Nickname: Monkey D. Kizaru.
Bullshit.
In Kuro's eyes, this old man was the epitome of blending in with the world, and he didn't think about anything else.
In this world, the person Kuro admires most is indeed Kizaru.
Therefore, he didn't dislike being under Kizaru's command.
It's better than joining Akainu's ranks; Akainu is too rigid, and he can't stand him.
Aokiji wouldn't work either. Although Aokiji is lazy and somewhat similar to him, they are too similar, which could easily lead to disagreements on certain issues.
Only someone like Kizaru, who values ​​relationships and gives face, is someone Kuro admires.
Inside a typical Japanese castle tower, Kuro walked to the top floor, opened the door, and saw a huge office. Facing him was a plaque that read: Ambiguous Justice.
Below, a man in a yellow suit, with a relaxed expression, was clipping his nails.
"Oh, you've come, Lucilfer Kuro."
Kizaru put down his nail clippers, his lips pursed in a strange arc, and said in surprise.
"Admiral Kizaru, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Kuro saluted, his expression serious.
"Well, no need to be so polite, come and sit down."
Kizaru pointed to the chair opposite him, and Kuro sat down as instructed.
As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but ask, "Admiral, I don't quite understand why you want me to join your force. I'm just a naval officer who just came from the East China Sea. I'm too weak and will only be a burden to your force."
"As for why, it might be on a whim, or it might be for other reasons. What could it be?"
Kizaru took a box of cigars from the drawer, picked one up and handed it to Kuro, "Want one?"
Kuro took it, lit it for himself, and his eyes widened.
Great product!
No wonder it's a general's cigar.
"Some people say you are my illegitimate son."
"Cough cough cough!"
Kuro coughed up smoke after taking just two puffs, looking terrified.
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