NOVEL WEB Chapter 591: Power Test
Reiju couldn't help but become genuinely intrigued as she listened to Sanji's explanation.
"So such methods actually exist? As expected of the World Government that has stood for 800 years—truly unfathomable in its resources," she remarked with genuine admiration.
Just as she was contemplating this, Bill completed his assessment.
"Well..." he began thoughtfully, "if we consider the Fighting power of an ordinary Marine wielding a standard weapon to be 10 points..."
He paused momentarily, his expression concentrated.
"Captain Sanji's power measures approximately 2,420 points—a full 70-point improvement from lastmonth's evaluation! You're truly worthy of being the mountain team captain," Bill announced proudly.
"Additionally," he continued, "I should mention that in last month's testing, Usopp's Fighting power registered at 450 points, my own Fighting power was estimated around 840, and Captain Zoro's Fighting power measured at 2,410 points."
Before Reiju could express her surprise at these numbers, Sanji spontaneously leapt into the air, pumping his fists triumphantly.
"Yes! I've surpassed that green algae-head!" he exclaimed jubilantly.
Reiju tilted her head in confusion. Who was this "green algae-head" that Sanji was so excited about surpassing?
However, at that moment, Bill added hesitantly:
"Captain, those are last month's figures. Given Captain Zoro's rate of improvement, he likely possesses a Fighting power approaching 2,500 points by now."
Sanji, who had been elated just seconds earlier, appeared as though someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water. His enthusiasm instantly deflated.
"Idiot! Of course I'm aware of that," he snapped defensively. "Couldn't you just let me enjoy the moment?"
Bill looked genuinely distressed at being reprimanded for simply stating facts. After a pitiful "Oh," he quickly recovered his spirits and hurried over to Reiju, his expression shifting to one of enthusiastic admiration.
"Sister Reiju! I'm actually a devoted fan of Germa. Would it be possible to take a photograph with you later?" he requested eagerly.
Bill's words immediately triggered a commotion among the onlookers. Many Marines from the North Blue harbored similar desires.
The look he gave Reiju brimmed with the same fervent admiration a doctor from East Blue might show toward their idol.
Reiju remained unfazed by this attention. She simply smiled and nodded her agreement.
Bill was instantly overjoyed. He immediately produced his camera den den mushi, awkwardly positioned himself beside Reiju, and captured their image together.
Seeing Bill's successful fan moment, others with similar aspirations suddenly grew animated. What had been intended as a combat assessment was rapidly transforming into an impromptu meet-and-greet with a celebrity.
Sanji immediately stepped forward, his expression darkening as he moved to restore order.
"Alright, enough!" he barked authoritatively. "Have you all completed your assigned tasks? Those who haven't, get back to work immediately. Everyone else, find something productive to do. If I see anyone still gathered here in thirty seconds, they can forget about lunch today!"
Upon hearing the chef's ultimatum, even those who were reluctant had no choice but to disperse and resume their training exercises.
There was simply no alternative—Sanji's cooking was truly exceptional. The chefs he had trained possessed culinary skills rivaling those of royal and noble private chefs. Missing such a delicious meal was more unthinkable to them than facing death itself.
After successfully driving everyone away, leaving only Bill behind, Sanji redirected his attention to Reiju.
"Go ahead," he instructed her. "Attack Bill with your strongest techniques. Don't worry about him getting injured."
Bill seemed to respond to Sanji's words with pride, puffing out his chest and patting the solid muscles beneath his uniform, signaling to his idol that he was prepared for whatever she might unleash.
Reiju flexed her fingers and rotated her wrists with evident interest. Before launching her attack, she posed one final question:
"I'm curious—what is Admiral Luffy's power level? Can you even measure it?"
Bill, who had been radiating confidence just moments before, immediately wilted upon hearing this inquiry. He waved his hand awkwardly and replied with a nervous smile:
"Don't be ridiculous! If the boss used even half—no, even a quarter—of his true strength, let alone his full power, I'd probably be reunited with my departed parents instantly."
He shook his head before continuing: "Regarding his actual strength, I only know a story from long ago when we were still at Marine Headquarters. He defeated the instructor responsible for testing Fighting power in our department and sent the poor man to the hospital. The boss was only twelve years old at the time, and the upper limit that instructor could measure was reportedly around 6,000 Fighting power units."
"Oh, I see," Reiju responded thoughtfully.
Although she already had a general understanding of Luffy's tremendous power, comparing it to Sanji's recent demonstration made the scenario even more impressive. The image of a twelve-year-old Luffy possessing a Fighting power exceeding 6,000 points was truly staggering.
This revelation only reinforced Reiju's satisfaction with her choice. After all, what woman wouldn't want her man to be exceptionally powerful?
"One more question," she said, her eyes glinting with purpose as she prepared her stance. "What's the upper limit of what you can withstand?"