One Piece : From Slave to Fleet Admiral

Inside the building, while it was quite modern, it also retained many unique features of the Onepiece world, albeit with a more Japanese-style influence.

Jake took the opportunity while waiting for the elevator to glance around.

As he surveyed his surroundings, three pairs of eyes were also sizing him up, with one gaze lingering on Monet for a while as well.

The next moment, a somewhat rough voice rang out, carrying an indescribable sense of humor.

"Bwahahaha! Borsalino, you really gave that bastard son of Big Mom a good beating this time! Nice work! Let me treat you to some senbei!"

The speaker was an elderly man digging his pinky into his nose.

As he walked towards Kizaru, he pulled a senbei from his pocket with the same hand that had just been picking his nose and shoved it straight towards Borsalino's mouth.

Naturally, Kizaru was extremely reluctant to accept the senbei that was very likely contaminated with boogers.

Though he usually appeared laid-back and unserious—even somewhat comical—that didn't mean he had any peculiar tastes, especially when it came to other people's boogers.

Kizaru raised his hand slightly in a gesture of surrender, then grinned at Garp and said.

"Vice Admiral Garp~ This wasn't my achievement at all~ It was all planned by Lieutenant Jake here~ I just stepped in to help a little at the end~ If you're handing out senbei, he should be the first to get one."

Hearing Kizaru words, Garp didn't retract his outstretched hand.

He merely glanced at Kizaru and said.

"You dumb brat, can't I treat you to senbei while also treating those two kids?! Take it!"

At this, seeing Garp's slightly stern expression, Kizaru reluctantly accepted the senbei.

And as expected, there was a tiny black speck on it.

With Garp standing right there, Kizaru couldn't just throw it away, so he had no choice but to hold it in his hand, then cast a gleeful look at Jake and Monet.

But the next moment, Kizaru realized his little scheme had been seen through by Garp long ago.

After handing the senbei to Kizaru, Garp suddenly tucked it back into his pocket, then pulled out a few Beri bills from another pocket and handed them to Jake and Monet.

The old man laughed heartily.

"Hahaha! So you're the two kids from the newspapers! A Mythical Zoan brat like Sengoku and a Snow-Snow Fruit user like that bastard Kuzan! I won't treat you two to senbei—I heard you just came from Water Seven. The Marine Headquarters is expensive, so I'll reward you with some money. Go eat something good and treat yourselves!"

As he spoke, Garp forcefully shoved the bills into Jake and Monet's hands, leaving them no chance to refuse.

Meanwhile, Kizaru who's still holding the senbei stared dumbfounded at the scene, feeling as if a thousand Yasakani no Magatama were rushing through his mind.

If you were going to give them money, you should've said so earlier!

Jake and Monet looked at the roughly 200,000 Beri in each other's hands, both flashing their most pleasing smiles at Garp.

"Thank you, Vice Admiral Garp!" they chorused.

"Bwahahaha! No problem, no problem! I really wanted to see what kind of guy the so-called 'Future of the Marines' in the newspapers actually is. Turns out you're much more pleasant than that brat Borsalino. I've always said that guy ate the Creepy-Creepy Fruit or something."

Hearing Garp's description of himself, Kizaru's mouth twitched uncontrollably before he sighed helplessly.

"That's too harsh Vice Admiral Garp~ Saying such things can really hurt people's feelings~"

"Hahaha, don't worry about it! Haven't I always said? People should live in the present!"

"But you're insulting me right now..."

At this, Garp suddenly glared at Kizaru and shamelessly declared.

"One second ago is already the past! Those who dwell on the past will never amount to anything!"

Kizaru was left speechless by Garp's shameless logic, struggling to find words until a cough sounded from behind, followed by an aged yet steady voice.

"Stop teasing Borsalino you bastard Garp. It's not his fault he looks like that."

The newcomer's "comfort" didn't make Borsalino feel better.

He sighed even deeper and complained.

"Zephyr-sensei, that doesn't make me feel any better!"

An elderly man with purple hair approached, smiling kindly at Jake and Monet.

"You two must be Jake and Monet. Unless something changes, I'll be your instructor for this period. You can call me Zephyr-sensei. Fair warning—I'm a strict teacher. Sakazuki, Borsalino and that lazy-looking Kuzan behind me have all been thoroughly disciplined by me."

"Ara? Teacher Zephyr, must you include me when talking about disciplining others? At least save some face for me in front of the juniors~"

The man with an eyepatch around his neck rubbed the back of his head sleepily as he complained to Zephyr who simply glared at him and scolded.

"Haven't I told you before, Kuzan! Don't wear your eyepatch in formal settings! Keep it properly stored in your pocket!"

"So strict as always, Zephyr-sensei~"

Despite his words, Kuzan quickly stowed the eyepatch away in his pocket.

Kizaru, eager to steer the conversation away from himself, quickly interjected.

"Alright everyone, let's hurry up. Fleet Admiral Sengoku ordered us to report to him immediately. If we're too late, we'll get scolded~"

Garp picked his nose disdainfully.

"That bastard Sengoku is still as nagging as ever. Perfect timing—I'm out of senbei. Come on, rookies! Follow me and I guarantee Sengoku won't scold you!"

Hearing this, Kuzan slumped his shoulders and muttered dejectedly.

"That's because you always fall asleep and never hear Fleet Admiral Sengoku's scolding..."

"Shut up, you idiot disciple!"

Monet glanced at Jake, her eyes filled with shock, as if wondering why the upper echelons of the Marine were all like this.

Jake shook his head, indicating he didn't know either.

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