Marineford War: I Will Stand in the Sky

"Eh? Lieutenant General Tsuru, what brings you here?"

It was only then, as if belatedly, that Ya'en noticed Lieutenant General Tsuru's arrival. He hurriedly and laboriously got up, using the IV drip stick as a crutch, and shakily approached Lieutenant General Tsuru.

Upon seeing this, Gion instinctively stepped forward to support Aon before Lieutenant General Tsuru could speak.

This scene also caused Lieutenant General Tsuru to subtly raise his eyebrows.

Feeling guilty, Aeon was afraid that Gion, who was standing close by, would notice something, so she spoke up righteously.

“It’s alright, Gion. I’m much better than I was on Swallow Island. As a man, I don’t need any extra support.”

Gion gazed at Aon's somewhat hunched yet inexplicably tall back, nodded deeply, and said.

"I understand!"

Then, with great difficulty, Yan invited Vice Admiral Tsuru and Gion to sit down on the sofa in the reception area, and even insisted on making tea for them despite his "serious injury".

After these actions, Lieutenant General Tsuru was extremely satisfied and thought to himself.

"It seems that compared to the boy who was stubborn and defiant against Sengoku six years ago, and who even damaged Gion's clothes, Aon has not only grown in ability and belief, but has also become much more polite."

Immediately, Lieutenant General Tsuru took the tea brewed by Arn with both hands, took a sip, and then spoke.

“Yarn, this time I made a special detour to Naval Base 521 because I received orders from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to bring you back to Marineford.”

"boom!"

Upon hearing this news, Yann was so shocked that he dropped the teacup he was holding.

[141. Chapter 141: A wise son is better than a father]

As for Lieutenant General Tsuru's intentions, Arn had actually anticipated them long ago.

But it was precisely because of this that Yann deliberately put on a show of being devoted to his duties, handling military affairs even while seriously ill.

“General Tsuru…General Tsuru, I also wish to return to Marineford to see Marshal Sengoku, but…”

A troubled look appeared on Yann's face as he spoke.

"However, the joint operation to suppress the pirates in the North Sea has been spread out too far, and it is now in the crucial final stage. If the joint operation can be concluded perfectly, it will definitely deter the pirates in the North Sea and bring a period of peace to the North Sea."

These words, spoken by Yann while he was covered in bandages and receiving an IV drip to handle official business, were particularly persuasive.

Even Lieutenant General Tsuru did not doubt Arn's intentions at this moment.

"So, I probably won't be able to leave Beihai for the time being. Please give my regards to Marshal Zhan Guo."

As he said this, Yann wiped away the moisture from the corner of his eyes.

"As a naval officer, I hope that Fleet Admiral Sengoku will not blame me for not being able to fulfill my filial duty and serve him at his knees."

This passage, presented with reason, evidence, and empathy, vividly establishes the image of a naval officer who prioritizes the greater good over personal interests.

Gion, standing to the side, looked at Aon with sparkling eyes, filled with longing.

Logically speaking, under such an impeccable excuse, Lieutenant General Tsuru would have no choice but to postpone his plan to take Arn back to Marineford.

However, at that moment, Vice Admiral Tsuru pulled out a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) from his pocket that was still in the communication state and spoke.

“Ya'en, you should tell Sengoku about this filial piety yourself.”

Fake!

Yann stared dumbfounded at the Den Den Mushi, a whole bunch of grass mud horses galloping through his mind.

Any other navy officer might have believed what he said, but the old man Sengoku would never have believed it.

After all, no one knows a son better than his father...

"You brat, it's rare to see someone so filial. Now get back here and let me see just how much you've grown." The imposing voice of the Sengoku Marshal came through the Den Den Mushi.

Immediately, Yan knew that the excuse of "filial piety" would not work, so he could only try to reason with them.

"Old man, the joint punitive expedition to the North Sea is the most important achievement of my term. Can't you wait a little longer? I want to retire with honor."

"I fear that by the time my term ends, I will not be able to witness your glorious retirement," the Warring States Marshal said without hesitation.

……

Ya'en.

You old codger, you really understand me too well.

In reality, Yann was trying his best to stall, knowing that if he could just get through this period, he might be able to stay in Beihai for a few more years.

The voice on the Den Den Mushi suddenly sounded a little more downcast as it continued.

"Besides, your excuse for staying in Beihai no longer exists, so get back here right now."

At this moment, Yann's expression also showed a hint of helplessness, realizing that Marshal Sengoku was referring to Corazon.

Clearly, Corazon's betrayal of the Navy and his formation of a new Don Quixote family to sail the Grand Line was a significant blow to Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

Perhaps that's why Marshal Sengoku was so eager to recall Arn to Marineford.

Yaen sighed softly, making a final struggle, and said.

"But I still need to oversee the joint punitive operation in the end. Give me three months, no, one month."

"You don't need to worry about that. The Naval Headquarters Staff has already prepared the closing procedures for the joint punitive operation for you in advance, so you, the patient, don't need to bother with it."

Having said that, Marshal Sengoku gave Aon no chance to refuse and spoke directly to Lieutenant General Tsuru.

"Xiao He, don't worry about what excuse that brat Yann used, you have to bring him back to me. If the soft approach doesn't work, then we'll have to use the hard one."

"Yes, Marshal of the Warring States."

Lieutenant General Tsuru then hung up the Den Den Mushi and looked at Aon with an inquiring gaze, asking kindly, "Captain Aon, so do you want a softer approach or a harsher one?"

Ya'en gave an awkward smile and said, "Lieutenant General Tsuru, look at my condition, even if I wanted to, I couldn't get an erection, could I?"

"In that case, you should get ready. We're about to set sail."

After saying this, Lieutenant General Tsuru left the office with his hands behind his back, but Gion thoughtfully stayed behind and said something.

"Ya'en, you have difficulty moving around. Is there anything you need to pack? Let me help you."

……

Ya'en.

Immediately, the corner of Yann's mouth twitched slightly.

You should know that Yann usually lives in the castle, so where would Yann have any luggage at the 521 Naval Base?

However, it is highly suspicious that Yann, who has been the commander of the 521 Naval Base for more than six years, does not have any personal belongings. This news may even make Vice Admiral Tsuru suspicious of Xiao Jin's existence.

"Well... thank you so much," Yann said, his lips twitching slightly.

However, Gion, the rabbit, spoke with unparalleled enthusiasm. "Don't mention it. Where's your dorm? Take me there."

Before Aon could even come up with an excuse, Gion grabbed him and pulled him up, heading towards the office door.

Outside the office door, Gion asked, "Which way?"

Unsure how to answer, Ya'en racked his brains trying to remember where the dormitory he had met once six years ago was, and unconsciously blurted out a reply.

"Yes, which way should we go?"

Just as Gion looked at Aon with a hint of doubt in her eyes, Aon noticed a man who appeared to be a communications marine walking towards the office.

Our savior has arrived!

Arn's face immediately turned pale, and he seemed to lose his balance, swaying and falling towards Gion.

"Ah... I feel a little dizzy..."

Gion instinctively hugged Gion, asking anxiously, "Aen, are you...are you alright?"

"No...it's nothing."

Yann replied, his face pale. "I'm sorry, my health has always been poor since I was a child. As a result, even this small injury has taken so long to fully recover. I feel dizzy even when I walk."

"Don't push yourself too hard, let me help you," Gion suggested.

"Then I can only ask you for help," Yann replied with a helpless tone.

Immediately, Yann handed the IV drip stand to the Marine and said, "Could you please carry this and lead the way to my dorm?"

The marine paused for a moment, then quickly saluted, took the pole, and led the way.

[Chapter 142. Embarking on the Road Back to Marineford]

Soon, led by the Marines, Yann was successfully helped to the dormitory entrance.

The Marine seemed to understand something at that moment, and put the pole back into Aon's hand, watching with envy as Aon and Gion walked into the dormitory.

"Commander Yann is really strong. Even with bandages and an IV drip, he doesn't lose any of his charm."

The middle-aged marine muttered to himself, clearly understanding the situation before him.

This middle-aged marine was once extremely skilled at using the tactic of arousing the other party's pity to succeed.

Men understand men best.

Therefore, the middle-aged marine quickly understood Aon's intention. After watching Aon and Gion enter, he didn't forget to close the door for them and stand guard outside to ensure that no one would disturb Aon and Gion.

To the middle-aged marine's surprise, the door opened again from the inside not long afterward.

Then a strange and charming female officer walked out, her eyes wet with tears, and gently wiped them away as she spoke.

"Ya'en, I never thought you were this kind of man."

“No, no, Gion,” Yan explained.

"Stop talking, Yann. I must report this to the Navy Headquarters. I must make sure all the Navy personnel know about this," Gion said through gritted teeth.

"No, please don't do this to Gion!" Yan exclaimed in alarm.

"No, Yann, even if you stop me, it's useless. My sense of justice won't allow me to hide this..."

Immediately, Gion said to the middle-aged naval officer beside her, "Go and help your superior officer; he's having trouble standing up."

After the middle-aged marine, who was completely stunned, nodded blankly, Gion hurriedly left with her long, beautiful legs.

For a long time, the middle-aged marine remained deep in thought, struggling to process the massive amount of information.

However, overall, it seems that Commander Yann has gone too far, and he is likely to be in deep trouble.