Marine Headquarters·Marineford·Fleet Admiral's Office
The atmosphere in the office was so solemn that it could drip with water.
Fleet Admiral Sakazuki is like a volcano about to erupt, his face is terrifyingly gloomy.
On the desk in front of him, there were several emergency reports spread out.
"Bang!"
Akainu's casserole-sized fist, wrapped with lava heat, slammed hard on the expensive solid wood desk!
"Tsk--!"
A large black hole was instantly melted out of the solid desktop, with smoke and sparks still coming out from the edge, and a corner of the document was burned.
"Bastard!!" Akainu's roar almost overturned the roof, "Sengoku! Garp! Crane! These three old guys! What the hell are you doing?! They disappeared together?! When did it happen?! Don't you know what the situation is now?! You know how to cause trouble for me all day long! Make trouble!!"
In the corner of the office, Marine Admiral Borsalino is leisurely crossing his legs and holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
The moment Akainu hit the table, his body turned into a golden light and appeared at the window at the other end of the office, perfectly avoiding the splashing Magma and sparks.
He patted his chest exaggeratedly and said in a longer tone, "Wow~ It's so scary~ Sakazuki-san~ You're too angry~ The table is so expensive, and the maintenance fee is going to exceed the budget again. The little girl in the finance department will cry~ Mr. Sengoku, maybe they just... um... find a place to hold a retirement tea party?" He guessed without sincerity.
Just when Akainu's anger gauge was about to reach its limit, the office door was slammed open.
A sweaty, pale-faced communications soldier rushed in crawling on the ground, his voice crying, "Report... report Fleet Admiral! Something big... something bad is going to happen!"
Akainu glanced over fiercely. "Say!"
The communications soldier trembled with fright and stammered, "One... one smile Admiral! Fujitora Admiral! He... he is patrolling G-14 Branch Sea Area... suddenly lost contact! Together with his Warship! Vivre Card...Vivre Card, they were also pointing in an unknown direction and could not be traced!!"
"What--?!!" Akainu's pupils shrank instantly, and the violent Conqueror's Haki burst out uncontrollably. The glass windows of the entire office shattered with a "click"! The communication soldiers and the guards outside the door were directly knocked unconscious.
His body was trembling slightly due to extreme anger, his molten right arm was bubbling, and the temperature in the office rose sharply. "Fujitora?! Even him?! Good! Very good!"
Akainu laughed angrily, with a ferocious expression on his face, "Pretend! You are all pretending for me! Sengoku, Garp, He, Fujitora! You four old ghosts have agreed upon this, right?! Are you going to make a mass disappearance for me at this juncture?! Do you want to see my jokes?! Or do you want to force me into the palace?!"
He was completely caught up in his own logic and decided that this was a conspiracy against his Fleet Admiral authority.
"Let me check! Dig three feet into the ground to dig them out! You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when dead! No, you want to see people alive! I want to see where they can hide!"
The roar of Akainu echoed over Marineford.
Looking at the furious Akainu and the messy office, Kizaru took a slow sip of tea, a strange light flashed through his lens, and with his signature, annoying and leisurely tone, he said leisurely to the air, "Maybe... we really skipped work collectively to go to the hot springs? Sengoku Sang likes Sulfur Spring, Garp Sang may have gone to grab Senbei, Grandma He probably went shopping, Yixiao Sang... maybe she went to find a quiet place to sleep? It's great~ It's really enviable~ I really want to skip work and go on vacation~"
These words were like adding fuel to the fire. Akainu turned his head sharply, staring at Kizaru with his lava-like eyes. The few intact documents remaining in the office were instantly ignited by the high temperature.
Kizaru looked "innocent" as if he was just stating an obvious fact.
Different from the vacation Villa where the navy was imprisoned, in Kamui Space Core Area, there stands a more magnificent palace with a strange style.
On the highest floor of the palace, in a bedroom that was spacious enough for even Giant Tribe, an exaggerated round bed with a diameter of more than ten meters occupied the center position.
At this moment, this throne is bearing the sweetest and heaviest burden since its birth.
Boya·Hancock occupies the closest position to the right of Allen, like a proud Persian cat, with her slender legs crossed, one hand lazily placed on Allen's shoulder, and the other hand gently curling her long black hair.
She raised her head slightly, squinting at the others with her beautiful eyes that captivated all living beings, as if she was silently declaring her sovereignty.
"My Husband Lord will shine like the sun tomorrow, washing away all the filth!"
Her tone was full of unquestionable certainty, but her slightly tense jaw still revealed a hint of worry.
Yamato was sitting cross-legged on the left hand side of Allen. He was in high spirits and not at all nervous as before the war.
She was wearing combat attire, and Glazed Sword was leaning on the bed, ready to pick it up at any time.
She waved her fist, and her long white hair fluttered with her movements. "Oh oh oh! Allen! We must destroy that Imu tomorrow! Let the world see our power!"
Her eyes were astonishingly bright, full of Fighting Spirit will to inherit.
Nicole Robin sat elegantly on the edge of the bed, with a heavy ancient book spread out on her knees, tapping the pages lightly with her fingers.
She pushed up her non-existent glasses, with a faint smile on her lips, "According to the fragment records of Poneglyph and the fluctuation analysis of the space structure, Imu's ability has several theoretical weaknesses... Of course, the actual operation may require a little accident."
Her eyes swept over Allen, with insightful wisdom and a hint of narrow-mindedness.
Nana did not cling to Allen like others, but sat obediently.
Hiyori knelt on the soft cushion beside the bed, his posture gentle, like the quiet moonlight.
She held a cup of tea, blew the hot air gently, and said softly, "Lord Allen, please take care of yourself. I... will be here to pray for you and all the warriors."
Her voice was like a trickle, with soothing power. Next to her, there was a beautifully decorated short knife, implying that she was not without the ability to protect herself.
Perona is not sitting on the bed, but floating in the air, holding her huge Kumashi doll.
Several Negi-Negi Ghost were floating lazily around her.
She pouted. "Ah~ What a terrible feeling~ That Imu sounds very gloomy, even gloomier than Lord Moria! Perona really wants to hide... Allen, if we lose, will we all become Ghost? What about Kumashi?"
Negi-Negi Ghost whined "ho ho ho ho" at the right time, adding a touch of... weird cuteness to the bedroom?
[New Book: I Beat the Chosen One with Barrages]