“Ah~ Hahaha~ The Admirals have arrived!”
“Come, come, don’t just stand there—have a seat already!”
Sengoku glanced at the darkening expressions of the Celestial Dragon and Saint Warcury seated beside him.
All he could do was sigh and quickly try to defuse the tension.
These two were basically like living landmines.
And it was up to him to liven things up?
Being Fleet Admiral really was a miserable job.
Sometimes, he truly wanted to just resign.
Hearing this, both Akainu and Kizaru didn’t look too thrilled—but they still took seats next to Aokiji.
“Two Admirals end up like this just from catching some rookie brat?”
Saint Warcury was the first to voice his displeasure.
He was genuinely starting to think the Marines were unreliable.
Couldn’t even handle something this simple?
Sengoku could only force a smile and try to cover.
“Ah, they just… accidentally tripped and fell on their way back. No way they got like this from fighting, right?”
As soon as he said that, the room nearly erupted.
The Admirals… tripped?
What kind of fall could leave an Admiral in such a state?
Just how hard is the ground here, anyway?
Even Saint Warcury’s lips twitched.
Nice one, Sengoku.
You really know how to talk.
“You two Admirals! Where’s the pirate who killed our people?! Hand him over immediately! I need to take him back to be tortured!” the Celestial Dragon demanded, his face twisted with irritation.
These two idiots didn’t even bring the pirate with them.
How infuriating!
“Indeed, where is that pirate? I’d also like to see if that brat really has three heads and six arms to manage this against two Admirals.” Saint Warcury followed up.
At this, Sengoku turned his gaze toward the two Admirals.
“Well? Where is that Vir now? If necessary, just bring him here.”
As soon as Sengoku finished speaking, the two Admirals exchanged a glance.
Just as Akainu was about to speak—
Kizaru cut in first.
“We… didn’t catch him. He got away.”
Akainu shot Kizaru a surprised look.
He hadn’t expected him to be the one to say it.
Whoever spoke these words was bound to get chewed out by those two until their head spun.
And just as Akainu predicted—
The moment these words were uttered, everyone in the room froze.
From Sengoku to the Rear Admirals—every single person in the room stared at Kizaru in shock.
He escaped?
They really didn’t catch him?
No way!
Last time, even Akainu alone nearly took the guy out.
But this time?
Two Admirals!
One of them was Kizaru—famed for his speed!
And yet, they still couldn’t stop Vir from escaping?!
He was growing too fast!
The shock in the room was palpable.
In just a month or two—
Two Admirals couldn’t take him down anymore!
He had already become a force to be reckoned with.
This was going to be a real problem.
And worse—there was no spare manpower to deal with him now.
A major battle was just around the corner.
After this war, the Marines would need time to recover.
No way they’d have the energy to chase Vir around.
Why now, of all times… does a monster like this have to show up?
Those who could see the big picture were already realizing how dangerous this was.
Vir was becoming a serious problem.
Just as Sengoku was trying to figure out how to deal with him—
*SLAM!*
“You pieces of shit! You grow up eating shit or something!? Got shit for brains!? TWO Admirals couldn’t catch ONE punk?! You should all just kill yourselves!”
Celestial Dragon slammed the table and roared in fury.
“You’re both useless pieces of garbage! Even the guard dog at my gate is more useful than you dumbasses! Trash! Garbage! FUCK!”
“What kind of garbage is this Marine force?! You idiots are just freeloaders! Especially you, you useless old fart with your stupid hat!”
“Who the hell do you think you’re pretending to be?! Fleet Admiral?! More like a damn crab!”
“You sponge! You starfish! You octopus! A bunch of worthless trash!”
This…
This was truly a verbal onslaught.
It instantly snapped Sengoku back to reality.
Ah, right.
These two big shots were still here…
There was nothing he could say in return.
He had to just sit there and take it.
Because yeah… they really had screwed up.
He had no choice but to endure it.
He could only hope the guy would tire himself out and leave soon.
Saint Warcury nodded along at the barrage.
Mhm.
Well said.
It was like listening to heavenly music—cleansing to the ears.
Beautiful.
Simply beautiful.
The perfect spokesperson.
Two Admirals failing to capture one man?
Who wouldn’t be furious?
And Celestial Dragon wasn’t done yet.
He was absolutely fuming.
After all, Celestial Dragons were all family.
Saint Shalria? That was his great-aunt’s younger aunt’s elder aunt’s second uncle’s third grandfather’s stepdaughter!
Her father was even his own half-brother from the same mother!
And her older brother?
Honestly, might even be his own bloodline.
How could he not be furious?!
“This place is a shitpile! A collection of trash! I can’t believe I even got up early for this shit!”
“Refund! You Marine bastards! Taking so much of our money and failing at even this?!”
“Screw your mothers! REFUND!”
At the mention of a refund, Sengoku’s heart sank.
This was bad. They were in the middle of a war, and the World Government still hadn’t approved a significant portion of their funding.
If the Celestial Dragons interfered now, it’d spell disaster.
“We will continue pursuing Vir relentlessly. The moment we capture him, we’ll hand him over immediately.” Sengoku quickly assured.
“As long as he’s alive, our hunt will never end! The moment we catch him, he’s yours.”
As soon as Sengoku finished—
“It’s already over! IT’S OVER! Screw your promises! REFUND!!”
The room was in chaos.
No one even knew where to begin.
Luckily, Saint Warcury finally stopped chuckling in the corner.
He knew the Marines were indispensable.
A little reprimand was fine.
But not now.
There was a war coming.
Push too hard—and things break.
“Alright, enough. You didn’t come back completely empty-handed, did you? Hand over the other pirates you captured. We’ll take them to our ship.” Saint Warcury sighed.
The moment he spoke, Marines immediately rushed out to carry out the order.
“And you, quit your whining. You can have those pirates as slaves. Some of them are big-name captains too.”
Celestial Dragon’s eyes lit up immediately.
He got up to leave, but not before tossing out more insults:
“The Navy is garbage!”
“I just speak the truth!”
“You’re worse than that goat over there!”
And with that, he stormed off—eager to meet his new toys.
Saint Warcury glanced at the speechless Marines and didn’t bother saying more.
“You’d better watch yourselves.”
And then he too turned and left.
Leaving only the Marine higher-ups behind.
Akainu looked over at Kizaru, who was now wiping spit off his face, with a look that basically said “Told you so.”
The man might’ve been talking to the room, but he was clearly the target of that whole rant.
And somehow, despite the bubble helmet… the spit got through.
Kizaru calmly wiped his face.
Then casually patted Akainu on the shoulder.
The meaning was clear—
We’re in this together, bro.