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Chapter 1059: Tomorrow You Will Change Into Proper Uniform!
Chapter 1059: Tomorrow You Will Change Into Proper Uniform!
Down in the depths of Impel Down, Donquixote Doflamingo was stirring up trouble, while in Mariejois, five old men had just reached a decision.
"Hmm, understood. We’ll proceed accordingly."
In the Rights Chamber, the five elders remained in their signature poses. The curly-haired elder sat there, listening through a Transponder Snail’s receiver before hanging it up and turning to the group.
The curly-haired Elder announced, "The decision’s been made."
After a moment of silence, the Bearded Elder spoke first: "Then so be it. Kuro has fulfilled his promise."
The blade-wielding Elder nodded: "Indeed. The World’s Greatest Swordsman title—though he didn’t defeat Shanks, he still achieved remarkable feats."
The red-skinned Elder added, "According to intelligence, Kuro never engaged Shanks directly. He missed his chance, and with Hawk-Eye allied to Shanks, if a true confrontation arose, Kuro might struggle against them both."
"True enough."
The Elder with map-like markings on his head spoke gravely: "Kuro’s cunning—knowing when to conserve strength—makes him reliable. One opponent suffices. Having a Navy officer claim the World’s Greatest Swordsman title will greatly enhance the World Government’s prestige."
"Agreed", the others nodded.
"Then—" The map-patterned Elder surveyed the room. "We’ve decided—Borsalino steps down. Lucius Kro takes Marineford-scale authority."
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Headquarters
"Storbery, Brother, you’ve arrived?"
At the entrance of a grand meeting hall within Headquarters, Kuro stood by the doorway like a greeter, waiting for arrivals.
"Kuro, you’re greeting guests personally?" Storbery raised an eyebrow, then quickly understood. He stroked his long beard with satisfaction. "Makes sense. It’s about time this responsibility fell to you."
Kuro tilted his head, puzzled but still replying, "Gramps ordered me to greet personally. You know how superiors are—I had no choice but to comply."
This was an internal gathering. He hadn’t even brought his own subordinates. With Gramps issuing orders, protocol left him no room to refuse.
"I’ll head in first." Storbery chuckled, stepping inside.
Kuro leaned against the doorframe, pulling out a steam-powered cigar and lighting it with a lighter. He exhaled a puff of white smoke. "Freakin’ annoying. Why’d they stick me with greeting duties?"
"Vice Admiral!" A running officer saluted sharply as he arrived.
"Inside with you", Kuro nodded, far less courteous than with Storbery.
At his current rank, only someone of Storbery’s seniority warranted such manners. Rank demanded decorum—acting unbecoming would reflect poorly.
Aokiji. Doflamingo. Storbery. Dalmatian. Togeko. Borsalino. Six elite Vice Admirals—former pillars of Sakazuki’s faction, remnants of Kuzan’s camp, and neutrals like Dalmatian (never Gramps’ loyalist). Only Storbery had served Gramps since his early days.
The meeting required Vice Admiral rank or higher—no junior officers permitted. One by one, Admirals and Vice Admirals streamed in, surprising Kuro. The summons had traveled far—officers rushed from distant bases. Calculating mentally, he realized over three hundred Vice Admirals and above had gathered—no small feat. Gramps’ factional might was truly staggering.
"Big brother!" A familiar goofy voice called. Sengoku approached in his signature loincloth and hooded cloak.
Kuro shot him a sideways glance. "You’re a Vice Admiral—why not wear proper dress uniform? Still parading around in that rag? Did your parents buy a lifetime supply at birth?"
Sengoku blinked. "It’s my style! I’ve got three cabinets full!" He proudly held up three fingers.
Kuro smacked him upside the head. "You’re proud of that?!"
At 2.8 meters tall, Sengoku loomed, but Kuro’s punch still landed like swatting a child.
"Three cabinets? I’ll give you three cabinets!" Kuro kicked Sengoku’s backside. "Tomorrow, you’re changing into proper uniform at Old Man’s place! Wear anything else and I’ll beat you within an inch of your life!"
Sengoku stumbled inside, rubbing his rear. "I’m the last one, Big Brother. Everyone else is in."
Kuro exhaled cigar smoke. "Hmph. Get in then."
Inside the dimly lit hall, Gramps hadn’t arrived yet. The grand seats below his main throne overflowed with Vice Admirals—some legs kicked up, others cross-legged or slouched sideways, cigar smoke thick in the air.
Sengoku found a seat while Kuro marched to the front, scowling at the disorder.
"Ahem!" He coughed—useless. They kept chatting and lounging.
Gritting his teeth, Kuro barked, "You lot—sit properly for Old Man!"
Silence. Every officer snapped upright.
Kuro gestured angrily. "What a mess! Smoking, drinking, and that idiot in a loincloth—remember you’re Navy! Show some freakin’ decorum!"
He exhaled another defiant puff of smoke.
The Marines sat frozen.
Sengoku: "…"
Why did he always single me out?
(End of Chapter)
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