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

"And... I've already decided to go."

“I didn’t originally intend to take you guys with me, but… the thought of the four of us having been together since training camp, and now I’m going to the New World alone, what if I die at the hands of some great pirate someday, and there’s no one to collect my body…”

"This……"

Kuzan was the first to break down; he has the softest heart.

He scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Well, since you've put it that way, I'm not the kind of person who would be disloyal. Um... I'll go with you."

"There's really nothing I can do about it~"

Borsalino shrugged and put away his nail clippers.

"Since Kane has said so, it would be a real problem for us if you died out there alone. After all, no one will send me such good tea anymore."

Sakazuki did not speak.

He simply picked up the box of cigars silently and nodded vigorously.

At that moment, the room was filled with a touching atmosphere of "brotherly affection".

"Good! I knew you guys were loyal! You're my good brothers!"

Kane turned around abruptly, the dejection on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by the ecstatic joy of his wicked scheme succeeding.

"Since everyone agrees, then it's settled!"

Snapped!

He suddenly pulled a document from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table.

That was the official transfer order, already stamped with the Marshal of the Air Force's big red seal!

"No need to thank me! To prevent you from having any regrets, I already applied for the transfer orders for you this morning!"

Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan were still moved.

Looking at the document with the name already filled in, his expression froze instantly.

and many more……

Isn't there something wrong with this plot?

You've already done it before we even agreed?

In other words... we have to go, regardless of whether we agreed or not?!

"Look carefully, I am the commander of G-5 base."

Kane picked up the transfer order, pointed to the job appointment, and laughed unrestrainedly.

"And the three of you are my direct subordinate majors."

Kane straightened his tie, raised his head, and swept his gaze over the three future top combatants of the Navy, his voice filled with extreme pleasure:

"So, from now on, in public..."

"Remember to call me sir, my majors."

Looking at the three faces that seemed to have swallowed flies and were in a state of discomfort, yet unable to refute them.

Kane was in an extremely good mood.

Chapter 67 tells the new world what the hell justice is!

As night falls, the hustle and bustle of Marineford gradually subsides.

In Kane's private office, only a warm yellow desk lamp was on.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his naval uniform, leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, and swirled a glass of top-quality red wine from the North Sea in his hand, the scarlet liquid forming an ambiguous arc on the glass.

He is waiting.

Boom, boom, boom.

A soft, almost timid knock sounded on the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a tall, graceful figure slipped inside, then locked the door behind her.

Gion's usually striking and spirited face was filled with anxiety and unease, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Brother Kane..."

Her voice trembled slightly, "Outside...outside people are saying that you offended the Five Elders and are going to be exiled to G-5? Is that true?"

In the past two days, rumors about "the fall of a naval supernova" and "Rear Admiral Kane leaving Beijing in tears" have already spread throughout headquarters.

All of this was undoubtedly fueled by Kane's own efforts.

The script of a tragic hero always yields unexpected results.

Gion was clearly deeply affected by this. In her heart, Kane was an invincible hero and the future light of the navy, and should not have been exiled to such a chaotic frontier.

Kane put down his glass, waved to her, and wore that gentle smile that could melt away any unease.

"Silly girl, come here."

Gion obediently walked up to him, like a kitten waiting for its owner to comfort it.

“Don’t listen to the nonsense those people outside are spouting.” Kane pulled her hand and made her sit on his lap. “For me, it’s just about seeking justice in a different place.”

He didn't explain further, then changed the subject, his gaze falling on the [Konpira] at Gion's waist.

"Let me see if you've been slacking off on your 'homework' these past few days."

The familiar lines caused a blush to instantly rise on Gion's cheeks.

She obediently closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly.

[Ding! Detected that the host has abused their position to engage in workplace sexual harassment, verbal manipulation, and physical contact with a female subordinate!]

[Judgment: Although this was a consensual interaction, it severely damaged the serious superior-subordinate relationship within the Navy!]

[Disciplinary violation points +20... +15... +30...]

'Mute notification sounds.'

Kane silently recited the words to himself, then lowered his head and kissed those trembling lips.

After a one-hour "late-night lesson," Kane's disciplinary points increased by more than three thousand.

The gentleness on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression tinged with heaviness and reluctance.

I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Gion from her sweet reverie.

Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.

"Then...then I'll go with you!"

Gion gripped Kane's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"I am your adjutant! This knife was a gift from you! As long as the knife is with me, I will be wherever you are!"

"But it's dangerous there, full of vicious pirates, and even my colleagues are scum."

"With Brother Kane here, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Seeing the girl's expression of being ready to die, as if she wanted to elope with him, Kane was overjoyed.

If I leave you here, won't my score-farming machine have to stop production? Besides, how can I give up halfway through the joy of nurturing a future general?

"Silly girl."

Kane, "moved," pulled her into his arms.

"Since you insist... then pack your bags. Get a good rest tonight, you'll be at sea for a long time tomorrow."

Holding the soft, fragrant future Momousagi in his arms, Kane sighed with emotion.

This is life.

……

The next day, early morning.

Marineford Pier 1.

The sea breeze is blowing, and seagulls are circling overhead.

A brand-new, special warship, three times larger than a typical vice admiral's flagship, is quietly moored in the harbor.

Its prow resembles a giant seagull spreading its wings and bathing in a storm, while its hull lines are cold and hard, exuding a sense of oppression.

This is the flagship "Storm" specially granted to Kane by the Air Marshal.

At this moment, although the dock was crowded with people, it was eerily quiet.

The sailors who came to see them off automatically formed a semicircle around the dock, and no one dared to approach that small core area.

The three people standing at the bottom of the gangway had such a terrifying aura.

"How terrifying~ Is this Kane's warship?"

Borsalino, dressed in his signature yellow and white striped suit and wearing a Justice Coat, stood with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the warship.

Although he said it was scary, his expression behind his sunglasses was relaxed, and he even kicked the pebbles on the ground with his toes.

Beside him, Kuzan leaned against the massive mooring post, looking rather bored.

He casually tossed a few ice balls formed from moisture in the air into his hand, each time he caught one, it produced a sickeningly loud freezing sound.

"Ugh... This is so slow!" Kuzan yawned widely, his eyes full of resentment. "If we don't set off soon, my newly acquired limited-edition bicycle will be rusting by the time we get it..."

The one who was most intimidating to approach was the man in the dark red suit.

Sakassky.

He pulled his hat brim low, crossed his arms, and looked like a volcano about to erupt.

"Too slow." Sakazuki glanced at his watch, his voice laced with suppressed anger. "That bastard, making us all wait for him? Is this how he acts?"

"Don't rush, Sakazuki," Borsalino said slowly. "Kane is the main character, and the main character always makes his appearance last."