As he looked at the nearly murderous gazes of Saint Saturn and Saint Nusjuro, and their newly healed bodies,
Sengoku's face instantly filled with a complex mixture of "shock," "remorse," and "disbelief." His acting was exquisite.
The brilliant golden light around him quickly faded, and he released his enormous Buddha Form, returning to normal.
His once-crisp Fleet Admiral's coat had been torn during the earlier "fierce battle." Now it hung loosely over his shoulders, exposing his muscular upper body and making him look all the more disheveled and "sincere."
Sengoku took several quick steps forward, his face showing just the right amount of anxiety and self-reproach. He bowed slightly to the two Five Elders and said gravely, "My lords!
"This... this was all my failure! To think... to think I forced you to intervene personally, using your own bodies to stop a conflict among your subordinates!"
"As Fleet Admiral, I cannot escape responsibility for this!"
Then he whipped his head around, his face instantly turning icy as he sternly berated Gern, his voice brimming with "anguish" and "anger."
"Gern! Look at what you've done! What were you trying to do just now?!
"Were you really trying to kill me, the Fleet Admiral?! Why were you so ruthless?!"
Watching Sengoku's award-worthy performance, Gern was speechless.
Fuck, as if you were holding back just now. Did you think I didn't see Saint Saturn practically bursting with golden light?!
Still, Gern maintained his cold, defiant expression, his anger seemingly not yet spent.
He met Sengoku's gaze without backing down and answered coldly, even deftly dragging the two Navy Legends into it as shields.
"A fight is a fight! Whoever my enemy is, I'll give it everything I have and hold nothing back!
"That's the principle of combat Instructor Zephyr taught me, and the