Terfimer Yaen

"Tefimer Yaen!"

Sengoku rested his chin on his hands, his gaze serious and majestic as he looked at Yaen, and asked.

"Are you prepared to join the Marines and offer your life for justice?"

Meeting Sengoku's gaze, Yaen calmly closed the office door, providing a degree of soundproofing to prevent Sengoku from losing face in front of Colonel Hope, and replied without hesitation.

"No."

Sengoku's expression could no longer be maintained. He slammed his hand onto the desk, causing the documents, pens, teacups, and other items on it to shake. He roared.

"Bastard, no matter what, you must join the Marines today."

Yaen instantly put on a look of being startled, becoming somewhat timid, and said.

"Old Man, you're sending me to my death. You know my body, my physique isn't even half of Brother Corazon's. I can't even master the Six Powers. I'm really not cut out for fighting and killing."

"The sea is cold, the wind is strong, and pirates are so brutal. It's fine to sacrifice my limited life for the cause of infinite justice, but I'm afraid you'll be sending off your son, Old Man!"

"You saved me from the sea back then, and I owe you my upbringing. I was planning to be filial to you and see you off in your old age."

Sengoku saw this and looked at Yaen's tearful expression. Even though he knew it might be fake, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. His serious gaze turned to one filled with helplessness, and he said.

"I know your body was ruined by the waves when you were young. Even after years of hard training, it's still weak. But a man only grows stronger step by step through trials. Iron Fist and physique can only break through limits in blood and fire."

Yaen pouted helplessly and said aggrievedly, "But Old Man, that's not my dream. You used to teach me that a true man must pursue his own dreams, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Sengoku's forehead bulged with veins, as if recalling something unbearable. He instantly went from helpless to furious, scolding him like a frustrated parent.

"What kind of bullshit dream is that? You're clamoring to find a wife stronger than yourself, and you call that a dream? Who put that idea in your head? I'll blast them away."

Yaen sighed deeply and said.

"Old Man, there's no other way. You know my stomach has been bad since I was young. I can't eat much at each meal, which leads to my poor health."

"In this dangerous sea, the only thing I can rely on is having a powerful wife by my side to protect me. I just want to survive in this sea, Old Man, is that my fault?"

For a moment, Sengoku, who was in a rage, was speechless.

Compared to Corazon, Yaen had a poor appetite since childhood, often eating only a small bowl of rice or a "small" piece of meat before he couldn't eat anymore.

Because of this, Sengoku worried that Yaen might have a condition like "anorexia." Sengoku had even taken Yaen to see various doctors, and the final conclusion was that Yaen's physique was unusual.

However, this "unusual" meant: congenital physical weakness, insufficient bone hardness, underdeveloped digestive system, and other problems.

In fact, Yaen really wanted to retort that he was actually a normal person, who had just stumbled into this abnormal world.

The strong people in this world ate an average of tens of kilograms of food per meal, had incredible digestive abilities, and physiques so strong they could train their fists on mountains. They were like monsters.

Even though Yaen had pushed his physique as a Blue Star person to the absolute limit, even surpassing it.

Compared to the monstrous physiques of this world, Yaen could only be considered sickly and frail.

Therefore, even though the destructive power and lethality Yaen could unleash with his Golden Finger were extremely high, Yaen dared not be careless due to his own body's fragility.

Currently, Yaen could only hope to find an incredibly powerful partner who could protect him at all times.

The kind that would never leave his side!

After all, as a man, Yaen didn't want to die inexplicably in bed.

Mm...

Yaen was referring to spies like those from the CP Organization who disregarded honor and launched sneak attacks at night.

Facing Yaen's seemingly glorious dream, Sengoku was furious, having the urge to slap Yaen to death, but he was also afraid of actually killing the frail Yaen.

"Bastard, so you're dead set on finding a powerful wife?"

"There's no other way, Old Man." Yaen shrugged, adopting a posture of someone solely seeking to live off his partner.

"Fine! Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"

To Yaen's surprise, Sengoku's tone shifted, and he actually agreed directly.

For a moment, Yaen couldn't help but become wary of Sengoku, as, based on Yaen's understanding of Sengoku, he wasn't someone easily persuaded.

Immediately, Sengoku walked out from behind his desk, grabbed Yaen's shoulder, and pulled him out of the office.

"Old Man, what are you doing?" Yaen asked.

"As your father, I will naturally fulfill your wish."

Sengoku glanced at Yaen, then stopped speaking, pulling Yaen along towards a certain location.

Soon, Sengoku pulled Yaen to a spacious area resembling a training ground.

"Little Crane, you've waited long enough."

At this moment, two people were already waiting in the training ground. One was Vice Admiral Tsuru, whom Yaen had seen many times in Sengoku's treasured photos, and the other was a beautiful woman of similar age to himself.

Vice Admiral Tsuru nodded at Sengoku, then her gentle eyes, filled with wisdom, fell upon Yaen, and she said.

"Is this the Yaen boy you always talk about? You look quite decent, scholarly."

Yaen's mouth twitched slightly at her words. Before Sengoku could speak, he turned to Sengoku and asked.

"Old Man, is this Vice Admiral Tsuru, the owner of all those photos you hide at home?"

??!!

Sengoku.

"Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?!" Sengoku asked Yaen, a little flustered.

"Heh heh~"

Vice Admiral Tsuru chuckled with a hint of kindness, turning to Sengoku. "Sengoku, can you invite me over for tea later? I'd like to see what photos you've kept."

Sengoku gave a few awkward laughs and said, "Uh, Little Crane, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. This brat is just spouting nonsense. They're actually just a few ordinary photos from when we were young."

"I hope that's the case..."

Vice Admiral Tsuru narrowed her eyes and then said, "However, I still have official business to attend to later. Let's deal with Yaen's matter first."