Marineford War: I Will Stand in the Sky

Yann grabbed a cup from the room and poured Kuzan a full cup.

“I’d better not. Military discipline clearly states that drinking outside of rest hours is not allowed. It’s not appropriate.” Kuzan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and refused.

What's wrong with that?

With his drunken eyes wide open, Yann urged the man to drink.

"Grandpa Garp sleeps all day, yet he still becomes a Navy hero. So, Brother Kuzan, having a few flaws will only make it easier for the higher-ups to accept."

Kuzan, who also rarely drinks, pondered for a moment, but was moved by Yann's words. He frowned and downed a glass of wine in one gulp.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the scene became much more harmonious and relaxed, and Kuzan casually asked.

"Ya'en, I'll let it go, but what could possibly be the source of your troubles?"

"Ha, my troubles? They naturally stem from the navy, from this sea, and even from this era."

Fortunately, Yann still had some sense and knew to conceal some important keywords, so he spoke vaguely.

"Brother Kuzan, don't you think the Navy isn't pure enough? Don't you think this sea is too chaotic? Don't you think this era is absolutely terrible?"

Upon hearing this, Kuzan looked at Yaen with a hint of surprise.

In Kuzan's memory, Yann had always resisted making meritorious contributions, and he thought that Yann was just a kind-hearted but extremely unambitious second-generation military officer.

“It seems you’re not as simple as you appear, Yane,” Kuzan said.

“Of course, who in their right mind doesn’t secretly have six, seven, eight, or ninety cards up their sleeve?” Yann replied with a matter-of-fact expression.

……

Kuzan.

Upon hearing this, Kuzan inexplicably felt that he wasn't a normal person.

Immediately, Kuzan took another large gulp of his fine wine, then asked, puzzled, "Why are you hiding so many trump cards?"

"Of course, it's for...revolution..."

Yaen tilted his head and then said.

"For the sake of justice, after all, everyone's sense of justice is different. Perhaps due to many limitations and the justice of others, I cannot uphold justice openly, but having hidden cards allows me to accomplish my justice in secret."

This statement plunged Kuzan, who had been feeling lost and doubtful during this period, into deep thought.

is it?

Indeed, because everyone has different thoughts and stances, the concept of justice will naturally differ.

Just like the huge conflict with Sakazuki's ideas, it would be inappropriate for me to clash with Sakazuki every time.

In particular, if a civil war were to break out between the admirals, who are considered the "highest fighting force of the navy," it would likely greatly damage the navy's prestige and cause pirates on the high seas to become even more rampant and riotous.

But if I allow things that my justice cannot tolerate to happen to happen, what is the point of everything I, as a member of the Navy, have upheld?

Yann is absolutely right. Rather than that, it would be better to…

"Hey……"

Just then, Yann shook the empty wine jug and said, "Brother Kuzan, go get some wine."

Kuzan pondered for a moment, his previously tense face seeming to relax considerably, and he readily agreed before walking out the door.

"Oh, and don't forget to get some peanuts, seaweed, and things like that..." Yaen called out from behind Kuzan.

“Understood!” Kuzan replied.

Soon, Kuzan returned, followed by several marines, each carrying a large jar of fine wine and a large variety of side dishes.

"I……"

Seeing this, a drunken Yann tilted his head and mumbled indistinctly, "Did I lead Kuzan astray?"

[Chapter Twenty-One: Lazy Justice]

The next day, Yann woke up with a splitting headache and opened his eyes to find the room in complete disarray.

Then, Yann patted his head, trying to recall what happened yesterday, when he suddenly felt that there was someone beside him...

Yann suddenly turned his head and saw Kuzan's big black face.

"Kuzan??!!"

Immediately afterwards, Yann gently lifted a corner of the blanket covering Kuzan and peeked inside. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and murmured.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, the clothes are intact, it seems nothing unusual has happened."

Just then, Kuzan's voice suddenly rang out, asking, "What do you mean by 'special'?"

……

Ya'en.

"I can't take it anymore, I feel nauseous, I'm seasick..."

Ya'en rubbed his forehead, immediately thinking of escaping on the pretext of illness.

However, after a night of in-depth understanding, Kuzan became much more familiar with Yann and directly exposed Yann's lies.

"Stop pretending. You told me all your little tricks last night."

As Yann was about to get out of bed, his body stiffened instantly, and his eyebrows twitched slightly as he recalled some details from last night.

It seems... I really did say quite a lot...

In an instant, Yann's expression fell.

Drinking can lead to trouble. How could I have been so careless?

Don't drink and drive!

Did I really make such a basic mistake?

Immediately, Yann walked out of the room with a sullen expression.

"Ya'en, what are you doing?" Kuzan asked.

"Don't speak, I want to be alone."

Without turning his head, Yann answered once and left the room.

There's no way around it, there are just too many secrets!

Yann had no idea how much Kuzan knew about him, or how much he had unintentionally revealed last night.

So now, Yan just wants to be quiet, reflect on his actions, and recall all the details of last night before speaking.

However, based on Kuzan's reaction, Yann estimated that the problem was not particularly serious.

Otherwise, when he woke up the next day, he wouldn't be in bed with Kuzan, but rather hanging upside down, bound in seastone chains.

Half a day later, on the deck of the Kuzan flagship.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the numerous naval soldiers, two parasols were unfurled at the forefront of the deck, and two chairs and a small table laden with fruit and snacks were placed beneath them.

Meanwhile, Vice Admiral Kuzan, a highly renowned figure in the Navy known for his "passionate justice," and Yann were lounging lazily on the deck, occasionally eating and chatting idly.

“Lieutenant General Kuzan, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” Yann asked, now wearing sunglasses.

Kuzan, wearing an eye patch, yawned and asked, "Don't you like it?"

"That's not entirely true..."

Yaen denied it, and then said...

"But this kind of naval life is really too corrupt, sigh... I feel uneasy! Hey, what kind of fruit is this? It's quite plump and juicy."

“Who knows? But I don’t seem to sense any unease in your conscience,” Kuzan replied casually.

Upon hearing this, Yann could no longer suppress his smile and replied.

"Hahaha, who said that? My conscience is bothering me now. After all, this trip was something the old man went to great lengths to arrange to earn merit, and here I am doing this... Sigh... Delicious..."

After a pause, Yann continued, "The thought that the old man should be working hard at his desk in Marineford right now makes my conscience ache."

Kuzan couldn't help but glance at Y'en, whose "tears" were constantly flowing from his mouth, and said, "Well, you've really had a hard time, Y'en."

“It’s not hard work, it’s not hard work. It’s just serving the navy and the sea.” After a pause, Yann said.

"But what I'm more concerned about is whether the old man and those high-ranking naval officers can accept your changes in Kuzan in a short time."

"Oh, really?"

Kuzan gave a nonchalant reply, then lazily added...

"However, it is perfectly normal for justice to change depending on circumstances and stance. From now on, I intend to uphold justice called 'laziness' as the Navy."

Y'en's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Kuzan and said, "Seems like a decent righteous man, Lieutenant General Kuzan."

Kuzan smiled slightly, then changed his tone and said...

“Speaking of which, Yann, you kept calling me ‘Brother Kuzan’ all night, shouting, ‘After this cup, there are three more!’ Why are you being so polite now?”

When the embarrassing incident of his drunken outburst was mentioned, Yan's expression instantly froze.

By the standards of his previous life, Yann's alcohol tolerance was definitely at the level of "I won't drink unless Snowflakes fall, I won't fall unless Tsingtao drinks go down". But when it comes to the fine wines of this world, it's a completely different story.

In particular, since Yann's physique was already quite weak, compared to a monster like Kuzan, he was extremely prone to getting carried away.

"Let's not talk about last night anymore. I promise I'll never drink again," Yann said through gritted teeth.

After this incident, Yann is now very clear about his status in the world of alcohol. Let alone a monster like Kuzan, he probably can't even outdrink a woman.

This time was lucky. After some reflection, Yan realized that what he said while drunk was still barely within the acceptable range.

But what if you're unlucky?

What if I say something I shouldn't have?

Or what if the person waking up in bed with you the next day isn't a straight guy like Kuzan? Instead…?

Danger!

In short, just stay away from danger!

"Really? That's a real shame. We had planned to get drunk again in Marineford last night and let loose," Kuzan joked.

"Brother Kuzan, please stop teasing me," Yaen quickly said.