"What are you looking at? War Country? Are you interested in it?" Roger leaned over beside Vikengam, craning his neck to look at the newspaper.
He had seen that news earlier too, but he had not been interested in it.
Yet Vikengam had been staring blankly at the article the whole time, which made him somewhat curious.
"I'm interested in this brat..." Vikengam said, pointing at Bullet's photo in the newspaper.
"What brat? He looks older than you, doesn't he?" Roger muttered, then carefully read the text above it and froze.
"He's freaking ten!?" Roger cried out. "What did he eat to grow like that?"
When he had first read the paper, he had only given it a cursory glance. He saw something about "war merits" and "national hero," then casually looked at the photo and naturally assumed Bullet was an adult soldier.
But after taking a closer look, the newspaper said he was only ten!
Was that reasonable?
"How would I know? Maybe he ate animal feed? I heard Goltz, the War Country, had rather scarce resources. Soldiers on the front lines often couldn't even get enough to eat," Vikengam joked.
"So you're interested in him just because the brat looks too mature?" Roger asked again.
"No. I think the brat looks very promising. If I get the chance in the future, I want him to be my little brother," Vikengam said frankly.
"Your little brother? You make it sound like you're the captain. Shouldn't he be my little brother instead?" Roger could not help saying.
"You're just a pirate captain, while I'm a noble Celestial Dragon. No matter how you look at it, following me has a brighter future, right?" Vikengam laughed heartily.
The Roger Pirates had a relaxed atmosphere. Except at critical moments, no one took each