You test your subordinates with this?

"Idiot son, don't panic over these trivial matters in the future. You're the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

Whitebeard took the newspaper from Marco, who was holding it high, and casually punched him on the head. Then, he slowly looked at the newspaper, which contained a report about Mo Xingchen, and burst into laughter.

"Kure-hahahahaha! A strong person draws their sword against an even stronger one! The Marines have produced a remarkable kid!"

"Old man, what do we do now?"

At this moment, the other division commanders had also finished reading the news. Hearing their father praise a Marine so highly, they began to ask questions.

"Kure-hahahahaha, of course, we're having a feast! There's nothing to worry about, my idiot sons. I am Whitebeard!"

"Hoo!"

Whitebeard looked at his rowdy idiot sons below and thought to himself. Ever since Mo Xingchen's actions on Sabaody Archipelago were exposed, the great pirates of the sea had noticed this new Marine. Some were wary, some were indifferent, but Whitebeard was thinking about when his own idiot sons would be able to stand on their own. Perhaps he should try to take this new Marine as a son. Kure-hahahahaha!

On the beach of an unknown island in the East Blue, a red-haired young man wearing a straw hat and a cool young man with a long sword on his back were sitting by a bonfire, roasting food.

"Mihawk, I can't spar with you anymore. I need to set sail to find my crew and form my pirate crew!"

Mihawk, the future Shichibukai and World's Greatest Swordsman, glanced at the photo of Mo Xingchen on the newspaper Shanks had just put down and said coldly, "Feeling the pressure?"

"You've met this person before, right? The day my captain was executed in Loguetown, he was the one who asked about the One Piece. I thought he would be an ambitious man, but I didn't expect him to become a Marine."

"You'll be arrested if you meet him."

Shanks's face instantly turned red upon hearing this. He retorted unceremoniously, "That's hilarious. It's not like he's the only one who uses a sword! So! Our future World's Greatest Swordsman, can you beat him?"

"I'm not a pirate, and I won't be arrested anyway. Who knows what the future holds."

"I %*#$&..."

Windmill Village, small tavern

"Grandpa, Grandpa! Brother Mo has become a Marine Captain!"

Little Makino excitedly burst through the tavern door, waving the newspaper, eager to share the joyous news with her grandfather.

"Run slower, don't bump into the customers!"

The old man lectured her verbally, then took the newspaper Makino handed over. Looking at Mo Xingchen's spirited appearance in the newspaper, wearing the Marines' Justice Coat, he laughed heartily.

"Hahahahaha, this brat is quite capable!"

"I say, Makino, what are you and your grandpa so happy about? Tell us too!"

"Yeah, tell everyone!"

The customers in the tavern, raising their wine bottles and glasses, started to egg them on.

"My Brother Mo defeated many great pirates! Now he's a Marine Captain! Isn't he amazing! Here, look at the newspaper!"

Makino gestured excitedly as she explained to everyone, as if she herself had become a Marine and captured pirates. A child's happiness is that simple.

"Whoa! Isn't that our Mo? I've had drinks with him before!"

"Old man, you're the only one who's so capable. When Mo was working at the tavern, he had such a good personality. It's like everyone hasn't had a drink with him."

"Exactly, who hasn't had a drink with Mo? What's there to brag about? He even ate at my house!"

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"...He taught me the Demon Subduing Invincible Vajra Fist!"

"...He hunted wild boars with me."

"...He fought pirates with me!"

The old shopkeeper stood behind the bar with a smile, wiping wine glasses and watching the customers boast, their stories becoming more and more outrageous. Makino also joined in, unwilling to be outdone.

Meanwhile, our news focus, Mo Xingchen, was living a wonderfully comfortable life. After the Elite Training Camp personnel left, he spent his days practicing Tai Chi with retired Marines on the training ground! When he had free time, he would spar with Admiral Zephyr and Garp.

And now! He had slipped into Borsalino's office, and the two idlers were comparing their laziness.

"Little Mo, I'm finding myself liking you more and more!"

Borsalino sat in his chair, his long legs propped on the desk, trimming his neat fingernails with a nail clipper, and said with a sly grin, "Sir, I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

Mo Xingchen drank his tea, looking disgusted.

"Seriously, ever since you came to headquarters, Fleet Admiral Kong hasn't scolded me for being lazy these past few days. Whenever he's about to scold me, I just mention your name, and he shuts up and tells me to get lost. So, I've decided you're my brother!"

"So that's why the old man Kong has been staring at me and scolding me these days! I don't even dare to go to his office for good tea anymore! It turns out the reason is you!"

Mo Xingchen suddenly realized, slapping the table and pointing accusingly.

"Tell me, how are you going to compensate me! To comfort my wounded soul!"

"Kuwaaaiii! I heard a massage parlor recently opened in town. Should we go after work?"

"Eww~~ So that's what you're into! Shame on you! You're testing your subordinates with this? I, Mo Xingchen, am sworn enemies with gambling and drugs!" Mo Xingchen was first indignant, then his expression gradually turned like Borsalino's, "Or how about we ditch work and go right now?"

Then, the two embarked on a trip with no prior planning! Mo Xingchen stared at a row of women in front of him, all more imposing and robust than Admiral Zephyr, and fell into deep thought. Damn it! This is it!

Borsalino, witnessing Mo Xingchen's dramatic change in expression, couldn't help but explain:

"It's really quite good. My dear subordinates recommended it to me, saying this place gives excellent massages!"

"This superior officer can take it! Give me the one with the most strength!"

With the mindset of "since we're already here," Mo Xingchen also hated his own "instantly understood" dirty thoughts. He blamed himself for thinking too much; this world isn't that subtle, a massage is just a massage!

"Oh~~"

"Ouch~~~~"

"Hiss~~ Ah!!!!"

"Whoo~~~ That's the spot! Borsalino, you're right, this is actually pretty great!"

"Kuwaaaiii! I thought I was going to die just now!"

After the massage, the two strange uncles lay in the parlor's hot springs, drinking wine and eating pastries. It was incredibly relaxing!

(Apologies! I've been really busy these past two days. First, my father had his birthday, and then I was in excruciating pain from kidney stones, getting IV drips at the hospital.)