Recently, Crocodile hadn’t been having a great time.
People looked at him with strange eyes, calling him “Little Sandy” or “Little Croco,” nicknames given by Ivankov in that damned novel.
Crocodile hated the Revolutionary Army, Mihawk, and Ivankov.
What a mess.
Crocodile had read Hals’s novel and saw Ivankov constantly changing his gender. They did unspeakable things, not only with Ivankov but also with his subordinate, Inazuma, and with Bartholomew Kuma and Doflamingo.
Damn Mihawk, damn Ivankov, damn Kuma, damn Doflamingo.
Mihawk was innocent again.
Hals’s pen name was Not Mihawk, making everyone think Mihawk wrote it.
What? It wasn’t Mihawk?
Look at the pen name—it’s clearly saying Mihawk wrote it but doesn’t want to admit it, mocking those in the novel.
Mihawk was very wronged. He was a strong swordsman who liked fighting strong swordsmen. But now, people challenging him were mostly ability users.
Ability users focused on their abilities, not swordsmanship.
Big Mom was fine since she at least had Napoleon.
Look at Kaido, wielding a club. Crocodile had a hook, and Doflamingo relied entirely on his Devil Fruit.
But now Ivankov and Inazuma were captured and imprisoned in Impel Down, unaware of what was happening.
If they knew. . .
Ivankov had a good temperament and was a bit of a comedian, but even he would be infuriated.
But it didn’t matter, Hals would find a way to become a guard at Impel Down, and then. . . . .
He could infuriate him to death.
Of course, that’s for later.
Crocodile had killed many who mocked him, but it didn’t help much.
Crocodile remembered that damn Flamingo laughing at him, saying he had such a heavy taste, doing unspeakable things with three men, and asking if he wanted to join in.
Crocodile was infuriated, cursing Doflamingo, but Doflamingo kept provoking him and harassing him in various ways.
One day, Doflamingo stopped bothering Crocodile.
Crocodile thought the idiot Flamingo had finally come to his senses, but then he saw a third book.
Crocodile read it.
He was so angry he nearly fainted.
Another Doflamingo appeared.
Crocodile: “………”
He just wanted to fight Mihawk but didn’t know where Mihawk was.
As for Mihawk, he was just leaving Red-Haired Shanks.
He had spent enough time with Shanks and was ready to leave, feeling adjusted.
Mihawk thought so.
A small boat left an island, looking like a coffin with eerie candles, very frightening.
On the boat sat a cold-faced man with a black sword on his back—Mihawk.
The boat floated eerily on the sea, needing no apparent propulsion.
After a while, a pirate ship passed nearby.
“Look, that seems like Mihawk.”
“The famous writer.”
The world never lacked people courting death,
Hals thought so. Mihawk used to think so too, but he usually faced challengers. He often spared them.
But not these people.
Mihawk drew his black sword and swung it a few times.
The pirate ship split in half. The separated halves continued splitting into smaller pieces, falling into the sea.
Unknown pirate crew, dead.
“Negative emotions from Mihawk +1,300,000”
. . . . . .
Hals finally returned to the Marine base. Zephyr was teaching, so he didn’t greet Hals. Garp was at the port, looking excited, when he saw Hals.
“Hals, did you pass the exam?”
Hals had just landed when Garp asked.
“If the animals weren’t so weak to provide combat experience, I’d have cleared the island.”
“Hahaha, that’s my grandson.”
Garp laughed heartily again.
People nearby saw Hals and realized he was the Navy hero’s grandson, lamenting their luck. Why couldn’t they be Garp’s grandchildren? They’d get better training and pass smoothly.
If Hals knew their thoughts, he’d just smile slightly.
Did they want to be thrown into the jungle at night before turning five, tossed off cliffs, tied to balloons, and sent skyward?
But Hals’s training had nothing to do with Garp. It was scarier than Garp’s.
Hals’s training was something Luffy couldn’t survive, whereas Garp’s training. . .
Look, Luffy’s a happy-go-lucky fool, doing just fine.
Though he now looked more like a cute crybaby.
But his essence was still a happy-go-lucky fool.
Garp led Hals to a small courtyard. Sengoku was there, tea prepared, probably by someone else. Aokiji sat nearby, still wearing his eyepatch, though not using it, looking sleepy.
Zephyr and Ain arrived a bit later.
No one else was there.
Hals couldn’t understand why it was so formal.
What day was it?
Hals didn’t know.
Why were they all in his courtyard?
Hals looked confused at Garp, who smiled to himself, thinking who knows what.
He glanced at Aokiji, who looked very sleepy, so Hals decided not to bother him.
He wanted to ask Sengoku but was about to do so when the door opened again.
Zephyr and Ain walked in.
Seems Zephyr’s class ended.
Zephyr held a large box, its contents unknown.
Hals was still confused.
Then everyone pulled out a small party popper from their pockets and aimed at Hals.
“Happy Birthday, Hals.”
Hals finally understood. It was his first birthday in this world. He was very happy, then saw a cream cake enlarging before his eyes.
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