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

Kane answered with an upright and resolute expression.

"Please rest assured, General! No matter where I am or who I face, my sense of justice will never waver!"

"Good! Well said!"

Garp was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears, and he patted Kane's leg hard.

"As expected of the person I've chosen! Sengoku, when we get back this time, I'll treat this kid to three days and three nights of senbei!"

A vein throbbed on Zhan Guo's forehead.

"roll!"

Chapter 50 "Son of the Storm" and the Monsters of the Sea

The warships of the Warring States general are cutting through the waves, heading towards the center of justice.

At the same time, countless newsbirds flapped their wings, scattering the latest newspapers across every shipping route at sea.

Countless eyes widened in shock the moment the newspaper was unfolded!

The front-page headline, in bold, bright red, practically pierced the paper:

BIG NEWS! The Battle of Admiral Admiral Ends! The Flying Admiral is Severely Wounded and Arrested!!

A new naval supernova has emerged! The monster who controls natural disasters—"Son of the Storm" Kane!

The accompanying image is a striking snapshot.

In the pitch-black, apocalyptic storm, a young man in a tattered naval uniform floated in the air, controlling the storm with one hand and giant waves with the other.

Beneath his feet lay countless warship wrecks and a burning ocean.

In the bottom right corner, there was a thoughtful close-up of Shiki the Golden Lion with a ship's wheel stuck in his head, his face covered in blood and filled with despair.

Morgans himself penned the script for "Big News," portraying Kane as a shrewd, courageous, and perfect hero who was willing to risk his life to uphold justice.

He charged into the battlefield single-handedly and toyed with the legendary pirate, Golden Lion.

Even Roger's hasty escape was attributed to the immense pressure exerted by the "Son of the Storm".

……

A new world, a certain sea area.

The atmosphere aboard the massive whale ship "Moby Dick" was as exuberant and enthusiastic as ever.

"Dad! Look at today's news!"

A young blond boy with a pineapple-shaped haircut ran hurriedly across the deck, waving a newspaper in his hand.

"Gulp gulp gulp... Is there any news more interesting than Lao Tzu's wine?"

On the massive throne, Edward Newgate's voice made the deck hum.

He was at his peak, his physique as solid as a mountain, holding a wine bowl the size of a bathtub in his hand, his long, golden hair flowing over his shoulders, vibrant and dazzling.

"It's about Golden Lion! He's been captured by the Navy!" Marco handed over the newspaper.

"Oh?"

The white-bearded man put down his wine bowl and took the thin piece of paper.

When he saw the disheveled photo of the Golden Lion, he was stunned for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter.

"Gurararararar! That idiot Shiki! I told you long ago, you can't conquer this sea with those pieces of junk! To be made a mess of by a mere navy brat, what a disgrace!"

He smiled, but his gaze fell on the close-up of "Son of the Storm" next to him.

"Kane...?"

Whitebeard murmured the name, his gaze lingering briefly on the words "awakening Conqueror's Haki" and "controlling a super storm" described in the newspaper.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor, a bold smile curving his lips.

"That Garp guy... he actually had such an amazing kid hidden away!"

"Gurara, this era is getting more and more interesting!"

……

The New World, an island filled with sweet, cloying aromas.

"Wow! This is truly incredible news!"

Charlotte Linlin was not as bloated as she would be twenty years later. Although she was still large, she still possessed a wild and voluptuous beauty.

She sat on a throne made of cookies and candies, holding the newspaper between two fingers as if it were a napkin.

Her eyes were fixed on Kane's handsome face in the photo, even though it was covered in blood.

"That look...that destructive power...and that Conqueror's Haki!"

Lingling stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick.

"Oh my god! What wonderful bloodline! If only it could be combined with my family..."

She suddenly stood up excitedly, her enormous body causing the entire palace to tremble.

"Perospero! Go! Find out everything about this 'Son of the Storm'!"

"I want him! I want him to be my husband! To bear me the strongest offspring! Oh my gosh!"

……

On a nameless deserted island, the Beasts Pirates are resting.

At this time, Kaido of the Beasts had not yet grown his signature long beard, but he looked much younger and more manic than he would later appear.

He was carrying a huge gourd of wine in his hand.

"Waaaaah... That idiot Shiki... he just went in like that..."

Kaido drank while crying, tears and snot streaming down his face—a typical drunken tantrum.

"He said he was going to rule the world... and then he got taken down by some little navy brat... How embarrassing! *burp*"

He slammed the newspaper to the ground, and the spiked club in his hand, "Eight Precepts," crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater on the island.

"The Storm Fruit? That sounds amazing..."

Kaido's crying suddenly stopped.

He picked up the newspaper, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and stared at Kane's photo, his gaze gradually shifting from sadness to a kind of destructive savagery.

"If you can defeat Shiki... does that mean you can also kill me?"

"Giggle giggle!"

Kaido suddenly roared to the sky, his drunkenness instantly transforming into fighting spirit.

"Great! Excellent! You Navy brat! Once I've established myself in Wano Country, I'll come find you and give you a good fight!"

"I hope you... can kill me! Hehehehehe!!!"

……

The whole world is in shock.

Whether it was the branches of the Four Seas or the pirates of the New World, everyone remembered the name "Kane".

Overnight, he went from an unknown recruit to a naval supernova capable of shaking the very fabric of the ocean.

Meanwhile, Kane, at the center of the storm, was lying in a special care ward on the Sengoku warship, enjoying the privileges that belong to a "hero".

"Mr. Kane! Here's your chilled orange juice, I added honey on it!"

"Lord Kane! Could you please sign my autograph? Just on my clothes! My sister is a huge fan of yours!"

"Brother Kane! Does your wound still hurt? If you don't mind, I can stay on duty tonight. I'm very good at massage..."

Looking at the group of nurses and young marines with stars in their eyes, Kane wore his usual, signature "yasashi" smile, perfectly replicating the heroic image from the newspaper.

"You're all too kind. I was just doing my duty for the sake of justice."

"Signature is no problem, as long as you don't mind my ugly handwriting."

"No need to bother with the shifts, everyone is tired, go and rest, I can manage on my own."

He responded to everyone in a gentle and kind voice. His humble, polite, and considerate manner instantly moved his group of fans to tears.

Until the last nurse, blushing, reluctantly closed the cabin door.

Click.

The door lock is engaged.

The "holy light" on Kane's face vanished instantly.

He casually picked up the newspaper, looked at the front page photo that made him look so virtuous and righteous, and curled his lip.

"Tsk, Morgans, that dead bird, couldn't he have come up with a more cultured title? 'Son of the Storm'? It sounds like a fan seller."

Although he complained, he was secretly overjoyed.

Once the newspaper was published and his name became widely known, he became synonymous with "hero" in the navy.

This change in status means that he can access higher levels, go to more lucrative departments, and even openly... embezzle some money.

After all, who would suspect that an upright and incorruptible "naval hero" would embezzle hundreds of millions of Berries for personal gain? Everyone would just think that the officer must have had his own ulterior motives!

However, empty fame is secondary.

Kane's smile faded, and his eyes became clear.

He subconsciously touched his chest, which was still throbbing slightly.

Although he won, he knew best in his heart that it was the limit of his limits.

Especially when he tried to manipulate the superstorm to confront "God's Avoidance".

My body was instantly drained, and every cell was wailing with the powerlessness of exhaustion, which was worse than death.

If he had even 10% more energy at the time, he wouldn't have been unconscious for two days like a dead fish.

"As expected, whether in the past or present life, 'Super Boy' has no future."