Can I Join You?

Then throw it overboard!

Glug--!!

A dull thud echoed as Fisher Tiger looked intently into Koala's tear-filled eyes and spoke, word by word.

"Us--!"

"It won't kill anyone..."

Having said that, he abruptly stood up, his robes billowing behind him, and loudly announced, "Let's go, men..."

"This child must be sent back to his hometown!!"

"Waaaaah!!"

"Wow--!!!"

A loud wail echoed throughout the entire Pirates ship.

The New World.

Raijin Island remained shrouded in dark clouds, with countless bolts of purple Thunderbolt resembling a bridge connecting the island to the sky.

Looking from a distance.

It's like a giant cage of lightning!

Boom--!!!

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a column of water, poured down, followed by a deafening roar like the earth splitting apart.

Today is a thunderstorm that occurs on Raijin Island every seven days.

Giant pillars of Thunderbolt would occasionally fall from all over the island, as if the gods were bringing down punishment!

However, the indigenous people who have lived here for many years have long been accustomed to it and have found its magic in the Lightning-Repelling Umbrella.

They were able to secure their basic survival needs, and occasionally they would scramble for necessities from Pirates who wanted to land on the island. They lived a rather comfortable life.

Wendy Chris is one of the island's natives. As the leader of the island's patrol team, her daily job is to go out of the island and sell Lightning-Repelling Umbrella to passing Pirates.

Tonight, she has lost count of how many times she has suffered from insomnia.

The impression left on her by the navy officer who landed on the island a month ago was simply too great.

Thunderbolt...

In her mind, formed from childhood, it was always the most Yamato and destructive force.

But now, suddenly a navy has appeared.

Bathing in Thunderbolt directly with her own body had an unparalleled Impact on her worldview.

Previously, she had received some information from the outside world through the occasional Pirates who landed on the island.

However, these understandings are too superficial. They merely know that there is a distinction between the Navy and Pirates in the outside world, but lack an intuitive understanding of the true powerhouses.

Naturally, he didn't recognize the renowned admiral Candidate Admiral.

Squeak--!!!

Chris gently pushed open the charred black door and cautiously peered through the crack to observe the situation outside.

The roof of the house is covered with special plants from the island, which effectively protect it from Thunderbolt strikes.

Applying a specially formulated adhesive before a thunderstorm can protect against even more intense lightning strikes.

"It's him again?!"

Chris's pupils suddenly contracted, and her face showed an expression of extreme shock.

She absolutely did not admit her mistake.

For the past month, she has seen the navy man bathing in Thunderbolt with ease almost every night.

However, this was the first time they had seen each other during a thunderstorm that occurs every seven days.

It wasn't that the other party deliberately avoided the thunderstorm weather when landing on the island...

However, even if there are special methods that allow them to survive more terrifying thunderstorms, it doesn't mean they can survive them.

But she only dared to hide in the safe house, trembling with fear, and dared not cross the line.

I simply couldn't suppress my curiosity today.

Unexpectedly...

At this moment, the sky was not filled with the usual raging Thunderbolt, but rather with thick, gathering dark clouds that created a sense of oppression.

Dark purple arcs of electricity danced through the clouds like giant, rolling dragons!

Atlas hovered silently in mid-air, looking up at the rolling thunderclouds that were gathering terrifying power. This place was just the right distance between the sky and the earth.

"Mamaragan..."

"Heavenly Guidance!!"

He shouted it down.

A torrent of Thunderbolt roared down, and thick pillars of lightning, like wild horses unleashed, converged relentlessly upon Atlas!

Boom--!!

Lightning flashed and lingered for a long time.

In an instant.

The once dimly lit Raijin Island was illuminated as if it were daytime, and the purplish-black Thunderbolt seemed to be the only thing in the world!

The rich aroma of Roast Meat washed over human taste buds again and again, while a blazing flame suddenly appeared within the lightning pillar.

There were no shrill screams, only an incessant roar filling the air!

--a long time!

As if she had lost all sense of time, Chris, who was secretly observing from afar, was so shocked that she was almost speechless, staring blankly at Atlas, whose figure was slowly becoming visible in the sky.

Like a demon, like a god!!

The Thunderbolt dissipated, and darkness returned to the world. At this moment, Raijin Island enjoyed an unprecedented peace, with thick, dark clouds still pressing down on the island.

Click--!!!

In the silence, the upright figure in mid-air slowly twisted, the charred shell peeled away, revealing fair skin and a strong body. Purple arcs of electricity flickered across the skin, and the muscles all over the body became even more solid and heavy!

"So comfortable~"

Atlas casually stretched, and immediately his joints cracked loudly.

Over the past month.

He practically shuttled between the base and Raijin Island, and the physical benefits were indeed greater than with conventional training methods.

For him, physical strength is fundamental.

Because both the use of Talisman and their application require a strong physique.

He now understands that the power of Talisman has no upper limit; it's just that their uses differ under the rules of the Pirates world.

As for how much power Atlas can unleash, that depends entirely on Atlas himself.

But...

Atlas suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of mist, foreseeing that unknowable future.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've been back to Marineford.

Chapter 228 Can I join?

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Inside Kizaru's office.

Kizaru remained in that half-dead, listless state, occasionally taking a puff of his cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke, looking quite content.

Of all the Candidate Admiral in this Marine Headquarters, he was the only one not stationed in the New World.

Occasionally, he is responsible for the security of Marine Headquarters and the Science Unit to which Vegapunk belongs.

This is much more comfortable than fighting and killing those terrifying Pirates overlords in the New World.

After all.

The Science Unit was located in an extremely well-hidden location, making it almost impossible for anyone to find them, so he didn't need to worry about it too much.

As for the Marine Headquarters, no Pirates with even a modicum of sense would attempt to Impact Marineford.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sengoku had given him the task of chasing the Fish-Man Fisher Tiger these past few years, the wrinkles on his face probably wouldn't have appeared so quickly.

"This is so frustrating!"

Kizaru grimaced and subconsciously made a motion as if to pick his ear.

"Vice Admiral Borsalino? Are you listening?"

The navy officer with a thick head of hair looked exasperated, staring speechlessly at Kizaru was clearly lost in thought.

"Ah~ I'm listening~"

You can continue~

Upon hearing this, Kizaru paused in his actions, his gaze refocusing on the Marines in front of his desk.

The navy officer rolled his eyes. As Kizaru's Aide-de-Camp, he was already used to his superior's slacking off.

I didn't pay any attention and continued reporting.

"We received a tip from the villagers on Foulshout Island that a group of Fish-Man are about to land on the island, and their characteristics match those of the Sun Pirates we've been hunting, so..."

Bang--!!!

The sound of a door opening abruptly interrupted the Aide-de-Camp's report.

His forehead veins bulged, his eyes bulged, and he glared fiercely towards the door.

"Long time no see, Vice Admiral Kizaru!"

Atlas slowly stepped into the office and greeted Kizaru with a smile.

"Vice Admiral White Hou!"

The Aide-de-Camp immediately tensed up, his expression quickly softening, and gave Atlas a standard naval salute as he slowly approached.

Have to!

This is yet another one I can't afford to mess with!

Candidate Admiral, almost a certainty for future Admiral.

Moreover, the person in front of him was a specially created alternate seat by the Five Elders, and his future was very bright.

"Hey~ Strawberry's here too."

Atlas tilted his head to look at the navy man with an astonishing amount of hair in front of him, and returned the smile.

Unlike Akainu and Kuzan, he spent more time at Marine Headquarters, so he inevitably had to deal with Kizaru and was also familiar with his Aide-de-Camp.

A rare Two-Sword Style swordsman; I even had a brief spar with him once.

His abilities are quite good among Rear Admiral.

This is Atlas's assessment.

"Atlas? Weren't you doing just fine in the New World? Why did you suddenly run back to Marineford?"

Kizaru showed no intention of getting up.

If I can lie down, I will never sit; if I can sit, I will never stand!

"Anyway, there's nothing going on in the New World right now, so I thought I'd come back and check it out. But you..."

"Things are getting more and more relaxed at Marine Headquarters."

Atlas knew Kizaru's temperament, so he showed no annoyance and teased him softly.