Pirates: How Many Divisions Do the Five Elders Have? Vice Admiral Momonga

Slytherin Island, Marine G-2 Branch base.

The sun shone brightly, and seagulls soared overhead.

A small warship flying Nezumi's flag slowly sailed into the naval port.

The Marines at the port looked at it with disgust.

Though Nezumi thought highly of himself, he was actually so despised at the G-2 Branch that even dogs hated him.

"That guy's getting transferred soon, right?"

"That's right. I heard he's being sent to the East Blue..."

"Man, trash like him belongs in Impel Down, but the higher-ups always treat the branches in the four seas like garbage cans..."

"Tell me about it. But what can you do when he's got a well-connected uncle..."

"Shh... You can't go around saying things like that. That man is..."

"Ahem, that's not the whole reason. The branches far from Marineford have always been like that. There are plenty of people even worse than Nezumi. Otherwise, why do you think so many pirates pour into the Grand Line from the four seas every year?"

"Yeah, yeah! I heard the Marines in some places even resell military supplies to pirate crews!"

"What a headache. When will this world finally see true justice?"

"Maybe we'll have to wait until Lord Akainu becomes Fleet Admiral?"

"But I think it'd be better if Lord Kizaru led us. As for Lord Akainu..."

The Marines whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile.

"That guy Nezumi is back?"

"Mm."

"He's really been causing you trouble... It's all my fault for not fulfilling my responsibilities as his uncle back then..."

"Hey, anyone would be traumatized after carrying out a mission like the Ohara Incident, wouldn't they? Luckily, you pulled through, old classmate... But enough about that. What do you think of today's coffee?"

"As awful as ever. Blegh~~"

While the Marines were gossiping, two tall middle-aged men were drinking coffee in the G-2 Base commander's office.

Both men stood around two and a half meters tall. One of them, with his towering mohawk, was taller than the other, who had a bald crown.

They each had a high-quality Marine senior officer's sword of the same design beside them, showing that they were close and both skilled swordsmen.

That was indeed the case.

They were Momonga and Comil, fellow students of the former Admiral Black Arm Zephyr.

Lieutenant Nezumi had not been boasting. He really did have an uncle who was a Vice Admiral.

That uncle was Vice Admiral Momonga, the current commander of the Marine G1 Branch, and the middle-aged man with a mohawk who had complained about the coffee.

The other middle-aged man, the one with the bald crown, was Vice Admiral Comil, commander of the G-2 Branch.

Because of the major event in the New World—Red-Haired Shanks ascending to become the fourth Emperor of the Sea—Momonga had come to visit his old classmate and invite him to Marineford for a meeting convened by Marine Headquarters.

Momonga knew perfectly well what sort of person his nephew was.

But Nezumi was the child his elder brother had left behind. Even though Nezumi's existence had long since sullied the very word justice, Momonga had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask his old classmate to look after him.

Momonga's exceptionally powerful Observation Haki also allowed him to hear the G-2 Branch Marines' gossip.

But just as he had when carrying out absolute justice on Ohara twelve years ago, Momonga closed his eyes and began to hypnotize himself.

"Although he bullies men and women, takes bribes, extorts people, and pushes his colleagues out... I know Nezumi is actually a good Marine..."

With that thought, Momonga sighed and said, "Old classmate, sorry for the trouble, but please summon Nezumi. I still have a few things to tell that good-for-nothing. Hopefully, this experience in the East Blue will help him grow up!"

Soon, a messenger boarded Nezumi's Ship, which had just docked.

Far away at Whiskey Peak, Ma Qiao was enjoying a lunch lovingly prepared by his adorable student when his mind suddenly stirred.

Over the years, the mental power he had accumulated through Ryze's meditation had not only gradually lengthened Ma Qiao's mana bar, but also greatly improved his ability to multitask.

"So there's another connection like that... What a headache..."

Ma Qiao shook his head slightly.

It wasn't that he was worried about Nezumi, or Twitch, being exposed. The kid was extremely cunning, and his acting and everything else were first-rate.

What Ma Qiao was thinking was that since Nezumi really did have a Vice Admiral for an uncle, he would have to put some effort into developing Twitch.

Wouldn't it be safer to pair him with a support?

Otherwise, the subordinate he had gone to such trouble to plant in the system might get run over and killed in the East Blue by some brute like Arlong.

Even though Twitch could be resurrected for a large sum of money if he died, it would be very hard to explain to the Marines.

After thinking it over, Ma Qiao decided it would be better to give him a support.

He was an ADC, after all. How could he do without a support?

There weren't any suitable candidates at the moment, so Garen would have to do as a support...

After all, his Garen had crowd control, a speed boost, and Barrier. He could even spin through some minions or Q a cannon minion when he had nothing else to do. By any measure, he was a quality support.

Back when he had roamed the heights of Silver, Ma Qiao had often played Garen as a support for his teammates, earning widespread praise and positive interactions from ADCs...

Just as Ma Qiao decided that Garen would be the support, Vivi was still struggling with her steak at his side, while Karoo chewed on lettuce.

As a princess, Vivi's cooking skills weren't particularly good, so the steaks she fried sometimes came out exceptionally tough.

Fortunately, Ma Qiao wasn't particularly picky about food. He only cared whether what he ate had zero calories.

Vivi noticed Ma Qiao frowning one moment, looking resolute the next, and then somewhat wistful. She swallowed her beef and nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Ma Qiao's eyebrow shot up...

Bang!

Nezumi, or Twitch, took a punch to the stomach and flew backward.

Vice Admiral Momonga slowly withdrew his bowl-sized fist, his face full of disappointment.

Although he had spoiled his nephew since childhood, that didn't mean Momonga went easy on Nezumi when disciplining him.

In fact, Momonga and Garp had much the same approach to education: what was known as the "rising from the dead" style of parenting.

They were usually nowhere to be seen, and when they did show up, the fists came out.

Teaching methods, listening, communication—none of that existed.

The results proved that this style of parenting was terribly ineffective.

Garp's son had joined the Revolutionary Army, and both his grandsons had become pirates.

By comparison, Nezumi turning into a wicked, spoiled young man was fairly unremarkable.

After all, in the eyes of the World Government, spoiled brats hardly mattered. The Revolutionary Army and great pirates were the real threats.

Looking at his nephew on the ground, Momonga shook his head as he always had and prepared to turn away:

"You're still the same as ever, never improving! With strength like that, how can you bear the name of justice?"

But just as he turned his head, a nearly imperceptible green glow flashed over Twitch's body.

Then Twitch shakily got to his feet.

"Hm?"

Vice Admiral Momonga pulled back the leg he had stepped through the doorway and turned around, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.