Those who are usually around Kuro actually know quite a bit about his preferences.
First of all, Kuro has a penchant for extravagance, that much is certain, and he also likes to share; in any case, his subordinates will always benefit from the good things.
In his words, pirates can live such a comfortable life, so there's no reason why the navy has to suffer. Otherwise, with such a comparison, everyone might as well become a pirate.
Order? Order can't feed you. You can only feed yourself if you give benefits. You can't expect a horse to run without feeding it. That doesn't make sense.
The World Government does this quite well, paying their navy salaries generously and providing them with holidays, but Kuro treats them even better.
Secondly, Kuro is very concerned about his reputation. If you don't give him face, he will turn on you. He is also petty and holds grudges.
He also enjoys impotent rage and often hurls insults that are incomprehensible but obviously offensive. He even dares to criticize the World Government and his officials are known to be universally disliked.
But when it comes to material things...
It seems like I don't lack anything. The only thing I've been really interested in lately is gold jewelry.
She's wearing gold, her earrings are gold, and even her name has "gold" in it, so choosing gold is definitely the right choice.
"Gold! I understand, thank you Sazir. Please help me, I'll bring you some. I'm outta here!"
Upon hearing this, the naval captain quickly left, and those around him, having also heard this, all ran back.
They only prepared one gift and didn't make a second one. Some of the people here were recruited from around the world, while others were traditional veterans of the Navy. But no matter what, they had to give Kuro face. He sent out invitations to everyone, which was to show his support, so the gift had to be appropriate.
"Gold..."
Just then, a man with three cigars in his mouth walked over, grabbed the naval captain who had run away first, and said, "Really? Kuro's started accepting gifts like this now? I don't have any gold. Hey, you should prepare one for me too."
"Lieutenant General Smoker!"
The naval captain was taken aback when he saw the newcomer. "You, you want to go too?"
"What, you think I can't have it? Don't worry, I'll pay for it. I just didn't have time to get the gold."
The person who arrived was Smoker. He happened to be nearby when he received Kuro's notification and came over directly after a night.
"Yes, I understand."
The navy man pursed his lips, his expression somewhat blank.
That makes three portions.
Moreover, the gold prepared for Smoker and Sazir cannot be less than the gold prepared by himself, because one is someone he needs a favor from, and the other is a lieutenant general, neither of whom can be offended.
The issue of interpersonal relationships is the most troublesome and unbearable.
As for Smoker, he didn't care about such things; he just wanted someone to bring him a copy.
After letting the naval captain go, Smoker walked directly to Sazel and said, "What, did Kuro send you to collect gifts?"
"Lieutenant General Smoker."
Saziel greeted him and laughed, "You're joking. Vice Admiral Kuro never said anything like that, it's just..."
"I understand you need to save face."
Smoker rolled his eyes. "That prideful guy is going to really make a name for himself this time. Humph, he's a general, perfect for getting something done with him. Is he in there?"
“Yes, I am.” Sazir nodded quickly and gave an address.
"You continue to guard it."
Smoker exhaled a puff of smoke and walked straight inside. Following the address, he found Kuro's temporary residence and went straight to the top floor. Before he even reached Kuro's room, he heard shouting and cursing coming from inside.
"Did I ask you to give a gift before you did? Who asked you to give a gift? You're a Shichibukai, a pirate, not a Marine. I didn't invite you!"
“But, Lieutenant General Jinni, no, General Jinni, we all know about your promotion to general, and we definitely need to express our congratulations.”
"Fuck you! Guard your line. I'm not fighting pirates or going to the New World for some competition, so what business is it of yours what I like to do? What?! Cigars? Cigars are fine. Here's two boxes, no more. What? You want to give me gold? Fine, fine, but this is the last time."
*Smack*
Just then, Smoker pushed open the door and entered, only to see Kuro slumped on the sofa, looking all high and mighty.
"Smoker?"
Upon seeing the newcomer, he stubbed out his cigar, reached out, and with a flick of his wrist, the cigar tucked into Smoker's chest flew up and landed in his hand.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Smoker roared. "I heard you found a really good cigar smoker, even better than the special ones. Why are you smoking mine?"
"Hey, trying out cheap stuff once in a while helps you connect with the common people. Being high and mighty for too long will turn you into an idiot." Kuro nonchalantly bit into the three rolled-up cigars and lit them with a lighter.
Smoker sat down directly opposite him, his eyes narrowing. "Can I take that as a sarcastic remark about the Celestial Dragons?"
"What's there to mock about those idiots? They're just embarrassing themselves," Kuro said, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"You're still as bold as ever. Only you would dare to say something like that," Smoker said helplessly.
Although he was also unhappy, he never said it openly. He was a legitimate member of the navy, not one of those unskilled recruits from around the world, and he still had a sense of awe for the World Government.
"By the way, what were you doing just now? A Shichibukai?" Smoker asked.
"Hmm, the Shichibukai, 'White Admiral' Sam William, my fellow countryman. I don't know where he got the news, but he said I'm going to become an admiral and he wants to give me a gift."
Kuro gritted his teeth as he spoke, "The documents haven't even been issued yet, so why are you so sure it was me!"
"There's no one else but you, right? You took over the position of Admiral Kizaru; no one else is qualified."
Smoker leaned back comfortably and said, "When I heard the news that Admiral Kizaru was going to step down, I knew you were going to take over. Congratulations on finally taking over. Speaking of which, you're younger than me, aren't you? You became an admiral so quickly."
"Is it really easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering?"
Kuro rolled his eyes. "You want to?"
“I can’t do that. Your faction will kill me. Nobody dares to covet this position.” Smoker smiled. “Keep it safe. What’s yours will be yours. It won’t run away.”
"I don't like hearing that kind of talk. What are you doing here? Are you here to eat or to pick a fight with me?" Kuro grinned.
"I need you to do something for me."
Smoker exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly said, "I want to go to Wano Country. The New World is too chaotic right now, and our Navy has remained indifferent. This is not right. We can't wait for them to decide the outcome. I want to take the initiative."
“I’m just a lieutenant general, Smoker,” Kuro said.
"Soon. Once you become a general, transfer me there," Smoker said in a deep voice.
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