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Chapter 98 Admiral's Authority, Target Impel Down!

Chapter 98 Admiral's Authority, Target Impel Down!

"This ocean has been turned upside down because of you, Black Xie."

Inside the castle tower, Sengoku, who had just put down his newspaper, said with some emotion.

"Glug glug... Ha—I'm alive again. The whole 'earth-shattering' thing is a bit of an exaggeration. And, Marshal Sengoku, you can just call me Roy."

"Black Xie and stuff, that sounds a bit embarrassing."

In front of him, Roy, who had downed a bottle of iced cola in one go, let out a deep breath.

"Also, could you please cancel those upcoming interviews and such? They feel even more tiring than fighting against Professor Zephyr."

He scratched his head.

"...If you could stop drinking so heavily in my office, I might consider it."

During the Warring States period, his forehead turned black.

The old ones are like this, and the young ones are like this too—why do they always like to eat and drink in his office? Is this some kind of official naval canteen?

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

While apologizing, Roy casually handed the Coke bottle to Yang Yi, who had come over from the side. Yang Yi was Sengoku's pet.

"...Don't feed it!"

After the usual informal conversation inside the castle tower, Roy looked at Sengoku: "So... Marshal Sengoku, what is it you wanted to see me about?"

"It's Zefa."

The Warring States period was clearly not one to dawdle; it got straight to the point.

"Zeff-sensei? Didn't he already go and form a pirate guerrilla crew with Binz and the others?"

Luo Yi was also taken aback when he heard this.

Shortly after the military exercises concluded, Zephyr, having recovered slightly, decisively installed the newly tested and supposedly more effective shredder amidst the desperate cries of the doctors in the medical ward. As instructed, he then led Binz and the others away from the Navy.

"You brat—go do your own thing. Men don't need to be seen off when they leave."

The old man remained as carefree and bold as ever.

Of course, Ain and Binz did leave Roy a special Den Den Mushi for emergency contact or to transmit intelligence.

"That's right—but before he left, he left you something."

"Warring States" said in a deep voice.

"Things? What things?"

Roy frowned, becoming somewhat curious.

"To be precise, it's a set of permissions."

Sengoku said softly, then took a document from beside him and handed it to Roy.

Roy took the document, but after a quick glance, his expression changed drastically.

"This is..."

Even he was genuinely surprised at this moment.

At this moment, the Warring States period began to explain in a deep voice.

"Back then, Zephyr's family was killed by pirates, which led him to withdraw from the front lines."

"That incident was entirely due to the government's poor control."

His voice turned somewhat cold as he spoke.

Isn't that right?

The families of admirals are naturally entitled to the care and protection of the world government and the navy.

However, Zephyr's wife and children were killed by pirates—no matter how the reason is explained, the government bears an unshirkable responsibility.

"Fleet Admiral Kong felt very guilty and made a special request to the World Government to allow Zephyr to permanently retain his rank of Admiral and a unique set of privileges, which remains the case to this day."

Sengoku then pointed to the document: "And now, the pirate guerrilla force that Zephyr is about to establish is a covert force," so he recently submitted an application to Fleet Admiral Kong and me, and this authorization will be transferred to you."

At this point, he was also somewhat moved.

"The authority includes many parts—the right of unimpeded passage through waters under the jurisdiction of the World Government, full authority over Zephyr's own training base, the temporary command and mobilization authority over most naval branches, the discretionary power to leave port and carry out missions without reporting to headquarters, only needing to submit a mission report afterward, the management and expansion authority of his own military, and the coordination and intelligence access authority with the various subordinate agencies of the World Government and the military..."

He said this, and Roy listened while looking at the documents in his hand, feeling quite shocked himself.

He knew that the Warring States period did not exaggerate—based on the contents of the document, he could obtain considerably exaggerated privileges.

In summary, these permissions...

"Except for not having the authority to issue a Buster Call, he is almost equivalent to a full-fledged general."

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Yes—only the admirals, who symbolize the highest combat power in the navy, have such high authority.

"Teacher Zephyr..."

Roy could almost hear Zephyr's words in his ear.

"Kid—you've graduated."

"Inherit everything from me, and then do whatever you want!"

Roy grinned.

"Old man, you really trust me."

Shortly after, Roy, having signed the documents and left the castle tower, returned to the headquarters of the detention forces.

"Speaking of which, Smoker seems to be getting discharged from the hospital soon. How about we invite him and Tina to a party?"

As darkness fell, Roy walked along, lost in thought.

That cigar-smoking guy injured himself by punching him in the face last time to avoid paying the bill—it was outrageous! He couldn't let such a huge loss slide; he had to get his revenge before the guy went to Loguetown!

But just as Roy was contemplating such inhuman thoughts...

"One! Two!—!"

"One! Two!—!"

As he walked to the training ground of the detention center, he was surprised to hear the sound of orderly footsteps and training coming from inside.

He paused for a moment, then quietly approached the fence of the training field.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

"Is it haunted?"

Even though it was already night, the training ground was still packed with people.

The soldiers of the detention unit were actually doing a synchronized running training exercise.

The most absurd thing is that in the squadron belonging to the "Black Loyalty", the two people leading the way were actually Fal and Hans.

"Ha...ha...ha...brothers!"

At this moment, their physical strength was clearly greatly depleted, and they were sweating profusely, even their steps were unsteady.

But Farrell kept shouting, "Ten more laps!"

Meanwhile, Hans roared, "That bastard Roy is now a general candidate—if we continue as before, he'll definitely laugh at us mercilessly when he has a free time!"

"We... are the direct subordinates of a general candidate!"

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Ten laps not enough! Twenty more laps!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"*

The unified shouts and enthusiastic atmosphere left Roy momentarily stunned.

"Are those two guys really that serious?"

He chuckled and shook his head.

But it is precisely at this moment...

"How could it not be that bad?"

He heard a voice behind him.

Roy wasn't surprised. He turned around and saw Lieutenant General Bilos standing there happily with a dumpling in his hand.

At this moment, the lieutenant general was also looking at the soldiers training hard on the training field in the distance.

Even though he had managed the detention forces for many years, this was the first time he had ever seen the soldiers in such a state.

He was well aware of the reasons behind it.

"Who told you to be so strong, like a monster, all without making a sound?"

"They...just don't want to fall too far behind you—after all, you're their leader."

Lieutenant General Bilos smiled as he looked at the young man in front of him.

This is the power of a flag.

When people run toward a flag they admire, they can unleash power far exceeding their own abilities.

Even Lieutenant General Billoy was the same.

He had long believed that Roy would be outstanding and would become the manager of the detention center in the future, and might even change the detention center.

But according to his original plan, it would take at least several decades.

He hadn't expected the other party to be this outstanding.

"Well done, kid."

Upon hearing this, Roy looked at his superior, who had taken good care of him over the years, and said, "Thank you for your praise."

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Lieutenant General Bilos said no more, but simply waved to him: "In that case, let's go."

"Walk?"

Roy was taken aback: "Where to?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'll be retiring after the military exercises."

Lieutenant General Bilos said with a smile, "I have already submitted a report to Sengoku, and the position of commander of the detention force will be transferred to you. However, before that... I will naturally take you to have a final handover."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yi was also taken aback.

He was surprised by Lieutenant General Bilos's decisive choice to retire, but upon reflection, it made sense—that was just the old man's personality.

A moment later, he realized the meaning behind the other person's words.

Handover of work?

Obviously, for Roy, who had been in the detention center for many years, most of the internal work of the detention center did not require any handover; he knew it all inside and out.

Therefore, the only answer is...

"Let's go."

Lieutenant General Bilos laughed and said, "Let's go to Impel Down."

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