Lax Justice

The next day, Yaen woke up with a splitting headache. When he opened his eyes, the room was a mess.

Yaen patted his head, trying to recall what happened yesterday. Just as he was about to, he suddenly felt that there was... someone next to him.

Yaen abruptly turned his head and saw Kuzan's dark face.

"Kuzan?!"

Then, Yaen gently lifted a corner of the blanket covering Kuzan and peeked inside. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, muttering.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness. Clothes are neat. Looks like nothing special happened."

Just then, Kuzan's voice suddenly rang out, asking, "What do you mean by 'nothing special'?"

Yaen.

"I can't do this, I feel like throwing up. I'm seasick..."

Yaen put a hand to his forehead, immediately thinking of faking illness to escape.

However, after a night of deep conversation, Kuzan had gotten to know Yaen much better and directly exposed him.

"Stop pretending. You told me all your little tricks last night."

Yaen, who was about to get out of bed, froze instantly. His eyebrows twitched slightly as he recalled some details from last night.

It seemed... he really had said quite a lot...

For a moment, Yaen's expression completely fell.

Drinking really causes trouble. How could he have been so careless?

Don't drink and drive, drive and don't drink!

He had made such a basic mistake?

Immediately, Yaen walked out of the room with a dejected look.

"Yaen, where are you going?" Kuzan asked.

"Don't talk, I need some quiet."

Yaen replied without looking back and left the room.

There was no other way, too many secrets!

Yaen had no idea how much Kuzan knew about him, or how much he had accidentally revealed last night.

So, Yaen just wanted some quiet time to reflect and recall all the details from last night.

However, based on Kuzan's reaction, Yaen estimated that the problem wasn't too serious.

Otherwise, waking up this morning, he wouldn't be waking up in bed with Kuzan, but rather hanging upside down with Sea Prism Stone chains all over his body.

Half a day later, on the deck of Kuzan's ship.

Under the bewildered gazes of a large number of Marine soldiers, two sun umbrellas were set up at the front of the deck, with two chairs and a small table filled with fruits and snacks placed beneath them.

And Vice Admiral Kuzan, who was well-known in the Marines and famous throughout the seas for his "Passionate Justice," and Yaen were lounging there lazily, eating occasionally and chatting idly.

"Vice Admiral Kuzan, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Yaen asked, now wearing sunglasses.

Kuzan, wearing an eyepatch, yawned and asked, "Don't you like it?"

"That's not it..."

Yaen denied, then continued.

"It's just that this kind of Marine life is truly too corrupt. Sigh... my conscience is uneasy! Hey, what kind of fruit is this? It's quite plump and juicy."

"Who knows? But I don't think your conscience seems uneasy," Kuzan replied casually.

Hearing this, Yaen could no longer suppress his laughter and replied.

"Ahahaha, who said that? My conscience is uneasy right now. After all, this was supposed to be a meritorious service trip that the old man spent so much effort arranging. And yet I'm doing this. Sigh... delicious..."

He paused, then continued. "Thinking about how the old man must be working diligently at his desk in Marineford right now makes my conscience ache."

Kuzan couldn't help but glance at Yaen, whose mouth was secreting "tears," and said, "That must be really tough for you, Yaen."

"It's not tough, not tough. I'm serving the Marines and the sea." He paused and said.

"But what I'm more concerned about is whether those high-ranking Marines will be able to accept your change, Kuzan, anytime soon."

"Oh, really?"

Kuzan responded indifferently, then lazily said.

"However, justice changes with circumstances, and a shift in stance is only natural. From now on, I plan to uphold a justice called 'Lax Justice' as a Marine."

Yaen's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Kuzan and said, "That sounds like a good justice, Vice Admiral Kuzan."

Kuzan smiled slightly, then changed his tone. "Speaking of which, Yaen, you kept calling me 'Brother Kuzan' all night, shouting 'One more cup after this one.' Why are you being so polite now?"

Mentioned about his embarrassing drunken behavior, Yaen's expression instantly stiffened.

In his previous life, Yaen's alcohol tolerance would have been legendary, the kind that says "I won't fall until the snow stops falling and Qingdao never falls," but in this world's fine wines, it was a completely different story.

Especially since Yaen's physique was naturally frail. Compared to a monstrous physique like Kuzan's, he was extremely prone to getting drunk.

"Don't mention what happened last night again. I swear I won't drink anymore," Yaen said through gritted teeth.

After this incident, Yaen understood his standing in the world of alcohol. Forget monsters like Kuzan; he probably couldn't even outdrink women.

He had been lucky this time. After some reflection, Yaen realized that what he had said while drunk was still within an acceptable range.

But what if he hadn't been so lucky?

What if he had said something he shouldn't have?

Or what if the person he woke up next to the next day wasn't a straightforward guy like Kuzan? But... someone else?

Danger!

In short, staying away from danger was the right move!

"Oh? That's a shame. I thought we agreed last night that we'd get drunk again once we got back to Marineford and really let loose," Kuzan teased.

Yaen quickly replied, "Brother Kuzan, please stop messing with me."

Immediately, Yaen changed the subject and asked, "Brother Kuzan, so our next plan is just to 'patrol' the West Blue, stabilize public order, and then head back to Marineford?"

"Something like that..."

Kuzan replied, putting his eye patch back on.

"But when I applied to Marineford, the reason I gave was that the underground forces in West Blue were rampant, so I'll have to bring back a few Mafia members to report."

Yaen couldn't help but silently mourn and apologize to the Mafia in West Blue.

It was all his fault for unintentionally using "Mafia" as an excuse, which led to Vice Admiral Kuzan being dispatched to deal with them.

"I wonder which lucky person Kuzan will draw," Yaen said sympathetically.

Kuzan replied somewhat vaguely, "I already have a target. There's a rather famous Mafia family in this sea area."