Sword Name Chun Jun

"Mo Xingchen! When this meeting is over, you will write me a 10,000-character self-criticism!"

Sengoku watched Mo Xingchen leisurely walk around him to sit next to Little Tsuru, his anger rising to the heavens. He yelled, "Yes~ Admiral Sengoku."

Mo Xingchen lazily replied, as if he hadn't been the one who made the move just now.

Those with sharp eyes saw that Sakazuki had a bead of blood on his brow that he had evaporated with his Devil Fruit ability, but the cuts on his suit sleeves from the sword could not be evaporated. Thus, Sengoku appeased him:

"Sakazuki, why did you have to fixate on Mo Xingchen? His strength and merits are already enough for him to be promoted to Vice Admiral, but he just doesn't want to, as you well know. Alright, you sit down too, the meeting continues!"

Sakazuki sat down blankly, staring at the wound on his arm. Ever since his last fight with Mo Xingchen, he had spent the past year and more diligently training his physical combat skills, no longer arrogantly relying on his Devil Fruit. He hadn't expected to be so easily suppressed again this time. It seemed he still wasn't trying hard enough!

As the meeting progressed to its conclusion, Admiral Sengoku decided on the Vice Admiral list for the Buster Call: Vice Admiral Sakazuki, Vice Admiral Kuzan, Vice Admiral Gumile, Vice Admiral Saul, and Vice Admiral Garp (to be executed by Colonel Mo Xingchen).

After the meeting ended, the Vice Admirals began to leave one after another. Mo Xingchen also wanted to slip away, but was grabbed by Vice Admiral Tsuru beside him. Borsalino saw this and winked at Mo Xingchen before leaving. Kuzan also said to Mo Xingchen, "Let's grab a drink later."

Mo Xingchen watched everyone leave, with only Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru remaining. He asked, puzzled, "Sister Tsuru, why are you holding onto me? I have to go prepare to set sail for the Buster Call."

"Little Mo, do you know where that old scoundrel Garp went?"

"Why is everyone asking me? Fleet Admiral Kong asked me just now too, but I really don't know. Uncle Garp never told me. I only found out he snuck out after I returned today."

Mo Xingchen spread his hands, shaking his head helplessly. Tsuru and Sengoku exchanged a glance, and Sengoku sighed, saying, "If you remember where he might have gone later, remember to notify us. The main thing is that this scoundrel doesn't make us worry at all. Little Tsuru and I are afraid he'll do something foolish."

"Hmph~ Uncle Garp is very cunning. What big trouble could he get into? Maybe he's hiding somewhere breaking his record for eating donuts non-stop!"

Hearing this, Vice Admiral Tsuru chuckled and poked Mo Xingchen's forehead with a finger.

"You~ Alright, let's not talk about him. You've spent a year and a half at sea, forging the sword you desired. It looks like you've made considerable progress."

"Clang!"

Mo Xingchen drew his sword and flicked it with his finger. "Ding~~" the sword sang continuously. A brilliance bloomed, like a lotus emerging from water, graceful and clear. The carvings on the hilt flashed with deep light, like celestial bodies in motion. The sword body and sunlight merged as one, like clear water flowing over a pond, calm and gentle. The blade was like a thousand-foot-high cliff, noble and majestic... It seemed to be happy with its master's interaction.

"The sword is named Chun Jun, its total length is 4 feet 1 inch, its width is 2 inches, and its net weight is 216 jin." (This uses the measurement standards of the Spring and Autumn period.)

Vice Admiral Tsuru originally wanted to take it, but upon hearing how heavy the sword was, she gave up. She only examined it carefully before saying, "It is indeed a treasured sword. It was worth all the materials you spent forging it. It looks like it's at least no inferior to Kinpira of Dih Yuan, and can be considered a weapon of the Great Grade Swords (21) class. The name is pleasant, and the sword is beautiful. It suits you quite well."

"Seeing your swordsmanship level when you fought Sakazuki just now, it seems you haven't been slacking off during your voyage. Alright, hurry up and prepare to carry out your mission."

Sengoku waved at Mo Xingchen with a smile. This was the future of the Marines, his subordinate in the future.

"Okay, I'll be going then. You two chat slowly."

As soon as Mo Xingchen walked out of the headquarters building, he saw Kuzan walking towards him.

"I didn't expect you to get stronger again after a year. Want to go for a drink?"

Mo Xingchen rolled his eyes and pouted.

"Stop showing off! Monster Vice Admiral~ As if you haven't improved at all."

"Ara ara~ If you wanted to, you would have become a Vice Admiral long ago. I was hoping to spar with you this time to get revenge for that kick. Looks like that's not happening~"

"Heh, you little weakling, you still want to beat me? Go train for another hundred or eighty years."

The two bantered as they walked towards the town. Unexpectedly, they found Dragon drinking alone in their usual tavern.

Mo Xingchen and Kuzan exchanged a look, then went to Dragon's side. Mo Xingchen plopped down, hooked his arm around Dragon's shoulder, and teased, "What's wrong, little bro? Did you get dumped?"

Dragon looked at them and saw it was Mo Xingchen and Kuzan. His eyes seemed to regain some focus. After drinking another cup of wine, he said dejectedly, "Brother, you're back. It's not that I got dumped, I'm just very lost right now."

"Oh~ You usually seem quite sharp. What happened that's got you so down? Tell me about it, let your brother enlighten you."

"This started when I began my patrol..."

Based on Dragon's narration, a simple summary is: encountered pirates slaughtering civilians, scumbags within the Marines oppressing civilians, civilians becoming pirates and then bullying other civilians, nobles exploiting civilians, and Celestial Dragons treating people like dirt.

Perhaps he had only heard of these things before, but now he had experienced them firsthand, so Dragon's mentality had somewhat collapsed. He doubted the justice in his heart and the correctness of the Marines. He believed the Marines existed to protect civilians, but the truth was to protect the so-called World Nobles—the Celestial Dragons.

Mo Xingchen saw that Kuzan was also lost in thought, so he patted Dragon's shoulder in comfort and said softly, "This matter is actually quite simple. There are only two ways to solve it."

Hearing Mo Xingchen say this, Dragon and Kuzan both looked up at him, awaiting his solution.

"The first way is compromise, and then strive to grow. When you become a Marine Hero like your father, making the World Government, or rather the Gorosei, believe that your presence in the Marines is indispensable, then you can disregard the Celestial Dragons and do your best to realize the justice in your heart. Of course, you will still be subject to many restrictions. This method is very difficult.

The second way is to become the ruler of this world and build and change it according to the beautiful vision in your heart. This path is even more arduous.

Now that you've drunk so much, I hope you won't make any hasty decisions. After you've sobered up, take these few days to slowly think and understand what you truly want in your heart.

Tomorrow I'm going to execute a Buster Call, and it will take about 10 days round trip. Consider this your vacation during this time. Calm down and think it over. When I get back, we'll discuss it further, okay?"