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Chapter 1092: The Admiral I Never Wanted
Chapter 1092: The Admiral I Never Wanted
After Jaindu’s roar, silence fell. He stepped back half a pace, as did Lucius Kro, who grinned while watching Admiral Kuro.
Kuro froze on the spot, staring at the crowd below. He wanted to crack a sarcastic remark, but the solemn atmosphere made it feel inappropriate.
Yet saying nothing at all felt equally awkward.
“Uh…”
“Admiral! Admiral Kuro!!”
“Admiral Kuro!!!”
Before Kuro could finish, thunderous cheers erupted from below.
Kas’s face turned crimson as he bellowed, blue veins bulging on his neck. Beside him, Wilbur clenched his fists, wildly cheering like a fanboy idolizing his hero.
Their roars ignited similar chants from others in the crowd.
“Admiral Kuro!”
“Admiral Kuro!”
“Admiral Kuro!”
Gradually, the shouts synchronized into perfect unison. Tens of thousands of Navy personnel raised their voices in a single, deafening cry.
Kuro’s sharp eyes caught a tiny, white-haired figure in the crowd, enthusiastically punching the air in celebration.
“What the hell is going on…”
Instinctively, Kuro pulled a cigar box from his coat pocket, lit one, and raised a hand to silence the crowd. Immediately, the noise died down.
He exhaled a plume of smoke, letting it drift through the air as he gazed at the sea of faces before speaking slowly: “In the name of Justice, we will allow no wickedness to take root.”
His voice was soft, yet amplified by his Devil Fruit ability, carrying clearly to every Navy officer present.
“Comrades, for Justice!” Kuro declared, then turned and strode into Castle Tower.
The crowd stood in stunned silence.
The moment Kuro disappeared indoors, the roar returned like a tidal wave, shaking the buildings with its intensity.
“For Justice!!!”
The sheer volume made the walls tremble.
“Hmph, guess they’ve got some lung power,” Kuro muttered, entering the hall. He shook his head, the cigar still clenched in his teeth, and unceremoniously plopped into the large chair beside Sakazuki.
“You’re the one who’ll be carrying the torch now, young man,” Admiral Fujita chuckled. “Congratulations—you’re officially an Admiral as of today.”
“Great… an Admiral now,” Kuro grumbled, biting his cigar. “Didn’t even have a chance to prepare for this.”
“That’s how the World works. You don’t get time to prepare for these things,” Fujita replied. “We were the same—threw ourselves into battles against pirates with no warning back in our day.”
“Haha, absolutely!” Garp boomed.
“Being an Admiral’s not that different from before,” Sengoku added. “Don’t stress over it, Kuro!”
“You’re all so quick to talk,” Kuro glared at the two before turning to Lucius Kro. “Gramps, now that you’re retiring, what’ll you do?”
Sakazuki answered: “Don’t worry—we’ve arranged for him to become a Navy Supervision, same as Sengoku.”
“Oh, sounds easy enough. Guess the old man gets a vacation now.”
Lucius Kro grinned. “Maybe go fishing or something. How about it, Kuro? Your Pegasus Island got a spot for me?”
“Stop making it sound like I’m kicking you out,” Kuro snapped. “Pegasus Island is open to all Navy personnel. If you come, you’ll get free access, obviously!”
“Heh, the perks of being a big boss,” Lucius chuckled. “Well, old man’ll rest there for a while, then try something new with my life.”
The Navy Supervision role was a ceremonial position—low authority, just a bit of oversight. Its real power came not from the title itself but from the prestige behind it. Only Admirals could hold such a post.
Retired Admirals couldn’t keep their military rank, but Vice Admirals could retain theirs post-retirement. The Navy, backed by the World Government’s wealth, offered generous subsidies to retirees unless they chose to leave entirely.
Unless they were someone like Garp, whose fame demanded special retention, others had fewer options. Lucius Kro’s choices were limited to Supervision—otherwise, he’d have to resign outright, like Kuzan did. Even then, Kuzan remained tied to the Navy in many ways.
Of course, retirees could pursue other careers outside the Navy, as long as they weren’t pirates or Black Gang members. Even the Black Gang wasn’t technically illegal—there were plenty in the Grand Line. If Lucius Kro wanted to join, he’d just need to take off his Navy coat and become a crime boss overnight.
But that would be disgraceful.
Who’d leave the Navy to join the Black Gang? It’d be a stain on their reputation.
The Navy liked to present itself as noble, but their methods weren’t so different from yakuza bosses. The biggest gang leader in the Grand Line was sitting in the Fleet Admiral’s seat.
“Enough. I’ll settle my office as an Admiral now. We’ll deal with the rest later,” Kuro sighed, exhausted, as he stood to leave.
“Sure, I’ll send you the files later,” Fujita nodded. “Borsalino, handle any other transfers directly with Kuro.”
“Nothing to transfer,” Lucius Kro grinned. “Kuro’s already done most of my work. You’re not keeping my old office, are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Your office was a dump. I want something luxurious. And I’m not keeping that ‘Vague Justice’ sign. I’m the representative of ‘Safety’s Justice’ now!” Kuro’s lips twitched.
As for actual transfer details…
There wasn’t much.
Admiral powers were vast—no need to report to the Fleet Admiral. Though technically a half-rank beneath him, both answered directly to the World Government. Admirals, or “Navy Governors,” operated independently, even with Pacifistas.
When Kuro was Vice Admiral, he used Pacifistas freely, with Lucius Kro covering him. Now, the only difference was cutting out the middleman.
The real change? Now he’d face the World Nobles directly.
“Whatever,” Kuro muttered, leaving the Fleet Admiral’s office. He exhaled smoke, sighing deeply.
Starting today, he’d officially become an Admiral—living the life of one, for better or worse.
Would he move his “Safety’s Justice” sign to a new office at Headquarters? Spend his days napping like Kuzan? Or trimming his nails like Gramps?
If it weren’t for the World Nobles, this chaos, and the constant pressure, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
(End of Chapter)
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