News of Admiral Kizaru being humiliated spread quickly throughout the Navy.
In his anger, Kizaru forgot that Hals’s Conqueror’s Haki-like power needed to be kept secret.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku, a master of all three types of Haki, knew the significance of a new Conqueror’s Haki user for the Navy. It meant potentially having another future admiral.
Kizaru’s actions were causing a lot of trouble.
“Polusalino, do you realize what you’ve done?” Sengoku fumed, grabbing Kizaru by the collar, much like he did with Garp in the past.
Kizaru felt doomed. This was the first time Sengoku had reacted like this, spitting in Kizaru’s eyes in his fury.
Embarrassed, Kizaru wondered if he’d be demoted.
Akainu was off chasing some pirate and wasn’t present. Aokiji lay on a nearby chair with an eye patch, fingers tapping his leg, clearly in a bad mood.
Garp sat beside Aokiji, arms crossed, glaring at Kizaru. Zephyr did the same.
Vice Admiral Tsuru hadn’t returned yet.
Kizaru felt immense pressure.
“Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I-I…”
“Do you know what you’ve done? Hals is a prodigy with the potential to become an admiral. Your actions have exposed him, and now he’ll face countless attacks and assassination attempts. Do you understand how many people will try to kill Hals?” Sengoku raged.
Garp also looked distressed.
“Fame brings trouble. With Hals suddenly gaining such notoriety in the Navy, if he isn’t strong enough, he’ll become a target,” Garp thought. Even the World Government wouldn’t want such a prodigy to rise.
They only needed one Rob Lucci in eight hundred years.
The World Government wouldn’t mind eliminating a prodigious Marine.
Moreover, Hals wasn’t just a martial arts genius; he was a powerful Devil Fruit user.
Hals was going to be targeted from all sides.
This made Sengoku extremely angry.
And Hals was Garp’s grandson, whom Zephyr also considered a prized disciple.
Kizaru, usually cunning, was at a loss for words.
“Calm down, Sengoku,” Garp said, though he was also upset. He wanted to believe in Hals, just as he believed in Luffy’s survival in the cruel pirate era.
“That’s Garp’s grandson,” Sengoku reminded.
Garp’s grandson?
Kizaru latched onto this.
Garp often bragged about his grandson, but Kizaru hadn’t paid much attention, continuing to trim his nails.
Garp’s old friends and Aokiji were more interested, given that Garp suddenly started bragging about his grandson, indicating something special.
Zephyr then discovered Hals was a genius and took him as a disciple.
Hals awakening Conqueror’s Haki hadn’t been widely known. With a little secrecy, Hals could have trained for a few years without becoming a target.
But Kizaru, the idiot, had gone and said, “That’s really terrifying.”
People who knew Kizaru understood it was sarcasm, but others didn’t.
Sengoku was furious.
“Where’s your usual shrewdness? Your cunning? Your laziness?” Sengoku wished Kizaru had been as lazy as Garp.
This was all unnecessary trouble.
Sengoku hoped Hals would grow quickly.
Meanwhile, Hals remained oblivious.
He was too busy enjoying the influx of negative emotions to realize the situation.
Happy as a carefree fool.
“Negative Emotions from Kizaru +650000”
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“Negative Emotions from Kizaru +650000”
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“Negative Emotions from Kaido +1200000”
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“Negative Emotions from…”
Mihawk’s frustration stemmed from his strength as a Four Emperors level fighter. Remembering his inexplicable fight with two tough Emperors made him angry again.
Mihawk, who disliked crowds, was constantly being asked for autographs.
Mihawk: “…”
So annoying. He wanted to cut them all down but knew it would harm his reputation.
“Let’s duel, Mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman and novelist!”
Idiots kept challenging him for the title of the world’s greatest swordsman and novelist, despite him not writing those books.
Mihawk got angry whenever someone brought it up.
Seeing a swordsman who was just a weakling with some sword energy, Mihawk drew his small cross-shaped knife and struck.
Down.
Mihawk sheathed his knife and continued walking.
“Pathetic. You’re only worthy of this small blade,” Mihawk fumed.
He decided to visit Shanks for a drink to calm down.
Kaido and Big Mom were even more frustrated than Mihawk.
The novels depicted them in absurd, unflattering ways.
“Damn it, Mihawk! Why write such nonsense? Can’t you just be the world’s greatest swordsman?” Big Mom raged, shoving pastries into her mouth.
“Mama, we didn’t really…” Oven tried to explain.
“Quiet, Oven. Shut up,” Big Mom snapped.
Recently, people kept asking if she had a child with Kaido named Charlotte Kaikai. She did not.
“Mama, we didn’t really…” Oven tried again.
“Ah—” Big Mom screamed, her eyes losing color.
“Mama’s having an eating disorder episode. What’s the theme this time?”
“MIHAWK—”
Huh?
How are we supposed to deal with this theme?
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