Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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When asked, Sengoku remained silent for a long time.

"Sorry, Zephyr."

"Sorry? What do you mean by sorry?"

"Our navy cannot attack Doflamingo, nor can we hold him accountable. Let's just pretend this never happened."

Listening to the somber voice of the Warring States period.

Zefa's eyes narrowed, a dull ache throbbing at the severed arm, but none of that compared to the heartache he felt at that moment.

He clenched his fists, his bloodshot eyes widened, and stared intently at Sengoku standing behind the table.

"Warring States Period, do you even know what you're saying?!"

"I'm sorry, but this is the World Government's decision."

"Warring States Period," he said in a low voice.

57. Swordsmanship contest with the flying squirrel (5/5)

Zephyr gritted his teeth in fury: "Is it because of Doflamingo's other identity? What exactly is his identity that the World Government is protecting him like this?!"

Sengoku did not answer, but looked at him and said, "Zeff, don't ask anymore. Since the World Government has already spoken, let's leave it at that. When it comes to the government, neither you nor I can make the decision."

"Then what about my dead students? They were all young, newly-minted naval personnel!"

Zephyr roared, "Did they just die for nothing?!"

The Warring States period clenched his fists and remained silent.

Zeff, cloaked in the mantle of justice, gritted his teeth, strode forward, stood before Sengoku, grabbed him by the collar, and glared at him with intense anger in his eyes:

"A criminal pirate who murdered an innocent Marine goes unpunished simply because of his identity... Is this still a Marine? Is there any justice left in such a Marine?! Answer me, Sengoku!"

"Zefa!"

Sengoku was also somewhat annoyed. "I know you're angry, and I'm furious too, but the navy's justice is not something you can question!"

"You should know about the relationship between our navy and the World Government. This matter has been settled since the World Government gave the order."

"Is the World Government's order more important to you than anything else, Sengoku?"

Zefa slowly released his grip on Sengoku's collar and slowly backed away.

"Are justice and fairness meaningless in the face of world governments?"

"The World Government is the absolute justice that reigns supreme in the world!"

Sengoku's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared directly at Zefa and said coldly:

"The World Government's orders are absolute! As for those who doubt the World Government, even you, I will not show any mercy."

"hehe."

Zefa gave him a cold laugh.

"You are just as stubborn as you were when you were young. The height of your position as Marshal and your blind loyalty to the World Government have made you completely blind to everything outside."

“Zeffa, you’re wrong. It’s precisely because I’m in this position that I can see more.”

Zhan Guo said in a deep voice.

Zephyr stared coldly at him, and Sengoku did not back down an inch.

The atmosphere is cold.

After listening outside the door for a long time, Lieutenant General Tsuru sighed and stepped into the house.

"Let's leave it at that, Zephyr. We will treat the families of those dead recruits as martyrs."

"family?"

Zefa's anger intensified upon hearing this word.

"Without arresting the criminals who killed them, do you think you can soothe their broken hearts with just those things?!"

His family was killed by pirates.

"Why are there more and more pirates on the seas now? Why is the Revolutionary Army gradually growing stronger? Fleet Admiral Sengoku, have you considered these things?"

Sengoku narrowed his eyes as he stared at Zephyr, his tone filled with anger: "Zeffa, what are you trying to say?"

“Once the anger in people’s hearts is ignited, it cannot be suppressed no matter how hard you try if it is not released.”

Zefa turned and walked towards the door.

"One day, this anger will finally reach the World Government."

"Zeff! Shut up!"

The Warring States period was completely out of control.

Zephyr paused as he stepped out of the house, and with his back to Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru, he took off the Justice Coat draped over his shoulders.

As the coat of justice slowly fell down.

Zefa's cold voice rang in Sengoku's ears.

"The navy today has no justice or fairness whatsoever."

"From today onwards, I resign from all my posts. I am no longer an instructor at the Naval Academy, nor a Navy Admiral."

…………

News of Zephyr's resignation from all positions quickly spread throughout Marineford, sparking heated discussions.

Ron, who had roughly guessed what was going on beforehand, wasn't too surprised when he heard it.

It was pretty much as he had expected.

……

this day.

Vice Admiral Mole of the Marine Headquarters encountered Ron, who was carrying Raichi, on the road after finishing a patrol mission.

"You must be Lieutenant General Mole."

Ron looked at the mole with the mohawk in front of him and said.

“I am Ron.”

“I know you,”

Wearing a dark blue striped suit and a long sword at his waist, the mole nodded at him. "Teacher Zephyr told me that you came to me to hone your swordsmanship, right?"

Ron nodded.

He glanced at Rachel behind Ron, thought for a moment and said, "I have something to do for now. Go to Harbor Four at nine o'clock tonight, I'll be waiting for you there."

……

Nine p.m.

Ron arrived at Harbor No. 4, which was not crowded.

The mole is already here.

After seeing him.

The mole dropped the half-burnt cigarette in his hand, stomped it out, and said to him, "Let me make this clear beforehand, I can only practice with you for a maximum of half an hour."

"it is good."

Ron slowly pulled out the Raiche from his back.

"Come on, let me test your strength."

The mole also drew his long sword, and a powerful sword aura belonging to a swordsman emanated from him.

I felt that oppressive aura.

Ron narrowed his eyes and unleashed his sword intent without reservation.

A look of surprise flashed in the mole's eyes.

Ron seized the moment perfectly, immediately using Shave to get in front of him.

"Breathing of the Moon, Third Form: Aversion to the Moon, Erosion".

A series of crescent-shaped blades slashed at the mole holding the knife in one hand at extremely tricky and bizarre angles.

Ron showed no mercy in his first move.

They treated the mole as an enemy and launched an attack with murderous intent.