The Five Elders Knew How to Guilt-Trip Their Staff Too

"Mu Chen, you really don't hold back. Aramaki is actually dead!"

Their orders from the start had been to arrest Aramaki and execute him publicly.

Aramaki had killed a Celestial Dragon, and they needed to show the other powers at sea that they still commanded respect.

But now Aramaki was dead, which made things awkward. Mu Chen didn't care. He waved a hand and said helplessly, "Aramaki tried to take me down with him at the end. How is that my fault?"

What Mu Chen had done made sense under the circumstances. If he hadn't gone for the kill, he might not have been able to stop Aramaki.

Borsalino understood that too, but it put him in an awkward spot. He had come as backup, only to sit back and watch.

If he had fought alongside Mu Chen, they surely could have captured Aramaki. But it was too late for that now. At worst, Sengoku would chew him out when he got back. It wouldn't be the first time.

Borsalino stood up, scratched his head, and said, "In that case, let's head back to Marineford. I'm your supervisor for now."

With that, Borsalino went right back to lying down and resting.

Mu Chen stared at him. How was this guy even better at slacking off than he was? Wasn't Mu Chen supposed to be the best at it?

Yet lately, he had been doing plenty of work.

As he thought about it, Mu Chen looked up at the sky. Dragon, hidden among the clouds, broke into a cold sweat at the look in his eyes. "Mu Chen, why are you looking at me like that? What did I do to you?"

"Did I offend you?"

Dragon had no idea what Mu Chen had said, but the look Mu Chen gave