Bounty of 3.5 Billion Beli! Void Demon Tamer Uchiha Natsu!

The Three Admirals are the navy's last trump card; removing any one of them would be a gamble on the balance of the entire ocean.

Those four monsters in the New World are never peaceful; if they show even the slightest weakness, they will pounce without hesitation and tear apart the Navy's defenses.

If an Admiral were sent to the West Blue to guard the area, and Whitebeard and Kaido were to join forces to cause trouble, the number of dead wouldn't be four thousand, but forty thousand or even four hundred thousand. The Navy would then truly collapse completely.

Thinking of this, his anger towards the Five Elders burned even brighter.

It was clearly their ridiculous desire for control that led them to arbitrarily interfere in frontline missions, creating such a formidable enemy for no reason, and in the end, the Navy had to clean up the mess.

These old fogies sitting on the Mary Geoise throne only ever cared about their own power and had no regard for the lives of their soldiers.

He snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, and the heat emanating from him caused the papers on the table to rustle. "I'm going back to the G2 branch."

Before he finished speaking, he Earth Flow the door, his heavy military boots slamming on the floor with a dull thud, and slammed the door shut, carrying a pent-up rage.

Kizaru looked at the closed door, slowly picked up the now-cold teacup on the table, and took a sip.

His face remained expressionless, as if the discussion hadn't been about the life or death of the navy, but merely about the Tenten.

"Oh dear, this is going to be busy." He stretched lazily, his tone nonchalant, showing no sign of worry. "I'll head back now, Sengoku- san. Call me if there's any further movement from the Uchiha."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and Earth Flow out, his steps light as if he were going on vacation.

Only Sengoku, Tsuru, and Gion remained in the office.

Tsuru watched Kizaru's disappearing figure outside the window and sighed softly, "Borsalino is still the same as ever. But that's alright, at least he won't act impulsively."

Sengoku nodded, wearily rubbing his temples. He knew Kizaru's personality well; seemingly nonchalant, he was actually the most sensible. In times like these, he was the one who made people feel most at ease.

He turned to look at Gion, who had remained silent, and his tone softened slightly. "Take good care of your injuries. This isn't your fault. I'll handle Onigumo."

"Yes, Fleet Admiral." Gion stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.

The office finally fell completely quiet.

Sengoku walked to the window and looked down at the harbor of Marineford.

The once bustling dock is now deserted. The sea breeze flutters the naval ensign, but the white flag seems particularly somber at this moment.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the glass, gazing westward with a complex expression.

Origin Island, Uchiha Natsu.

This name that suddenly appeared was like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.

Meanwhile, on Origin Island in the West Blue, a storm powerful enough to change the entire world order is just beginning to brew.

As soon as the door closed, several staff officers who had been waiting in the side room strode in, carrying thick intelligence files, their faces increasingly grave.

Staff Officer Tsuru adjusted his glasses and placed a blank draft bounty in front of Sengoku, lightly tapping the signature field at the top. "Fleet Admiral, the bounty can't be delayed any longer. It's already causing a huge uproar in the West Blue, and even pirates in the East Blue are inquiring about the origins of those Red Eye pirates. If we don't get an explanation soon, the Navy's prestige will truly crumble."

An elderly staff officer with gray hair beside him nodded in agreement. "Yes, Fleet Admiral. If we don't even dare to issue a bounty for the loss of four thousand elite troops, the pirates Four Blues will only become more unscrupulous in the future."

Sengoku leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes wearily. He knew, of course, that the bounty had to be issued, but once he put pen to paper, it would mean a complete break with the Uchiha Clan, leaving no room for reconciliation.

He picked up the pen, unconsciously twirling the barrel with his fingertips, and remained silent for a full five minutes.

"They're different from the Four Emperors," Sengoku suddenly spoke, his voice low. "Whitebeard, Kaido, and their ilk are rootless pirates, burning, killing, and plundering without restraint. But the Uchiha are different. They have clans, they have territory. They've cleared land on Origin Island, farmed, built Clan Academy, and opened mines. They want to settle down and make a living there."

He looked up at the crowd, his eyes sharp. "As long as they don't cause trouble, there's no need for us to push them to the brink for now. If we really drive them into becoming the second Whitebeard Pirates, plundering the Four Blues, that would be a real disaster."

The staff officers exchanged glances, all understanding his meaning.

"So... how should the reward amount be determined?" someone asked in a low voice.

Sengoku's pen touched the draft form, paused, and slowly wrote down the first number, "Uchiha Natsu, 3.5 billion Beli."

A collective gasp filled the office.

"Fleet Admiral! That's too high!" A young staff officer couldn't help but exclaim. "Even the newly crowned Four Emperors only have a bounty of around forty billion. He's only just appeared, and they're already offering thirty-five billion? Doesn't that put him on par with the Four Emperors?"

"He has the strength." Sengoku's tone left no room for doubt. "Borsalino said it himself; he has no chance against him one-on-one. A person who can go toe-to-toe with Admiral is worth 3.5 billion, no less. If we give him too little, it will only send more reckless pirates to their deaths, and it will also make him feel that our Navy looks down on him."

He paused, then wrote down the second name, "Uchiha Fugaku, 1 billion Beli".

"He held his own against Gion, and his strength is close to that of Admiral. This number is reasonable." Tsuru nodded.

"As for the Uchiha Clan who fought Onigumo, Hōshō, and Momonga, each will receive a bounty of 320 million Beli." Sengoku's pen traced across the paper. "The remaining ordinary clan members will not be offered bounties for now."

"No reward?" Someone was stunned. "But..."

"If we put bounties on all ten thousand Uchiha clan members, let alone whether we can catch them, it will only drive them to desperate measures." Sengoku interrupted him, his tone heavy. "If they abandon Origin Island and break up into smaller groups to cause trouble everywhere, where will we go to catch them? Besides..."

He looked at everyone and said, word by word, "If even ordinary Uchiha members have bounties, it only makes it seem like our Navy can't even handle a group of ordinary people. This kind of thing is a bigger blow to morale than defeat."

The staff officers fell silent.

Indeed, if even an ordinary Uchiha is worth millions of Beli, what would the Navy Soldier think?

They would only feel that they were less than a finger of the enemy.