"If we could reform these pirates who have strayed and guide them onto the path of justice, that would be a truly great deed!"
Borsalino spoke with a sigh, even obligingly letting a hint of admiration show in his eyes.
Xia Le paused, then smiled and nodded. "Borsalino, you really are my kindred spirit!"
"You understand me so well!"
Borsalino smiled. "Hehehehehe!"
Then he returned to his seat.
"Looks like I should just coast along when dealing with these well-connected pirates from now on!"
"That would certainly save me a lot of work!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru listened to their conversation, glanced up at them, then shook her head with a helpless smile.
At the Training Ground.
Kuma stood silently in the shade, watching the green-haired swordsman run with the Asura Class in the morning to build his stamina, exhausting himself until his lungs nearly burst.
At noon, he squatted beside Kuma and wolfed down his meal.
In the afternoon, he arrogantly pointed at the Asura Class trainees, challenging them to life-and-death duels before collapsing on the ground with serious injuries.
Despite himself, Kuma voiced a crude exclamation of admiration for the young man.
"Holy shit!"
Even Marine Headquarters probably never imagined that a pirate would be so brazen, training and challenging others right under their noses.
What exactly is that man thinking?
He actually lets a pirate roam so freely through Marine territory.
Even stranger, those monsters in the Asura Class actually play along, dueling him every day.
Kuma was bewildered and confused.
He was starting to feel he no longer understood this world.
A pirate was living among Marines, surrounded by his former enemies, yet he was completely free, even enjoying the thrill of battle and improving his strength.
How bizarre was that?
From that day onward, Roronoa Zoro