Two Fellow Generals

After a while.

Norse was once again using the Sun's Fire to grill dog chops, each piece of meat golden-brown and glistening.

He shook on some salt, sprinkled some pepper and cumin, and added chili powder for anyone who wanted it spicy. That was all.

"By the way, where are those two fresh eggs?" Norse suddenly asked.

Sonia licked her lips, drooling as she said, "I put them in the refrigerator on the ship. Do you need them now? I'll go get them!"

"Hurry up. Wash them clean before bringing them over!" Norse reminded her.

Very soon, Sonia brought Norse the long dog's testicles. "How should these be handled? My sister prepared them for you!"

"I don't need those right now. Put them into boiling water and cook them first. I'll handle the rest later!" Norse said as he turned the dog chops over.

At that moment, Hancock walked over. She pulled a soft, fragrant handkerchief from her chest and wiped the sweat from Norse's forehead. "Why are you still sweating? Is the temperature in your hand difficult to control?"

"Exactly. Cooking requires precise control over the heat, so using such a domineering power as the Sun to grill dog chops is indeed a little hard for me to handle right now!"

"Mmm~~ But it already smells delicious!" Hancock stood nearby and took a sniff. The dog chops were already giving off the rich aroma of cooked meat.

"It really does smell good."

"???"

Hancock, Sonia, Gorud, and Norse all turned to look at Golden Lion Shiki.

Golden Lion reacted quickly enough, clamping both hands tightly over his mouth to show that he had done nothing.

Then Norse and the others turned back and continued grilling the dog chops.

Only then did Golden Lion Shiki lower his hands, revealing drool pouring from his mouth.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

"???"

Norse and the others looked at Golden Lion again, and he immediately covered his mouth once more.

When Norse and the others turned back around again, they began dividing up the dog chops.

Sonia ate with her hands. They were delicious, melting the moment they entered her mouth.

Gorud ate with her hands as well. That's right—the meat was tender when bitten into, full of juices.

To Hancock, the flavor was like her first love—heart-fluttering and warm. Because it was food made by Norse, she treasured every bite in her mouth.

Norse picked up a dog chop and walked toward Golden Lion. "Mm, it smells great. Want some?"

Golden Lion felt miserable inside.

As a pirate, he had never had much resistance to good food, especially in this starving state.

After all, he was already exhausted after the battle and needed to replenish a large amount of high-energy food to recover quickly.

Yet all he could do was watch, smell it, and drool until it seemed like the last moisture in his body was about to be drained away.

"Ah~~"

Golden Lion opened his mouth dreamily, imagining the sensation of the dog chop in Norse's hand being placed into it.

"Red Pipi, I'll reward you with this chop. After eating it, keep a close eye on this guy for me. Don't let him escape."

Although Norse had walked up to Golden Lion, he fed the delicious dog chop to his pet snake instead.

Golden Lion froze.

It felt as if the thoughts and images in his head had been blown apart by a gunshot. His gapped teeth even bit down on empty air before his mouth could close!

"Gulp!"

Golden Lion lowered his head and watched the giant snake in front of him swallow the golden-brown dog chop in one bite. In an instant, his heart bled, screamed, and begged on its knees.

But how could Golden Lion truly lower his head before Norse?

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and said from the bottom of his heart, "I can still hold on. If I get hungry, I'll eat my own flesh—starting with my left hand!"

"Hahaha... You'd be better off eating air. Do you think my pet snake is here to keep you company?"

Norse laughed loudly.

Unexpectedly, although Golden Lion had spoken the truth, tears still flowed from his eyes. He looked utterly pitiful.

After swallowing a piece of dog chop, Red Pipi was filled with strength and immediately tightened its coils around Golden Lion Shiki.

"Waaah!!"

But just then, Golden Lion Shiki actually began struggling and resisting.

His head of golden hair flew wildly under some unknown force, while his eyes turned blood-red. He looked as though he had gone mad and lost all reason—wild and terrifying.

He suddenly jerked his head aside and bit down hard toward Red Pipi's body.

Red Pipi, which was wrapped around Golden Lion, was startled by Shiki's terrifying appearance. When it saw Shiki bite toward its body, it was nearly scared out of its wits.

"Huh???"

Yet Golden Lion instantly went blank.

That bite had been utterly weak; he had even shattered his last few front teeth.

Faced with such a miserable, unlucky turn of events, Golden Lion felt like crying without tears and immediately lost all spirit.

At the same time, the giant snake coiled around him retaliated and took a direct bite out of his nipple!

"Shiki, I'll give you some more time. Once you've thought it through, submit to me and call me Grandpa!"

With that, Norse left.

He fished two shriveled balls out of the pot of boiling water.

Using the long needle he had prepared earlier, he pierced them through, sprinkled on salt, pepper, and cumin, then began grilling them over high heat.

Once they were done, Norse stuck the two fragrant red-meat balls into the ground not far from Shiki, tempting him without end.

"Let's go, Hancock. We can head to the beach now. If we're lucky, we can find some seafood too—scallops, lobsters, blue crabs, abalone—and bring them back for dinner tonight."

Norse said.

Naturally, Hancock had long been waiting for this moment.

She immediately got up, took off her red robe, casually laid it on the expensive rug, revealing a stunning, form-fitting, revealing swimsuit. Then she grabbed Norse and ran toward the nearby beach.

When they reached the beach to play—

Since Norse and the others were Devil Fruit users, they could only walk around in the shallows, play with sand piles, pick up shells, catch crabs, and so on.

Half an hour passed like that.

Suddenly, two Marine Headquarters warships appeared in the nearby waters.

The ones who had come were Admiral Kizaru and Admiral Red Fist.

They were looking toward Norse through binoculars.

Kizaru's eyes immediately lit up, but he drawled in a lewd, lazy tone, "How scary!"

Then he turned into a flash of light, streaking through the air in an arc as he charged toward Norse.

Red Fist bit down on a large cigar and took a hard puff, as though his entire body had suddenly been filled with motivation.

Whoosh!

Kizaru kicked out a beam of light in midair, aimed directly at Norse.

Norse immediately took Hancock and flashed away, successfully evading Kizaru's attack.

Kizaru was now forty-five years old and had been promoted to admiral for less than half a year, yet he was already this arrogant. Truly, he was a young and powerful uncle.

Unfortunately, he had run into Norse. Who knew whether his future would become uncertain because of this?

Then again, maybe not.

This time, two admirals had come—and both had been promoted during the same period. They could be called Marine Headquarters' twin heroes, thoroughly crushing Aokiji's every bit of glory beneath their feet.

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