As Marshal Kong Departed, How Many Devil Fruits Did You Want?

No, no, no! I wasn't cut out to be an admiral, let alone fleet admiral!

Let Sengoku handle that kind of thankless job. After all, Sengoku was the only admiral left in the Navy now.

There was nothing wrong with that statement. At that point, aside from Sengoku, the Navy only had half an admiral left in Zefa.

Forget Zefa. Even the position of admiral existed in name only now.

Everyone understood the current situation.

Once Kong left, there would be no choice but Sengoku.

Who would want such a thankless job?

What did you mean by that?

Believe it or not, I'll report to the World Government right now and have them appoint you an admiral!

Kong was practically fuming at Garp. "No, no, no! You heard wrong! That kind of good thing... uh, it absolutely has to be Sengoku! I-I can't do it, I can't!"

"Don't look at me. I'm invisible!"

Garp turned around without looking at Kong and started picking his nose. Faced with Garp's shamelessness, Kong had no temper left and turned to Sengoku instead.

Sengoku, meanwhile, took a bite of senbei and a sip of tea before saying helplessly, "Sigh, so it's finally my turn?"

Sengoku was helpless too. He did not want to become fleet admiral. After all, being fleet admiral meant having to visit Mary Geoise every so often to meet those old men, something Sengoku found rather irritating. But now, it seemed he truly had no choice.

Seeing Sengoku's attitude, Kong began to doubt himself. "What's wrong with all of you?"

"Could it be that my fleet admiral's chair burns your asses? None of you want to sit in it?"

Kong said irritably.

Hearing that, Sengoku could only answer helplessly, "No. If no one else will do it, then I'll do it."