White Tiger

Marine HQ, 5 months had passed after the great King of Pirate, Gol D Roger had been executed. 

"Come on brats! It's just a thousand push up, you haven't passed 100 yet! pull your ass up! do you want to become the sea king's food? Hurry up!!!" 

A tall, tan-skinned man stood bare-chested, with a white bandana covering his platinum blonde hair, wearing baggy large trousers, with bare feet visible, instructing the new Marine recruits inside a Marineford training ground.

His facial features were decent, yet the only peculiar thing about him was his abnormally long earlobe reaching his chest, with a golden earring hanging on its tip. His ever-relaxed expression betrayed his thunderous voice when he ordered the recruit to finish the training.

Whenever he walks around, anyone could see his muscular yet slim back covered with a Marine's seagull tattoo. He trotted around the hard-working young new recruits with a golden staff resting on his shoulder. Whenever he saw someone slacking off, he would slap their butt with his staff, making the victim grimace.

"Come on! Did you eat nothing this morning? And you brat!" 

The man stopped right in front of one of the young recruits holding a cigar in his lips!

*slap...

"What the hell are you thinking? Smoking while training? Do you want to die?" scolded the man as he swiped his golden staff against the young man's cigar away.

The young recruit gritted his teeth and glared towards his instructor seemingly holding a grudge. 

"What? do you wanna fight? Yahaha...interesting brat!" 

*slap! 

Before the young recruit could respond, his instructor slapped his butt with his golden staff, making him wince in pain and confusion.

"It's too early for you to fight me! And you guys...!" The instructor focused back towards the other young recruits once more and yelled, 

"...Why did you stop? Want to try my golden staff of love?" 

The other young recruits who got slightly relaxed once again shook their head and steadied their body in an instant. 

"...Then, keep going, you bastards!" 

"..YES SIR!!!" 

"Louder!!!" 

"SIR, YES SIR!!!" 

"Good! No lunch before you finish this morning training! Yahahahaha..." 

Hearing the instructor's threat, the young recruits couldn't help but increase their training speed!

And so, the morning passed, the recruits were so tired they felt like dying. In their hearts, they wished the instructor would turn his head bald! Or thousands of other curses ran through their hearts! The instructor this time was known as a devil, the same as the chief instructor!

"Yahahaha... What a bunch of weaklings!" Said the instructor lightly after he left the training ground. With a flick of his wrist, electricity arcs jumped on his staff, and in an instant, it turned into a belt wrapped nicely around his slim waist.

"Having fun as always Enel?" 

Hearing a familiar voice coming from his back, Enel paused on his track, then turned his head with a big grin towards the voice.

"Kimimaro, yahahaha...nothing beats bullying a newcomer!" 

The newcomer called Kimimaro had peculiar pale skin, vivid green eyes, handsome facial features, two scarlet dots on his forehead, and shoulder-length white hair, which he wore divided down the middle of his head (distinguished by an atypical 'zigzag' hair parting) with two separate partings on either side of his face. 

He wore a traditional Japanese white Haori, however, it has a large sleeve for his hands, and black loose trousers and getta(traditional wooden sandal).

Kimimaro walks silently yet with confidence in his step, his facial expression was calm and collected with a quiet smile donned on it.

When Kimimaro was about to pass Enel, the latter wrapped his arm around the former's shoulder in a friendly manner and continued to walk in the corridor. Kimimaro doesn't seem to feel discomfort when Enel doing it, showing their relationship was extraordinary.