(I really couldn't keep writing, so I'm forcing an ending. The power levels are too high; I honestly don't know how to write it.)
As Zephyr sang a song honoring the deaths of Marines, Kuzan, dressed in a ronin outfit and carrying a backpack, came up behind him.
"So you really were here, Instructor Zephyr~ But I really hate that song~ All that honoring dead Marines isn't any fun at all." Standing a short distance away, Kuzan took a bottle of liquor from his backpack and tossed it over as he spoke.
"This is your favorite liquor, isn't it?" Kuzan said flatly when Zephyr caught it.
Zephyr didn't turn around. After catching the bottle, he lifted it and studied its label, saying nostalgically, "Ah~ This is the most badass liquor in the world."
"I often drink it just like you do~ Because I wanted to become a man as cool as you." Kuzan tilted his head, watching Zephyr, who kept staring at the empty grave.
Holding the bottle, Zephyr slowly rose and turned to Kuzan, saying firmly, "Have you come to talk sense into this stubborn old man? If so, sorry~ I'm not stopping."
Kuzan's expression darkened, his voice restrained. "Do you want to die?"
Zephyr smiled indifferently. "If I really die, then so be it. It's all to eliminate evil pirates. The Marines' justice isn't pure, because there's an evil greater than pirates sitting above them."
As he spoke, Zephyr suddenly tossed the bottle in his hand. "Haha~ What's the point of telling you all this? Sorry~ You should leave. I have something important to do now. As for this liquor, let's drink it the next time we meet."
Kuzan's expression turned icy. Looking at his teacher, who refused to listen, he coated his arm in Armament Haki and