It's all Cass's fault, no, it's all that Devil Fruit user in the East Blue's fault. Without him, I would never have been recommended to Headquarters.

Pirates are fucking damn bad!

“What if it’s not me?” Smoker asked.

"Then you won't get away with it either! The news must have come from you!" Kuro said through gritted teeth.

Smoker: "..."

His position is higher than Kuro's, and he's also Kuzan's best friend. If he really wanted to apply, and Kuzan went to talk to him, Sengoku might actually agree.

Although the old man treated him well and gave him a lot of freedom, by the same token, he couldn't expect the old man to help with this kind of thing.

He just got into trouble, and Sengoku doesn't know how to deal with him yet. If he applies for a job, that old guy might throw him into G-5.

It's so convenient and easy, he'd do it too.

The key point is, it's impossible.

He knew exactly what kind of situation G-5 was—a bunch of troublemakers in the navy. If he really went there and angered some big shot, he might not survive. He wasn't going to do something so dangerous.

Wouldn't it be better to go back to the East China Sea?

"Kuro, are you really not going to reconsider? The base commander, Vergo, is said to be a very fair and kind person. If you go there, he won't do anything to you. After all, you're Kizaru's subordinate," Smoker couldn't help but persuade him again.

Vergo?

The name sounds familiar...

It wasn't the kind of familiar sound you'd hear within the navy; it was like I'd heard it somewhere before.

"Don't even think about it," Kuro said.

Even if he doesn't remember, if the name is familiar to him, then there must be something wrong.

If there's a problem, then we won't go.