What's with his calm demeanor? He's just calm!
What makes him so calm!
The reason I was so calm before was because I had absolutely no idea about this kind of thing. I was even a little smug, thinking that the higher-ups had forgotten about me since they hadn't reported on me.
Good grief, this is what's waiting for me now!
Kizaru chuckled and said, "Well, that's how it is, Kuro. From today onwards, I'm retiring. I'll be handing it over to you."
"Why don't you wait a little longer?"
Kuro said dryly, "Look, this banquet lasts for seven days. Although it's supposed to be a birthday celebration, if you cancel, it will just become a celebration, which is a bit unlucky. Let's wait a little longer."
"Oh, I'd like to wait too, but the higher-ups won't allow it. This newspaper is proof of that."
Kizaru pouted and said, "I should receive the news by daytime."
So this is a celebration for myself?!
Kuro looked towards the balcony with a sense of despair. The lively sounds below were still going on, but now they sounded rather jarring.
If the old man receives the news tomorrow, wouldn't he be issued a document tomorrow and appointed as the new general?
The position of faction leader is an unspoken agreement; there are definitely no official documents. Basically, the old man decides to step down, and the leader takes over. He already took over during the day today. The only official document is probably the title of general.
Was the rest of his life a celebration for himself?
Isn't this just shooting yourself in the foot?
This kind of thing definitely needs to be kept low-key. Making it so extravagant and wasteful will only lead to misunderstandings!
The key point is that this is the old man's birthday. He can't just say he won't do it. He's already made the promise. If he takes it back, wouldn't that ruin his own reputation?
But now...
"What kind of mess is this?!" Kuro gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"Cheer up, Kuro! You're an admiral now!" Garp laughed heartily. "Being an admiral is a great thing."
Kuro twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to put on a smile to disguise the tears that were falling.
This wine tonight is a bit hard to swallow...
...
In a certain sea area of the North Sea, a group of ships with shells resembling snail shells on the bottom and castles on top have come together to form a large fleet of a small kingdom. At this moment, they are surrounded by a dozen or so fully armed ships. Those ships are not much smaller than the single snail shell, and together they can completely surround the castle.
Inside, shouts of battle filled the air.
Beihai has been ruled by others before.
The Germa Kingdom, a nation that once achieved the feat of unifying the North Blue for 66 days, was expelled from the World Government and lost its qualification to participate in the World Conference, but its prestige still remains. Who in the North Blue doesn't tremble at the mention of their power? But now, this place has been invaded!
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
Gunshots and cannon fire, mixed with the crisp clash of weapons, echoed continuously throughout the castle.
The expressionless clone soldiers of the Germa Kingdom are very strong. Their movements are like machines, and their physical abilities are far superior to those of ordinary soldiers. They don't need Haki; their powerful physique and precise, machine-like combat movements are enough to make them tenacious. If they were ordinary soldiers, they would definitely not be their match.
But the soldiers of Dressrosa are not!
laugh!
A soldier wielding a military knife slashed fiercely at a Germa soldier. The latter didn't even use a weapon, simply blocking the blow with his arm. His sturdy body blocked the knife, allowing the blade to pierce his flesh but get stuck in his arm.
Bang!
The Germa soldier delivered a flying kick, striking the soldier squarely in the chest and sending him flying. The latter spun in the air before landing on the ground, staring solemnly at the Germa soldier who was drawing his blade, his face expressionless.
“They’re just like the Douglas Brigade under Lieutenant General Cass!” the soldier said through gritted teeth. “Troublesome, but thankfully they’re not domineering.”
On the other side, a soldier happened to be passing by with a gun, fired a shot, and turned to ask, "Hey, you're not scared, are you?"
"Scared?! Of course I'm scared! That kick hurts a lot, you know!" The soldier grinned. "But I'm not afraid of death, I believe in justice!"
The soldiers of Dressrosa are afraid of pain, fatigue, and hardship, but if they are fighting for the cause of justice, they are not afraid of death!
"Let's try again! I refuse to believe we can't defeat this evil Germa Kingdom. I'm a fan of Sora too!"
The soldier straightened his body, stood still, and was about to charge when suddenly a gust of wind appeared and rushed past them, the strong force blowing their hair.
boom!
Then, a powerful burst of wind pressure exploded, blowing away the Germa soldiers who were gathered in front.
"Lord Cyrus!" shouted the soldiers of Dressrosa.
Cyrus was charging forward, wearing a full suit of armor that exposed his head. He wielded a greatsword and swung it horizontally, creating wind pressure with each strike that lifted the bodies of Germa soldiers.
The earlier gladiator attire was abolished after David came to power. That kind of attire was barely covering the body and was no longer a matter of aesthetics. In the new Dressrosa, at least people had to be able to afford clothes, so Cyrus put on armor.
Rebecca was also wearing armor...
She was in another direction, also wielding a greatsword, charging around with extraordinary bravery.
Da da da!
Similarly, in other directions, a woman dressed as a maid, whose hands transformed into machine guns, was firing indiscriminately while smoking a cigarette; the guns were practically spitting blue flames.
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