World Cruise
Issho's attitude was perfectly normal. He was neither humble nor afraid, nor was he overbearing. It was completely different from the Marines Katakuri remembered.
"Sorry, but we cannot, nor are we qualified to, accept your surrender. However, if you truly wish to surrender, then please go to our headquarters." Issho pointed Katakuri and the others toward a clear path forward. More importantly, he did not damage the cordiality between the two sides.
If Katakuri wanted to use Leo's amnesty to gain control of this branch, then his scheme would not succeed.
Likewise, if Katakuri and the others genuinely wished to surrender, then during the voyage from here to the Revolutionary Army Headquarters, they would see an even more brilliant landscape and strengthen their resolve.
Hearing Issho's words, Katakuri could not help growing angry. Veins bulged on his forehead as he snapped, "We came to surrender in good faith. Does the Revolutionary Army not even have the courage to accept us?"
"That is correct." Issho gripped his cane sword with both hands and replied calmly, without anger, "The forces on this island are completely no match for yours. The Revolutionary Army's strength lies in long-range bombardment. Once you land on the island, we would have no way to deal with you. As nothing more than a Vice Admiral, this old man does not have the authority or responsibility to handle the surrender of pirates from a Four Emperors faction."
His answer was steady and appropriate, leaving Katakuri unable to find fault with it. He knew very well that everything Issho had said was true, straight from the heart. It was precisely because of that sincerity that Katakuri could not give full vent to his anger.
He nodded steadily, as though acknowledging that Issho was right. Just as Katakuri turned