My Brain Went AWOL

"Warden, we searched all of Impel Down, but there was no sign of former Chief Jailer Sadi or the four Jailer Beasts."

"After reviewing the surveillance Den Den Mushi, we can confirm that five hours ago, former Chief Jailer Sadi secretly boarded Major General Wilton's warship with the four Jailer Beasts."

"According to the doctor, Sadi herself suffered from a severe sadistic disorder. Her first encounter with Major General Wilton nearly got her killed, which caused a change in her condition. Not only did Sadi not hate Major General Wilton, she greatly admired him and may even have fallen in love with him."

The office fell silent.

Magellan stared fixedly at the surveillance footage playing before him. Five hours earlier, Sadi, covered in bandages, had furtively led the four equally bandaged Jailer Beasts aboard Wilton's warship.

Then, three hours ago, the warship had left Impel Down.

"What?"

What kind of move was that, Sadi?

Was this another kind of mental illness? She had developed feelings of admiration and affection for Wilton, the man who had nearly beaten her to death?

Why?

Shouldn't they normally have been irreconcilable enemies?

Was the world of mental patients really this absurd?

That was like cutting his ass open with a knife just to open his eyes.

And it would have been one thing if she had left alone, but she had even abducted the four Jailer Beasts. Did that count as betrayal?

"Contact Major General Wilton immediately."

Magellan would have been lying if he said he was not angry. If word got out, where would he put his face? It was one thing for all his subordinates to be lunatics, but at a critical moment, they had even taken everything they could carry.

They clearly had no respect for him.

"Yes!"

At the same time.

Across the vast, rolling sea, a warship sped toward Marine Headquarters at Marineford. After fighting Dragon in Loguetown, Dalmatian had called and told Wilton to make a stop at Marine Headquarters.

Because Great Staff Officer Tsuru wanted to meet him.

Over the past five years, Wilton had fought bravely and earned quite a reputation on the Grand Line, even gaining the title of Marine Tough Guy.

He had earned that title because, aside from being fearless and unafraid of death in battle, Wilton was also hard enough.

His mysteriously confident Iron Body did not merely make his body hard; it had made his will hard as well.

In short, he was hard everywhere.

A true hard man in every sense.

Moreover, he was upright and had earned plenty of merit. With Dalmatian often boasting about him among the vice admirals, it was impossible for Sengoku and Tsuru not to know about him.

After Wilton's battle with Dragon in Loguetown, Sengoku had wanted Tsuru to meet him, or rather, to observe him on Sengoku's behalf.

As Fleet Admiral.

Sengoku understood the importance of talent very well. He quietly kept an eye on promising Marines like this, cultivating any who could be cultivated.

Fortunately, he had several close friends who had been through life and death with him. Otherwise, it would not have been so easy for him to secure his position as Fleet Admiral, whether internally or externally.

For example, Zephyr had trained many of the Marine's backbone, allowing Sengoku to take office and act boldly without worrying about a shortage of talent.

Then there was Tsuru, who had shared much of his workload.

And Garp. Though he was usually unreliable, he always delivered when it mattered. He was responsible for going out and intimidating the great pirates, practically Sengoku's number-one enforcer.

Even Sakazuki, Kuzan, and Borsalino, the three admirals—though each had their own issues—remained under his control.

He sat securely in the Fleet Admiral's seat and wielded considerable power.

Sengoku knew that his attention could not remain fixed solely on the upper and middle ranks of the Marines. He also had to look to the lowest ranks; in fact, the lowest ranks were even more important than the upper and middle ones.

That was why he paid attention to and cultivated promising Marines. In the future, these talented Marines would become the backbone of the organization.

"Buru buru~"

The Den Den Mushi rang urgently.

"Major General Wilton, former Chief Jailer Sadi and the four Jailer Beasts may be on your warship. Please capture them at once."

Wilton answered the Den Den Mushi and, upon hearing Magellan's roaring voice, could not help holding it away from his ear. Then he glanced speechlessly at the one woman and four beasts kneeling on the deck before him, rubbing their hands together with pleading expressions.

It was obvious.

The four Jailer Beasts were somewhat unwilling. With snot bubbles hanging from their noses, they stared blankly at Wilton. Clearly, Sadi had threatened them earlier.

Honestly.

When Sadi and the four Jailer Beasts had been caught by his men and brought to him, he had been stunned. He had never expected that crazy woman and the Jailer Beasts to appear here.

Strictly speaking, their relationship was terrible.

More importantly, the way that crazy woman named Sadi looked at him was deeply wrong. The moment they met, she had asked him to hammer her with dumbbells.

No matter what method he used, she only wanted him to torment and abuse her wildly and without mercy. That coy, eager, exhilarated look of hers had made Wilton's brain go AWOL on the spot.

He had never encountered such a request before.

Was she asking to be abused?

A masochist?

He soon discovered that it was an illness, and a terminal one at that.

Although Wilton was an absolute believer in gender equality, he could not possibly start abusing someone without reason. When Sadi had attacked him in Impel Down, he had fought back in kind.

It had been a fair duel.

They were even.

So he had directly refused Sadi's unreasonable request, planning to hand her over to other officers once they returned to Marineford.

Who could have expected that while he trained, Sadi would keep harassing him from the side? In the end, Wilton's patience ran out. After all, he did not have much time left.

He slapped her away, sending Sadi spinning 360 degrees into the sky before she crashed into the cabin wall and coughed up blood nonstop.

At the time, Wilton had gone numb. His mouth hung open as both his worldview and his values suffered an unprecedented shock.

He thought of a condition: Stockholm Syndrome, a psychological disorder in which a victim fell in love with their abuser.

It was bizarre enough.

But once he remembered that this was the world of pirates, it made perfect sense. There were all kinds of mentally ill people here, like BABY-5, the Weapon-Weapon Fruit user who would do anything so long as someone needed her.

There were also people with split personalities like Charlotte Pudding and Cavendish.

The key was that Sadi herself was already a severely sadistic mental patient. She had a record.

As a mentally normal person, Wilton could neither understand it nor wished to understand it. He had little interest in Sadi, even if her looks, figure, and strength were all decent.

If he had to choose, he would definitely choose the four Jailer Beasts, who were more useful and stronger.

"Understood, Warden Magellan."

Wilton nodded at the Den Den Mushi, then ended the call.

"Lord Wilton, please don't send me away. I can do anything."

The moment the call ended, Sadi wailed and threw herself around Wilton's right leg. Tears filled her eyes as she eagerly awaited Wilton ravaging and abusing her.

Goodbye, Impel Down. Pleasure, here I come!

"Beyond saving."

Wilton twitched his lips and gestured for several subordinates to drag Sadi away and guard her strictly. Once they reached Marineford, he would hand her over to someone else.

It was better to have less contact with lunatics like this. Otherwise, his brain would not be enough, and he would have terrible luck too!