The Draw, a New Template!
Akainu's fist froze, then he glared at Kizaru: "Kizaru, get out of my way!"
Kizaru shrugged slightly, showing no intention of backing down. "I just don't want to clean up the mess. If we really ruin this place, it won't look good for either of us."
Akainu was stopped by Kizaru, and with nowhere to vent his anger, he could only let out a heavy snort and turn to leave.
He knew very well that with Kizaru mediating, this fight was unlikely to happen today.
After Akainu left, Ivan pretended to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded slightly to Kizaru: "Thank you for intervening and stopping him."
Kizaru waved his hand, his tone still nonchalant. "No need to thank me, I just didn't want to cause myself any trouble."
Then, he looked Ivan up and down, and said seriously, "Speaking of which, your strength has improved really quickly. In the future, this ocean will ultimately depend on young people like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kizaru's figure flickered, turning into golden light and disappearing into the distance in an instant.
Ivan gazed in the direction he had left, his expression gradually growing serious.
Of the Three Admirals, Akainu's obsession and Aokiji's hesitation are clearly written on their faces, but Kizaru the only one they can never see through.
This person always seems lazy and indifferent, yet he's always hard to figure out.
Turning his gaze away, Ivan walked towards Smoker was still standing in the same spot.
Smoker, head bowed, a half-smoked cigar dangling from his mouth, said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, because of me, you've offended Admiral Akainu."
Ivan patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "What's there to apologize for? Don't forget, we're friends."
After a pause, Ivan said earnestly, "Smoker, stop being confused by matters of justice. Just hold onto what's in your heart."
When you have enough power in the future, you will be able to protect more things and pursue a more genuine justice.
Smoker looked up at Ivan, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by determination.
He nodded emphatically, without saying anything more.
Yes, his power is too weak now, so weak that those people don't even take him seriously.
If he had Ivan's strength, the strength of Marine Admiral, he could also uphold his own sense of justice!
Smoker took a deep breath, stubbed out his cigar, looked up at Ivan, his eyes unwavering. "I've made up my mind. From now on, I'll follow you. I'm no longer your superior; I'll be your subordinate."
Ivan paused for a moment, then nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange smile crept onto his face.
Thinking back to the past few years, when Smoker had always been his direct superior, he realized that the tables had turned and Smoker was now his subordinate.
This feeling----
That's fantastic!
Smoker rolled his Byakugan at the sight of his suppressed laughter and smug expression.
It's obvious what this guy is thinking.
The death of Onigumo ultimately failed to cause much of a stir on the sea, and even the Fox's bounty was not increased further.
After all, compared to assassinating Celestial Dragons and plundering Heavenly Tribute, killing a Marine Vice Admiral is nothing to brag about.
Ivan stayed in Loguetown for a few more days, and after receiving orders from headquarters, he took Smoker back to Rainbase.
When the two arrived at the entrance of the Rain Dinners, Smoker was instantly stunned by the sight before him.
Smoker had heard of the Rain Dinners, but he hadn't expected it to be even more extravagant than he imagined.
This doesn't resemble a naval outpost at all; it's clearly a magnificent palace.
Of course, what shocked him most was not the extravagance of Ivan's current residence.
What shocked him even more was that whenever the residents of the Rainbase he passed along the way saw Ivan, they would stop and bow respectfully, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.
Clearly, Ivan is very popular in the city of Rainbase.
Smoker snapped out of his reverie, looked at Ivan beside him who remained calm, and said with a sigh, "Ivan, you've really grown so much. As for me, after all these years, I'm still stuck in the same place."
Upon hearing this, Ivan frowned slightly and glanced at him sideways. "What did you call me?"
Smoker paused, his lips twitched slightly, and his face was full of awkwardness.
After all, just a few years ago, Ivan was one of his soldiers, and now he had to address him as his superior, which was quite embarrassing.
But having already decided to follow Ivan, he wouldn't go back on his word. After a few seconds of silence, he finally managed to utter, "Commander Ivan."
"Hahaha!" Ivan burst into laughter on the spot, his previous seriousness vanishing instantly.
He patted Smoker on the shoulder and gestured with his chin toward a servant not far away. "Go, take Smoker to a guest room and settle him in properly."
The servant respectfully agreed and stepped forward to signal Smoker to follow.
After settling Smoker in, Ivan returned to his room.
Now it's time for the lucky draw!
However, when Ivan pushed open the door and entered his room, he was stunned.
There was already another figure in his room.
Robin, dressed in a simple black bikini, lay quietly on the bed, practicing yoga with a graceful figure.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, and her strong lines were faintly visible under the light.
Her long, black hair was casually draped over the edge of the bed, and her eyes held a languid allure.
Hearing the door open, she slowly stopped, turned her head to look at Ivan, a charming smile playing on her lips, and softly said, "You're back."
Ivan looked at the scene before him and sighed helplessly.
It's obvious that he won't be able to participate in the lottery for the time being.
Night had long since fallen, and all was quiet.
Only the waves on the shore are tireless, crashing against the coast wave after wave.
The rocks were pounded with a loud thud, and tiny droplets of water splashed up and fell back down, wetting the sand and gravel on the shore.
The wind swept across the sea, drifted over the coastal grasses, and carried with it a faint, almost imperceptible, groaning song.
The singing was extremely soft, intermittent, and tinged with a hoarse groan.
This scene continued until late into the night before gradually subsiding.
Meanwhile, Ivan smoothed the damp hair off Robin's cheek, then sat on the edge of the bed and began drawing lots.
Previously, he deliberately walked into a trap and stole two Devil Fruits from the Navy.
Now is the perfect time for a lucky draw!
Soon, the familiar card pool appeared before Ivan's eyes. Ivan's mind stirred slightly, and he clicked the draw button. Immediately afterward, the cards in front of him flashed rapidly.
Soon, a card appeared before Ivan's eyes.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the template: Madara Uchiha!]
[Congratulations! You have acquired the skill: Mangekyō Sharingan!]
[Mangekyō Sharingan: The ultimate Dōjutsu of the Uchiha Clan. Each eye possesses its own unique ability. When both eyes are activated, Susanoo be summoned, but its use continuously depletes vision, eventually leading to blindness.]