"Oh~ I saw everything down there just now. It was such a grand event, it's amazing, Kuro."
Kizaru pouted and said something, then, without any hesitation, took the seat that Kuro had pulled out for him.
Kuro smiled and stepped aside, walking to Chloe's side and whispering, "Where's my present?"
"Preparations are underway. I've contacted Sazir; he's on his way..." Kro whispered.
Kuro nodded, a smile returning to his face, and stood aside, saying to the crowd, "It's my grandfather's birthday, and so many people have come to give me face. I thank you in advance."
He smiled slightly: "With you hosting this event, it's only natural that everyone would come. Come to think of it, there are very few such rare and grand events outside of conferences."
"It's all because everyone is giving me face, giving me face."
Kuro's smile widened, and he patted his chest, saying to Kro, "Kro, tell your men that they can eat, drink, and have fun for the next seven days, and all expenses will be on me, Kuro!"
"Yes, Mr. Kuro, I'll go and give the order right away," Kuro nodded and said.
The Navy doesn't hold banquets, unlike pirates. They don't have that kind of leisure time. Even if they win the Marineford War, they just cheer a few times and then go about their business.
Such a non-conference-style banquet is rare; it's usually a private gathering of acquaintances. There's no way it's such a grand event.
If someone steps forward today and gathers so many people, they will be happy to benefit from it.
Navy personnel also have holidays and need to relax. If they're constantly fighting pirates or on missions, they're not machines; who can handle that?
"Lieutenant General! Lieutenant General! They're here! They're here!"
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Sazir rushed in, carrying a gleaming golden object. He nearly stumbled and fell as he entered, frantically calling out, "Lieutenant General, this, this is..."
"So impulsive!" Kuro frowned. "Kuro."
"yes..."
With a flash, Kro appeared directly in front of Sazir, catching the golden object. He gave Sazir a subtle glare and said, "Alright, I've received the item. Go down and eat."
"yes."
Sazir felt his hands suddenly go empty as Kro took the item and obediently retreated.
Kuro carried the object to Kuro's side and handed it over, saying, "Mr. Kuro..."
This thing...
Kuro glanced at it and saw that what Kuro was holding was a palace carved from gold. It was made entirely of gold, and the interior of the palace was carved with lifelike details. There were halls, beams and pillars, and the most conspicuous throne. The size of the throne was about the size of a three-month-old baby, and it had to be held in both hands.
"Why is it this thing?"
Kuro remembered this thing. Back then, a batch of gold was made into jewelry, including gold necklaces, gold rings, gold crowns, gold scepters, and so on. But he didn't know which craftsman made this thing, but it looked very artistic.
“This is the biggest one,” Chloe whispered.
Kuro nodded, accepted the golden palace, put on a smile, bowed slightly, and walked towards Kizaru.
"Grandpa, it's your birthday today. I don't have anything to offer, but this is a spoil of war I won before. I'm just passing it on to wish you a happy birthday," Kuro said with a grin, handing the Golden Palace forward.
"Buddha?"
Garp was taken aback, then looked at Sengoku, "Pfft, hahaha, this is the real Buddha."
"Fool, that's a metaphor, not me." Sengoku laughed heartily.
"Oh~ a palace made of gold, how amazing." Kizaru pouted, lowered his sunglasses a little to reveal half of his smiling eyes, and carefully examined the golden palace, revealing a hint of understanding.
"The gift is nice, I received it," he said with a smile.
"The throne..."
Sengoku looked at the castle and laughed, "Is it interesting? Hahaha, Kuro, you know a lot."
ah?
Kuro was a little confused. It was just a gift; what could he possibly know?
This thing looks pretty good, doesn't it? It's big, classy, and artistic.
"I'm glad the old man likes it." Kuro smiled and handed the Golden Palace back. Seeing this, Kuro quickly took it and stood aside.
There aren't many odd jobs around here, so in the end, their faction will handle it anyway, and they can just hand it over to Kizaru when it's all over.
The crane smiled as it looked at the golden castle and murmured, "It is interesting. The throne, after all, has been occupied by those who have left, and new entrants will sit down again. It is a cycle of generation after generation, a legacy passed down from generation to generation."
"Huh? Granny Tsuru, what did you say?" Kuro turned his head and asked.
He smiled slightly: "It's just a lament that we're getting old."
Among these core members and former high-ranking naval officers present, the youngest is almost sixty years old. Only Kuro, this new generation, looks so energetic. These people can confidently entrust the mission of the next generation to Kuro.
Kuro, on the other hand, was a bit of a Muggle. Why were these old guys always smiling at him? It was a creepy smile.
"Let's start the feast! Stop staring like that!"
Kuro chuckled twice, then waved to Kro, who nodded and retreated while carrying the Golden Palace.
Kuro sat down and waited for the food to be served. Soon, the waiters came in turn and placed the food on the table. At the same time, all the seats in the restaurant building were filled with people to celebrate Kizaru's birthday.
"I'll go first, then I'll go first."
Kuro picked up his glass, no longer standing, but sitting down, offering a toast from afar, and took a sip.
However, the people at the table didn't pay him any attention. Garp was enjoying his meal and took a bite of food from Sengoku's plate, which made Sengoku curse loudly. Tsuru subconsciously protected the food on her plate, which made people smile.
Even at such an advanced age, this camaraderie from the war has remained strong.
Sakazuki and Kizaru, on the other hand, raised their glasses and took a sip with Kuro.
Neither Brother Yixiao nor Green Bull were present at this gathering. The former was on a mission somewhere, and the latter was probably too lazy to be called. But he did manage to call them, so whether they came or not was up to them.
What we're really doing now is a gathering of traditional naval factions, and they don't include people from the global recruitment system.
“Kuro…”
Sakazuki put down his glass and said, "Borsalino has decided to step down. You should know what to do."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and turned to look at Kuro.
Kuro twitched his lips. "Well, it's a big day today, is it inappropriate to bring this up? Let's talk about it after this is over."
There's still time; the Five Elders haven't made up their minds yet!
He might still have a chance!
call...
Just as he was thinking this, a newsbird flew in from outside and dropped some newspapers. Two of the newspapers fell directly from the balcony and drifted into the hall.
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