From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

Where are we going?

Come to think of it, wasn’t our warship destroyed?

"That's right..." Admiral Sengoku smiled, paused for a moment, then looked at Diarmait and said, "Welcome to the headquarters of justice, the Marine Headquarters. Marineford, Diarmait."

Diarmait???

What is the base camp of justice?

Aren’t we in the North Sea?

“By the way, how long have I been unconscious?” Diarmuid asked quickly.

"Calculating the time, it's about one and a half months." General Zefa said with a smile.

“So long???” Diarmait asked in surprise.

He thought he would only be unconscious for three or two days or something.

"Don't underestimate your injuries. If the ship's doctor hadn't been lucky enough to avoid any accidents, you would have died on Mignon Island. It's true that your physical fitness is not up to par, but it doesn't matter. Now we are in Marineford. After you recover from your injuries, I will train you well. Hahahaha." Admiral Zephyr laughed.

After a brief pause, General Zefa reached out and touched Diarmait's heart. He said in a very serious tone, "I have always been very good at judging people. Diarmait, I believe that you have the potential to become a powerful person."

Seeing Diarmait's bewildered expression, the Warring States General smiled and said, "I think so too. You have the heart of a hero."

Chapter 10 My fellow patient Kuzan!

Marineford is undoubtedly a magnificent island.

Especially the Fortress of Justice that has stood for who knows how many years. It is so imposing and gives people a feeling of being towering and indestructible.

It's as if this place will never be invaded by evil.

At the same time, Marineford is also the most powerful island in the entire ocean.

Because most of the navy’s advanced combat forces are gathered here.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but just looking at this island seems like I can hear a sentence.

That is……

"It has always been our navy that bullies others, no one dares to bully our navy!"

That’s right, it’s so arrogant and domineering!

However, all this had nothing to do with Diarmait for the time being. As soon as he got off the boat, he was sent directly to the sanatorium in Marineford.

Perhaps it was because of the special care from General Sengoku and General Zefa.

Diarmait was placed in a high-end nursing home.

This sanatorium was built specifically for senior naval officers, and ordinary naval soldiers are not qualified to live here.

You must have the rank of general. In other words, you must be a brigadier general at the very least to be able to recuperate here.

Diarmuid was arranged to stay in a double room on the second floor of the sanatorium. His seat was right next to the window. Looking out the window, he could see a lawn, which was the backyard of the sanatorium.

There were many naval generals walking around inside. Some had plaster on their arms, some were using crutches, and some were just sitting in wheelchairs.

These are all people with the rank of general in the navy.

From this we can also see that although the navy appears to be glorious on the surface and acts like the overlord of the sea.

But behind this scenery are countless people who have poured their lives and blood into it.

Being a sailor may never be a good career.

It seemed that the little brat Rosinante was really attached to Diarmait. Even when Diarmait slapped him hard on the island of Mignon, he didn't seem to care at all.

He completely regarded Diarmait as his savior.

According to Admiral Zefa, when he was unconscious on the ship, Rosinante stayed by his side every day so that he could know his condition at the first time.

Now, Rosinante still visits his savior every day, sitting quietly beside the bed, pouring Diarmait a glass of water from time to time, peeling some fruit or something.

To be honest, if it was a little girl who did this kind of thing, Diarmait would definitely be happy to accept it.

It’s a pity that Rossinanti is just a little boy, and what’s worse is that this guy knows how to cheat people!

However, due to Rocinante's status as a "second-generation official", Diarmuid really couldn't do anything to him.

But then again, with Rossinanti as his errand boy, it is indeed much more convenient for him to be hospitalized here.

"Uh...is it noon already?" A lazy voice came from another hospital bed.

The patient who had been sleeping finally woke up.

"Oh, Diarmait, I really envy you for having such a good child taking care of you. If you don't want to eat it, would you mind giving me the peeled apple? I just got up and I'm a little hungry..." the patient asked very rudely.

Diarmait looked at the guy helplessly, raised his hand and threw the apple from the fruit bowl on the table to him.

"Hey, woosh..." The guy grabbed the apple and started eating it with a smile.

Three days ago, Diarmait, who had been living here alone, welcomed his fellow patient... Rear Admiral Kuzan of the Navy Headquarters.

That's right, the person lying on the other bed was none other than the young man who would one day become an admiral of the navy, Kuzan.

To be honest, Diarmait had thought of many ways to meet big men like Kuzan, but he never expected to meet them for the first time in this ward.

Kuzan has always been a lazy and unassuming person, so even though he didn't recognize Diarmait before, he has become somewhat acquainted with Diarmait over the past three days, and the two can chat well.

"Don't you feel bored just eating and sleeping every day?" Diarmait asked.

Kuzan chewed his apple and mumbled, "What do you want me to do? Go play football?"

At this point, Kuzan lifted his leg slightly. Yes, his right leg was in a cast.

It seems that he had suffered serious injuries before.

"Your leg is really in trouble. Is it because your sitting posture is not correct?" Diarmait said with a smile.

"I never cross my legs, so how could my sitting posture be incorrect?" Kuzan rolled his eyes.

“Perhaps that’s why…” Diarmait complained.

Before Kuzan could respond, Diarmuid couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "Come to think of it, Rear Admiral Kuzan, you're also known as the monster of our navy, right? How did you break your leg?"

Diarmait had not asked this question in the past three days.

The main reason was that he was not very familiar with Kuzan at that time, so it was not easy to speak rashly. Now, Diarmuid felt that he and Kuzan had been together day and night for three days, and they were acquaintances. They had a good relationship and he could ask some questions.

Upon hearing this, Kuzan looked very miserable. He swallowed the apple in his mouth and shook his head. "Diarmait, it is very important to have a good boss. Especially, this boss must be reliable. So if you have the chance in the future, don't learn from me. I was... deceived by the word hero."

Diarmait???

As if he had noticed Diarmait's confusion, Kuzan whispered, "What I mean is, if you have a choice in the future, don't follow my example and choose Mr. Garp as the boss!"

“Hahahahahaha…” Diarmait suddenly burst into laughter.

It turns out that Kuzan's leg was damaged by Garp?

"What happened? Can you tell me?" Diarmait asked, suppressing a laugh.

Kuzan looked as if he had experienced many hardships in life. He sighed and said, "There's nothing I can't tell you now. Not long ago, we received news that the Roger Pirates had reappeared in the first half of the Grand Line. Mr. Garp and Roger seemed to have a great obsession, so after hearing the news, Mr. Garp was eager to go after them. As Mr. Garp's assistant, I naturally had to act with him. And what happened... We fought a fierce battle with the Roger Pirates at sea. Mr. Garp was completely fine, but I was miserable. My leg was broken in the chaos."

Listening to Kuzan's story, Diarmuid looked at him with sympathy. As expected, one must choose a reliable boss, otherwise the risk factor will increase greatly.

As we all know, Vice Admiral Garp is notoriously unreliable in the navy!

Among the current new generation of navy officers, there are three very outstanding individuals who are called the navy's 'monster rookies'.

Although they are newcomers, in fact, they have all joined the navy for several years and hold the rank of general.

Kuzan is the lowest rank among the three.

The other two were naturally Akainu Sakazuki and Kizaru Borsalino, who would later become the three admirals.

Based on what he had learned during this period, Diarmuid also gained some information.

For example, Borsalino is the assistant officer of General Sengoku and now holds the rank of lieutenant general, and Sakaski, it may sound unbelievable, but he is actually the assistant officer of General Zefa.

However, General Zefa has nominally retired from the front line and only retained the rank of general, so Sakaski is relatively special. He has basically started to become his own boss.

Of course, he also has the rank of lieutenant general.

"Well, that's it anyway. As for you, I heard that you fought with that golden lion? You are very brave, Diarmait." Kuzan said with a smile.

Diarmait looked at Rocinante helplessly, knocking on his head and saying, "If it weren't for this brat, I wouldn't have to take such a risk, let alone lie here."

Listening to Diarmait's words, Rosinante lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Hahaha, but you are very brave. Teacher Zefa seems to be very optimistic about you. It won't be long before you become my junior." Kuzan laughed.

The officer training camp organized by Zefa has already provided a lot of talents to the navy.

But among them, there are only a few who can be recognized by Kuzan and called "junior students".

Diarmuid didn't hide anything. He looked around and asked mysteriously, "Major General Kuzan, do you think I have a bright future?"

"Hmm?" Kuzan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What future?"

“Of course it’s the prospect of becoming a great man.” Diarmait laughed.

"Hahahahahaha, that depends on your ability." Kuzan also laughed.

Some thoughts cannot be concealed, especially when facing so many naval leaders.

Therefore, Diarmait did not intend to hide anything. He leaned against the headboard and said with a slightly sighed tone, "Before, General Zephyr asked me what justice was in my heart. I couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was because I was confused. Anyway, until now, I still don't know what kind of justice I have in my heart. It's even hard to say whether there is justice at all. However, after coming to Marineford, I am sure of one thing at least..."

Kuzan picked up a glass of water from the table, blew on it slightly, and it became ice-cold.

He took a sip, glanced at Diarmait, and asked, "What did you confirm?"

"I want to stand higher! I want stronger strength, higher status, greater power..." Diarmait said softly.

After a brief pause, he turned to look at Kuzan and said, "Major General Kuzan, is my idea unjust? Is it too utilitarian?"

Kuzan was silent for a moment, then drank the ice water in his hand. He shook his head and said, "Who can truly define justice? As for your thoughts... they do seem a bit utilitarian, but there's nothing wrong with that."

Although he felt that Diarmait's ideas were incompatible with his own in many ways, Kuzan did not think that Diarmait had done anything wrong.

Want to have stronger strength, higher status, and more power.

Pretty normal, isn't it?

"General Sengoku once said that a navy that doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good navy..." Kuzan made his final comment.

Chapter 11: As a sailor, you shouldn't be too kind.