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

"This muscle is too tense; you're not using it correctly."

His hand moved up Gion's arm, gently pinching her forearm muscles, and then slid down to her shoulder.

"Keep your shoulders down, don't shrug."

Gion was completely unaware of what she was doing at this point.

She felt like a steam girl, with smoke rising from her head. She couldn't hear any kendo theory anymore; her mind was filled with the feel of Kane's hand and his dizzying masculine scent.

"Major...Major General..." Her voice trembled, carrying a hint of coquettish charm.

"concentrate."

Kane patted her side lightly, his tone stern.

"A swordsman must never be distracted."

"Yes!!"

Gion was startled and quickly straightened her back, but a strange sweetness welled up in her heart.

He's being way too responsible towards me! Is this what a hero teaches?

"And your stance! Your lower body is unstable, and your center of gravity is too high! This is fatal in a real fight!"

As Kane spoke, his knee "inadvertently" nudged Gion's knee, helping her adjust her center of gravity.

[Ding! Disciplinary points +80!]

"Breathe! Your breathing is all messed up! Follow my rhythm!"

[Ding! Disciplinary points +60!]

Kane was overjoyed.

To become stronger, to protect the peace of this sea, what does it matter if I sacrifice my reputation and lay hands on my female subordinates?!

This is all for the sake of justice!

But outside the window.

Raindrops pattered against the glass, blurring the view outside the window.

In the square of Marineford, a pink figure is struggling through the mud.

Jiaji was soaked to the bone, and the lace dress clung tightly to his body, outlining his unattractive features and fat.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, but he persevered.

For justice!

To prove it to Gion!

As he ran his eighth lap and passed the headquarters building, he instinctively looked up.

That window.

That warm light.

That was Major General Kane's office.

Jiaji wiped the rain off his face and squinted.

Through the shadow cast by the curtains, he could clearly see two overlapping figures.

The tall figure was pressed tightly against the slender figure's back; their actions appeared so intimate, so...

Click.

It seemed that something had shattered completely in Kaji's heart.

"No...no no no!"

Jiaji shook his head frantically in the rain, tears mingling with the rainwater and flowing into his mouth, tasting incredibly bitter.

'Gion...'

'You must...you must be asking me for swordsmanship advice...right?'

“Gion is not that kind of superficial woman! Major General Kane is the embodiment of justice!”

"I must be overthinking it! Waaaaaah!!"

Jiaji let out a desperate cry in his heart, but he could no longer take a step.

He knelt down in the mud with a thud, and let out a mournful roar into the dark, rainy night, a roar that was both shrill and barely loud.

"This damn justice!!!"

Chapter 59 This sword is only for my bedmate! I'll snatch a peach rabbit as my wife!

For the next three days, a strange tale circulated at Marineford, the headquarters of the Navy.

It is said that every night, some embarrassing noises would always come from the office of the newly promoted Major General Kane.

First came the heavy thud, followed by the girl's exhausted gasps, and finally, a stern growl from the man.

"Lower your waist a little more!"

"Push harder! How can such a weak force satisfy me?"

"Is this your limit, Gion!"

When the marines on night patrol passed by that lit window, they would give each other a knowing smile, then quicken their pace and walk away unnoticed.

"That's sword training! That's hellish special training, do you understand?!"

In the first canteen, Jia Ji, sporting two heavy dark circles under his eyes, slammed his fist on the table and roared at a group of whispering colleagues.

For the past few nights, he's been squatting downstairs like a pervert, eavesdropping. He firmly believes that Gion is sweating it out to become stronger! That's the necessary training on the path to becoming a strong person!

As for the person involved, Gion was indeed experiencing both pain and joy.

The spacious office was filled with a faint smell of sweat and hormones.

Gion collapsed onto the leather sofa, her training clothes soaked with sweat, tightly outlining her breathtakingly beautiful curves.

Her chest heaved violently, her eyes were unfocused, and she didn't want to move a single finger.

Beside her feet was a naval standard-issue sword, its blade already chipped and even broken in half.

"I can't... Major General Kane... I really... can't take it anymore..."

These past few days of "personalized instruction" have greatly improved her understanding of kendo, but the physical exertion has also been extremely strenuous.

"You're already saying it's not okay?"

Kane sat comfortably behind his mahogany desk, leisurely sipping a cup of black tea, his gaze sweeping over the undulating curves of Gion.

Wow, that's top-notch.

The hands-on instruction over the past few days has truly given me an exceptional feel for the craft.

He put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Gion's tattered sword, his brow furrowing slightly.

It wasn't just because the knife was broken; it was because he realized that if this guy couldn't continue his intense "special training" because he didn't have a good knife, wouldn't he miss out on a lot of fun every night?

More importantly, Kane glanced at his waist.

That jet-black "Tensha Zangetsu" still hangs bare to this day, without a scabbard.

Although the system space is very convenient, as a great swordsman, he can't always draw his sword like he's pulling it out of his crotch, which would be utterly undignified.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the logistics department."

Kane put down his teacup, a calculating glint in his eyes.

……

Naval Headquarters, Logistics and Equipment Department.

This is the most lucrative place in the entire Marineford region. The huge steel warehouse complex is like a maze, and the air is filled with a mixture of gun oil, rust-preventive paint, and old wooden crates.

The manager of Elite Warehouse No. 3 is a captain named Charlie, a lean and shrewd old man.

He had his uniform unbuttoned, a cheap cigar dangling from his lips, and was reading the newspaper with his legs crossed. Only when he saw the glaring gold star on Kane's shoulder did he stand up and give a somewhat awkward salute.

"Major General Kane, what brings you to this wretched place of mine?"

"Get a sheath for my knife."

Kane spoke succinctly, but his gaze, like radar, swept over the mountain of wooden crates deep inside the warehouse.

“Sheaths? Simple!” Old Charlie grinned, pointing to a row of standard-issue sheaths on the counter. “Standard issue for generals, white lacquered with gold trim, and the word ‘Justice’ printed on them. They’ll make you look really prestigious!”

Kane glanced at it, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

It's incredibly vulgar.

If Tensa Zangetsu had a sword spirit, it would probably commit suicide on the spot if it were stuck into something like this.

"It's too ugly."

Kane bluntly commented, "My knife has a bad temper and doesn't like this kind of fancy stuff. I'll choose for myself."

"Choose it yourself?" Old Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Major General Kane, everything in the warehouse is registered. Even if it's just a scabbard, you still have to go through the proper procedures to take it..."

"Oh?" Kane chuckled, stepping forward with an imposing presence. "You mean, as a major general, I need a junior officer like you to approve every step of the way just to choose a suitable scabbard for my sword?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!" Old Charlie was sweating, but he still smiled ingratiatingly. "Rules are rules..."

Kane didn't say anything more, but walked straight into the area with the most severe dust accumulation and rummaged through the piles of junk.

The items here are incredibly diverse, ranging from gold scimitars inlaid with fake gems to daggers with cursed patterns, and even rusty iron bars.

"Tsk, this generation of pirates has really bad taste."

Just as Kane was about to lose his patience, his gaze was suddenly drawn to something under a rotten wooden frame in the corner.

It was a black object sticking out.

Kane reached out and pulled it out, gently blowing away the thick layer of dust on it.

His initial impatience vanished instantly, replaced by a satisfied smile.

It was a scabbard made entirely of an unknown type of black driftwood, and it felt cold and heavy to the touch.