction.
These three were all natives of the White-White Sea and came from different Sky Islands. Before joining Germa, they already possessed considerable strength.
And now, after receiving systematic training, their strength had progressed astonishingly in just over a year, all demonstrating remarkable talent.
"Hey, Instructor Mike, is something the matter?" Urouge wiped his sweat and asked with a grin.
Mike, wearing sunglasses, didn't beat around the bush. He directly faced the three outstanding students and said, "You few, stop for a moment. His Majesty the King has something for you!"
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