The Great Pirate Era.
The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—
Demotivating!
I, Russil Kuro, age tw...
They cause trouble, giving the world government a headache, but without exceeding the world government's tolerance level.
In addition, there was his consistent principle of being cautious and avoiding making any contributions.
This kind of operation, which harms teammates, enemies, and oneself, would keep Kuro awake at night until he had to kill or get rid of the person.
"Hmm? Why does this feel so familiar?"
Kuro frowned, feeling as if he had experienced this feeling before.
...
Achoo!
Pegasus Town.
Cass sneezed, rubbed his nose, and looked at the sky strangely.
The weather was sunny with little rain, and besides, he rarely got sick.
"Keep training! We were defeated by one person. This is a disgrace. We must remember it forever and turn it into motivation. Next time, we must never lose so easily!" Cass roared at the marines in front of him.
"Yes, Captain Cass!"
The navy responded with a roar, and then trained even harder.
...
"It's decided."
Kuro said seriously, "That martial arts tournament will definitely attract pirates, gangsters, and criminals from the underworld. As a Marine, I can't let evil go unchecked. Even if the Land of Insects, a member of the World Government, strongly protests, I must fulfill my duty as a Marine to cause trouble... no, to drive away those evil people!"
Chase them away, don't arrest them.
Kuro keenly noticed the difference in the word "Kuro," and he pushed up his glasses, using the reflection on the lenses to hide the disdain in his eyes, afraid that it would be discovered.
Was that for your naval duties?
Pshaw, you're just trying to get people to complain!
"Yes, I understand. I'll go and give the order right away."