Both boys had fiery tempers, and neither would back down. As they argued, they actually started fighting.
But the moment they started, two sharp knocks landed on their heads, forcibly interrupting their moves.
"You can fight when you get home. Answer my question first."
At some point, Noah had already entered the alley. Looking at the two boys clutching their heads, almost in tears from the pain, he asked with a smile:
"Well? What exactly did you want, following me around for so long?"
The two boys exchanged looks. In the end, the short, chubby boy lost his patience and spoke first. "You're Vice Admiral Romanov Noah, right?"
"Oh?"
Noah pushed up the sunglasses on his nose, a little surprised. "Well, well, a couple of kids recognized me..."
"Hehe, it was actually just a coincidence. Outside the Helena Shipbuilding Company earlier, I happened to hear those guys calling you..."
The chubby boy looked smug, but before he could finish, the tall, skinny Franky quietly kicked him from behind.
He turned around angrily, only to see Franky giving him a subtle look before jumping in:
"Don't listen to this idiot, Vice Admiral! It was me! I recognized you at first glance!"
Franky sounded excited, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "You might not know this... but, but! I'm actually your most devoted fan! I've admired you for... uh, I can't remember how many years. Anyway, it's been a long time!"
"I keep every newspaper with your picture on the front page at home! My dream is to become a just and great Marine, just like you!"
Haven't you always hated the Marines? Since when did you start admiring this guy? And hasn't your one and only dream always been to become the world's greatest shipwright...?
The chubby boy turned and stared wide-eyed