Chapter 216: The Grand Line is only for show and not for sale, so it is released to make people greedy...

Symbolically, he launched two powerful blasts of Yasakani no Magatama towards the Red Hair Pirate Ship to show his stance. Borsalino, his clothes still intact, didn't mind the nonchalant laughter coming from the distant Red Force, and casually turned his attention to the players around him who were still gazing at the sea.

"Want to take a boat?"

——In the end, he failed to board the Four Emperors' ship, but successfully boarded the warship.

The player is placed on the deck of the main ship. Occasionally, navy soldiers pass by. They have clear division of labor, and no one will pay too much attention to the player.

The lazy admiral was gone. Apart from the players, the only person left on the deck was a navy officer with a purple mohawk, who seemed to be of high rank and whom the player had met once in the tavern.

"that……"

The serious and cold face immediately lowered its head. His eyes were calm and sharp, but his attitude was not arrogant. "Flying squirrel."

"Okay? Mr. Flying Squirrel..."

The player paused, then stood beside the man, using his tall frame to shield him from the wind. "Is it okay for me to stay on the warship like this?"

Speaking of which, they allowed the player who had just had a good chat with the famous pirate to take the ship so calmly and without any hesitation. Does this mean that the navy tends to be soft-hearted in its external attitude?

The flying squirrel nodded without saying much: "This is the decision made by Admiral Kizaru."

The implication is that they are just following their superiors' orders and have no ill feelings towards the players.

"Besides."

Just when the player thought the other party would stop talking and the topic would end, he spoke again.

The elder's wise and calm gaze fell upon the player's face, carrying the steadiness accumulating from experience. The player could clearly see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and the tired tolerance mingled in his gaze. "No matter which path you choose..."

"You haven't become a pirate yet, have you?"

He looked out to sea again, his coat rustling in the breeze. His weathered yet calm voice was almost completely drowned out: "The sea is vast."

"...Oh." The player nodded confusedly.

The same conversation was repeated with Borsalino, who, seemingly particularly interested in the flying squirrel's reaction, teased his subordinate in a strangely sarcastic voice, "Yeah... You're so reliable. You always find, in unexpected places, that a colleague has a heart that's more passionate than anyone else's."

The lieutenant general who was being teased remained calm and allowed his boss to tease him in a teasing tone.

"Hmm... My thoughts are similar to Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel's."

Borsalino studied his neatly manicured nails and replied nonchalantly, his playful gaze from behind his brown lenses meeting the player's gaze. "If ever a commoner were to associate with pirates... I wouldn't show mercy."

He raised his finger, and a dazzling light emerged from his fingertips, expanding and contracting unsteadily.

Borsalino displayed the same ability that he used when attacking the Red Hair Pirates, but he had obviously restrained his strength, allowing only the fingertips to illuminate.

"Keep this innocent," he said.

I've been wanting to say this since a while ago...

“So cool!”

The players who were looking directly at it all had stars in their eyes: "What is this? Can I learn it?"

Could it be some secret navy technique like 'Secret Technique: Light of Justice!'?

"Hmm--that's going to have to wait until the next Sparkling Fruit appears." He answered slowly.

oh!

Hearing the other party say this reminded the player of the devil fruit setting in the game.

The ability of each devil fruit is also unique, and the player's aspirations are destined to be unfulfilled.

The light on Borsalino's fingertips flickered, just like the fireflies you occasionally see at night, but brighter and more attractive.

In Borsalino's eyes, the player was like a small fly bewitched by a light source, raising its index finger towards his hand. He watched the player's movements leisurely, neither speaking to stop him nor dodging.

The player's fingertips touched his, and the frequently flashing light spots were like a moth with its wings pinched, sandwiched between the two people, diligently emitting dazzling golden light.

It's like the light source was created by the player. The player deceived himself into thinking.

If there are no special requirements for 'light', players can do it.

A faint cluster of strange flames emerged from his fingertips, and the air around him was slightly distorted. Countless thoughts flashed through Borsalino's mind in an instant, and he remained motionless, allowing the blue flames to remain at a dangerous distance.

When he came into close contact with that unique 'flame', he didn't feel any burning heat on his hands, and Borsalino raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's so scary. It's a power I've never seen before. I can't even move." He pulled his hand back and spoke in an unconvincing and frivolous tone.

The player looked up at him. "It's the 'Calming' effect. It will wear off soon."

Eh...

The characteristics of the Death Flame were immediately discovered.

So fast!

"Yeah, so that's how it is."

He twirled his fingers, his sunglasses hiding the expression under his eyes, and put on a slightly exaggerated look of realization: "I almost thought I was shocked to the point of being frozen and frightened and unable to move."

His inner thoughts were completely opposite to what he said. He thought to himself: Slowness and the speed of light, some abilities don't seem to be compatible.

"It's true that the use of devil fruits cannot be replicated, but there are other moves that do not require entry requirements."

He raised his hand slowly, ensuring the player didn't miss any details that needed to be shown.

"Pointing to the gun."

Borsalino made a gun-like gesture with his hand, but there was nothing in his hand, and a small gust of air erupted in the air.

Bang……

An air bullet shot out from his index finger and hit the tail feathers of a bird flying in the air. The big bird flapped its wings in panic and flew away, and the scattered feathers slowly floated down.

Wow! I want to learn!

The player stared at him with starry eyes. The general, who always had an uncomfortable smile on his face, calmly withdrew his hand and put it in his trouser pocket. He said slowly: "The finger gun is one of the six moves in the Navy. It hardens the body parts to attack. After mastering it, it can also be developed into the effect of firing air bullets like this."

The opponent did not demonstrate all the other moves of the Six Navy Styles at once like an acrobat. Just the finger gun was enough to make players eager to try it.

The player's eyes were filled with the words "I want to learn." Borsalino spoke leisurely and calmly, "...Why do you think it's called the Navy Six Styles, young lady?"

The name of the move with the logo already indicates that the only way to learn it is to become a navy.

Then the pirate camp should also have some unique moves.

The player blinked, keeping an eye on Borsalino. The other party still had that relaxed demeanor, as if he wouldn't show any other reaction no matter how the player reacted.

"Has Mr. General always been like this?"

Borsalino paused, his tall figure half-crouching in front of the player, looking as if he was willing to hear more.

The player tried to describe the feelings the other person gave her, "Eh... it's just, it gives people a feeling of being close yet distant. It seems like the relationship has improved, but it also seems like there's always something between them."

At first glance, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would openly express his likes and dislikes. Coupled with his identity as the admiral of the other party, it makes players even more curious.

A rare character setting for the lawful camp - perhaps this is why players rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with playable characters from the lawful camp.

"This is truly..." Borsalino rubbed his chin, his face a look of feigned embarrassment visible to anyone. "At my age, I'm still like a young boy. I probably have no prestige among my colleagues."

Not everyone can be as free as that person when they reach middle age.

In the end, he did not give a clear answer to the player's question, but instead raised his hand and rubbed the player's head lightly.

The force coming from above forced the player to close his eyes, and black shadows appeared in front of his eyes.

This guy is very clever.

He knew that his fruit ability was dazzling, and he even knew to wear a pair of sunglasses for himself...