Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

"vomit--!!!"

It smelled like rotten herring stuffed into an expired sock and fermented for three years.

Kane's face turned green, but he suppressed the urge to vomit and stuffed the rest of the fruit into his mouth in two or three bites, not even leaving the peel behind.

"Gudu."

As soon as the fruit entered my stomach, the disgusting taste vanished instantly.

Instead, there is an indescribable sense of lightness and etherealness.

Kane felt his body disappear.

He was no longer a physical entity composed of bones and flesh, but had transformed into a free wind.

At this moment, he could clearly perceive every gust of air currents surging on the sea outside the cabin, hear the swirling air currents disturbed by the flapping of seagulls' wings, and even feel the joyful jumping of electrical charges in the cumulonimbus clouds hundreds of meters above the ground.

A thought crossed my mind.

Kane, who was sitting on the toilet, instantly disintegrated, turning into countless streams of blue energy that rapidly traversed the cramped bathroom before finally reforming in front of the sink.

He raised his hand without deliberately exerting force, yet a tiny wisp of cyan whirlwind naturally wrapped around his fingertips, spinning rapidly and emitting a soft "sizzling" sound.

He casually waved his hand at the air in front of him.

puff.

Without a sound, the sturdy pure copper faucet was sliced ​​smoothly in two as if cut by an invisible blade, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Is this... the feeling of a nature-based user?"

Kane stared at his elementalized hand, his eyes glazed over. He could feel that, if he wanted, he could easily create a giant wave and send the warship beneath him soaring into the sky.

Moreover, he felt no weakness in the face of seawater; on the contrary, he felt more comfortable with the sea's moisture.

Just as Kane was immersed in the ecstasy of gaining divine power...

"Bru bru bru—bru bru bru—"

The tranquility was suddenly shattered by a rapid and piercing ringtone from the Den Den Mushi on the table.

This is a dedicated encrypted line directly connecting to Naval Headquarters.

Kane calmed himself down, a kind smile playing on his lips, and answered the phone.

"Moshi Moshi? This is the North Sea Special Operations Team of the Navy. This is Commander Kane. The signal might be weak right now; there's a storm at sea..."

"Kane!!!!"

"You bunch of bastards! What exactly did you do in Beihai?!"

The Den Den Mushi mimicked the expression of the person on the other end of the line, its originally lazy eyes suddenly widening into huge ones, its facial muscles contorting, and even the head of the Den Den Mushi was simulated with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and an afro.

"Do you know where Judge complained to?! The Five Elders just personally called and berated Marshal Kong for half an hour!!!"

"Wasn't it supposed to be suppression? Why did you even pry up the floor tiles of their vault?! Huh?! Have you all gone mad with poverty?!"

Faced with the Warring States' relentless barrage of attacks, Kane remained calm, moved the microphone a little further away, and innocently picked at his ear.

"General of the Warring States Period, this is slander! Utter slander!"

"Judge was moved by the righteous light of our navy and donated the supplies voluntarily! It was his repentance for his past crimes! How could we, as righteous navy, do such a thing?"

"Bullshit!!!" Sengoku roared until his voice was hoarse. "Judge sent photos! The entire vault is cleaner than a dog licked! What's with the hole in the wall? He also said you extorted ten billion Berries from him!"

"One billion?"

Kane's voice instantly rose eight octaves, filled with incredulous rage:

"He's lying! It's clearly 15 billion!... No, I mean, there's no such thing at all!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

This was followed by gasps of surprise, and then Garp's signature "Puhahahaha" laughter.

"15 billion...?" Sengoku's tone suddenly became somewhat uncertain. "Is it really... that much?"

15 billion Pelés!

Keep in mind that the Navy Headquarters' total annual military budget is only so much!

This kid went out and earned back a year's worth of military funds from headquarters?!

"Reporting to the Warring States General!"

Kane immediately stood at attention, his tone serious:

"Although the process was somewhat tortuous, we did manage to recover 15 billion Berries from the evil Germa!"

"It's currently being transported back to headquarters at full speed! Borsalino has lost weight from exhaustion trying to protect this huge sum of money! Sakazuki has even stopped smoking his favorite cigars, guarding it day and night!"

"We haven't touched a single penny of this money; we plan to hand it all over to headquarters for building a stronger navy!"

There was another ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Sengoku's roar rang out again, but this time, his tone was noticeably less angry and more like a helpless sigh of "It has to be you again, kid."

"Alright! Stop playing the victim! Get back to headquarters right now!"

"And another thing! If Judge dares to cause trouble again, tell him that if he does, I'll send Garp to the North Sea for a 'vacation'!"

"Immediately! Right now! Bring the money... and justice back to Marineford for me!"

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Snapped!

The phone hangs up.

Kane hung up the phone, looked out at the vast sea, and his smile deepened.

Go back and get scolded?

It doesn't matter.

This trip to the North Sea yielded profits, a share of the spoils, the recruitment of three future generals, and even the acquisition of a divine fruit.

This is like Qin Shi Huang touching an electric shock door—he's won by a landslide.

Chapter 30: The truth comes out, I am actually the God of Storms!

Inside the captain's cabin, Kane casually tossed the microphone back onto its pedestal, his submissive expression vanishing instantly.

"The general from the Warring States period still has such a strong voice."

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the damp, cold air unique to North Sea rushed in.

Salty, fishy, ​​cold, and... the taste of freedom.

"Since headquarters is pressing us so urgently... let's speed things up a bit."

Kane walked to the railing and snapped his fingers.

"The wind rises."

boom!

The calm sea surface suddenly shattered.

A violent gust of air formed at the stern, as if an invisible giant hand had given the warship a hard push.

The immense inertia caused the entire steel behemoth to emit a sickening metallic groan.

Inside the cabin.

Kuzan, who was catching up on sleep, flew out of the hammock and hit his head, smashing a large hole in the solid wood wall panel.

"It hurts..."

Kuzan crawled out of the wood shavings, his messy curly hair rubbing against his face. His eye mask was askew on his chin, and his face was full of morning grumpiness.

"Did we collide with a colossal sea king? Or did Germa catch up?"

He yawned and pushed open the door, just in time to see a marine staggering past, his face pale and his cheeks puffed out, clearly trying to suppress seasickness.

"Warrant Lieutenant Kuzan! Help!" the marine shouted incoherently. "The ship...the ship is flying!"

"Fly?"

Kuzan frowned, and before he could ask any further questions, he swayed again and had to hold onto the wall to steady himself.

This is abnormal acceleration.

He slunk onto the deck and bumped into Borsalino, who was wearing sunglasses and had a stern expression.

"Wow, that's really exaggerated!"

Borsalino stared at the sails overhead, which were already blown like taut drumheads, his tone less lewd and more inquisitive.

"This wind direction and force... completely violates common meteorological knowledge."

In a shadowy corner, a tiny spark went out.

Sakassky strode out, his dark red shirt fluttering in the strong wind.

He didn't speak, his sharp, knife-like eyes fixed on the figure at the bow of the ship.

Kane stood atop the dragon head at the very front of the warship.

The gale avoided him, but formed two white vortexes like wings behind him.

The three exchanged a glance and walked over in tacit agreement.

"Kane," Sakazuki said in a deep voice, "this abnormal speed, is it your doing?"

"Have we been discovered?"

Kane slowly turned around.

With his back to the raging sea, he wore his usual smile that was both refreshing and infuriating.

He didn't answer directly, but slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up.

“I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was estrangement…” Kane sighed, his eyes becoming deep and melancholy. “I’m not pretending anymore, I’m coming clean.”

Om-!