The Startled Five Elders: Abandoning the Capture and Dispatching an Admiral for Support
"But," a silver- Five Elders spoke up, his tone tinged with concern, "Most of the Marine Headquarters ' main fleet is stationed in the New World. If too many troops are diverted to the West Blue, there will be gaps in the New World's defenses."
The Four Emperors have always been eyeing us covetously. If the Marine Admiral are away from the New World for an extended period, those guys will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble, and the situation will become even more difficult to manage!
These words were like a bucket of cold water, waking everyone up.
They instantly realized that the trouble before them was far more than just the Uchiha Clan on Origin Island —if the Marine Admiral left the New World, the Four Emperors would inevitably take the opportunity to expand, and the order of the Grand Line would be completely disrupted, resulting in losses far greater than the defeat on Origin Island.
"Then let's postpone the mobilization of the main force from the New World," the leading of the Five Elders decided decisively, his tone cold and resolute. "Prioritize having Sengoku deploy nearby fleets from the West Blue and South Blue to provide support, and at the same time, strictly order Gion to hold the line until reinforcements arrive! As for the previously planned human research..."
He changed the subject, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Let's put that aside for now! The most important thing right now is to suppress the situation on Origin Island and not let the Uchiha Clan gain a firm foothold, otherwise the consequences will be dire!"
The group nodded in agreement, and no one objected further—they all understood that the benefits of human research were utterly insignificant in the face of the upheavals of the New World order.
If our obsession with research leads to the destruction of a naval fleet, the complete rise of the Uchiha, and even their spread to the Grand Line, that would be a true catastrophe.
Soon, an urgent order was issued from the Room of Authority, traveling across the sea breeze to Marine Headquarters and Gion, the Origin Island. But this order was ultimately a step too late.
The battle between Natsu and Gion has reached a fever pitch, and the Uchiha clan has already launched a full-scale counterattack against the Navy. The Five Elders, caught Room of Authority, can only anxiously await battle reports from the front and pray that reinforcements will arrive before the situation completely spirals out of control.
The afternoon sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Marine Branch office, casting dappled golden light onto the dark carpeted floor, its warm glow dispelling the slight chill from the sea.
Kizaru leaned back in the large leather chair, his posture languid, his Marine Admiral uniform draped loosely over his shoulders, the collar slightly open, showing none of the tension expected of a top-tier fighter.
On the mahogany tea table in front of him was an exquisite set of sencha tea utensils. Warm matcha was served in celadon teacups, and the fragrant aroma of tea mingled with the sea breeze blowing in from the window, filling the entire office.
On the white porcelain plate beside him were a few small wagashi (Japanese sweets), specially prepared for him by his subordinates, but he barely touched them—he preferred this rare moment of leisure to the tedious tasks.
"Admiral, this is a summary of pirate activity in various seas of the New World this week, along with patrol reports submitted by the branch." The subordinate tiptoed in, placing a stack of documents on the table, his tone respectful and barely daring to raise his voice.
"The situation in the New World is currently stable, patrols by all branches are proceeding normally, and there are no unusual developments."
Kizaru raised an eyelid, his casual gaze sweeping over the document cover. He didn't even bother to reach out and flip through it, simply waving his hand and saying, "Just leave it there. It's nothing important anyway."
He picked up his teacup, took a sip of the warm matcha, and his expression relaxed. "Aren't we just putting on a show here? With me here, would those blind pirates dare to come any closer?"
As Marine Admiral, his core responsibility in guarding the New World branch is "deterrence"—he doesn't need to take frequent personal action; the mere name "Kizaru" is enough to quell most of the restless pirate forces.
On weekdays, he mostly spends his time in the office drinking tea, reviewing intelligence, and occasionally giving his subordinates tactical advice. He lives a leisurely and carefree life. Compared to the busyness of the other two Admiral, he is more like a "hands-off manager," yet no one dares to underestimate him in the slightest.
The subordinate respectfully agreed, gently placed the documents down, and withdrew, keeping his footsteps extremely low—everyone knew that this Admiral, though seemingly lazy and casual, could unleash a lightning-infused kick that could instantly shatter a capital warship once angered, and no one dared to disturb his tranquility.
Kizaru leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the tea table, his gaze fixed on the calm sea outside the window, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and a hint of sharpness lurked beneath the languid look in his eyes. He knew, of course, that this leisurely time might not last long, but as long as he didn't receive any clear instructions, he would simply enjoy this moment of relaxation. After all, for Admiral, occasional "leisure" was itself a form of deterrence.
The tranquility was shattered when the emergency Den Den Mushi on the desk suddenly rang shrilly—it was a dedicated line that was only activated for the highest level of emergency.
Kizaru raised an eyebrow and slowly answered the phone. The call came from the Origin Island Marine Fleet, which was urgently requesting assistance, as well as an urgent notification from the Five Elders.
The languid look on his face gradually faded, and the tapping of his fingers stopped, but there was still no trace of panic in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of amusement. "Oh? It seems those little ones over there are causing quite a stir..."
The emergency phone on his desk was still ringing incessantly; Kizaru's matcha hadn't even cooled down when Fleet Admiral Sengoku's urgent orders came through the Den Den Mushi—
His tone was urgent, carrying an undeniable authority. "Kizaru! Immediately proceed to Origin Island to provide support, assist Gion in stabilizing the battle, and suppress the Uchiha clan's offensive at all costs. We cannot allow them to completely control the situation!"
Sengoku's instructions were still coming through the Den Den Mushi. Kizaru's previously lazy gaze instantly sharpened, the tea stains on his fingertips still wet, and the relaxation on his face completely vanished.
He subconsciously raised an eyebrow, a playful yet serious smile curving his lips, "I never expected... that the West Blue would harbor such a formidable opponent, and such a team full of hidden talents."
Previously, he had dismissed Gion's plea for help as an exaggeration. After all, in his mind, although the Four Blues was in chaos, few forces could rival him. But now, after hearing Sengoku's description and recalling the battle reports from Gion, his languor was completely replaced by vigilance.
A force capable of defeating CP0 elites and overwhelming Marine Vice Admiral is far beyond the scope of a "local tyrant." Rather, it's like a behemoth that suddenly emerged from the ground, forcing even him to be on his guard.