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Chapter 711: Illusion, Right?
Chapter 711: Illusion, Right?
In the crowd, Kas noticed Wilbur gazing at Kuro's retreating figure, his expression distant as though recalling something. Lowering his head, Wilbur scribbled notes into a small book. Curious, Kas asked,
"What are you writing?"
"Kuromr.'s words."
Wilbur answered solemnly, his pen moving steadily. "I believe every word from Kuromr. deserves careful consideration. Each carries the aura of Justice. Some truths elude us now due to our limited understanding, but that won't stop me from memorizing them first. I'll grasp their meaning later."
He tapped the page with his pen, pointing at a line. "Take this sentence—Kuromr. said, 'That King dares to sentence him to demotion and exile?'"
"From this, you can see Kuromr. fears no demotion or exile in his pursuit of Justice. He sacrifices for his comrades without hesitation!"
Wilbur's voice wavered with emotion. "Just for the sake of those fallen Navy... He'd go this far!"
Sacrifices were commonplace on the Grand Line, an accepted reality for Navy personnel. Even Vice Admiral Aokiji, known for his ruthless displays of authority, treated subordinates' lives as expendable.
"But Kuromr. is different!"
Kas interjected, his eyes glistening. "He'd defy the World Meeting itself to honor his men! Such officers! Such Navy!"
Wilbur's eyes brimmed with tears. "Only a Navy like this truly embodies Justice!"
"You're right, Wilbur!" Kas clenched his fists, voice booming. "Remember this moment! Kuromr.'s words of Glory inspire us all. Keep recording his teachings—only by internalizing them can we truly walk the path of Justice!"
He gestured grandly. "The Justice he imparts, preserved in writing, will echo through eternity!"
"Kas!"
Wilbur spun around, eyes blazing with passion.
"Wilbur!" Kas roared, seizing his comrade's hand in a crushing grip.
The two locked eyes, an electric tension crackling between them, their shared aura palpable.
"Uncle, I'm getting chills!" Moer exclaimed, eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold.
Sazil sighed, rubbing his temples. On a ship full of eccentrics, he often felt like the sole voice of reason—and the pressure showed.
With the Fishmen defeated, the Navy began retrieving their comrades' corpses from the sea. The Golden Lion resumed its journey to G-3.
Days later, the fortress loomed ahead. The fallen were laid in the grand hall, where Kuro led their final rites. He stood at the forefront, gazing at the Navy-flag-draped bodies, silent in mourning before exhaling deeply.
Death was inevitable in the Navy. Even back in East Blue's Base 153, battles against pirates had claimed lives. That was the price of their oath—preparing to die on the Grand Line.
Kuro had always done his best to minimize losses, saving whom he could. But today's scale was rare—a single battle claiming nearly an entire crew.
"The New World's dangers demand vigilance", he muttered. "Even I can't afford complacency."
"Have them cremated", he ordered Klah, puffing a cigar. "Check their records—send ashes to families, ensure proper compensation. Draft the report personally; don't let bureaucracy slack. I'll add personal benefits too. Families of fallen comrades struggling financially can relocate to Pegasus Island rent-free. Those wanting to start businesses there get priority aid—same for Shabondy. For the nameless, return their ashes and honor their sacrifice. Make their hometowns proud."
Klah adjusted his glasses. "Understood, Kuromr." He hurried off.
The world buried its dead in various ways—water, fire, earth. Some set bodies adrift on oil-soaked ships, cremating them at sea. Others burned corpses entirely, scattering ashes. Earth burial was common, though some remote regions practiced sky burials, leaving corpses for beasts. There were even customs of coffin dances before burial.
Shaking off morbid thoughts, Kuro retreated to his office.
"Humiliation!" Wilbur hissed, staring at the corpses. "Kas, we must never forget this shame!"
Kas stood motionless, eyes closed. As the final bodies were carried out, he abruptly opened his eyes, a ghostly mist swirling in his pupils. Wilbur stiffened, his gaze snapping to Kas.
"I'll never allow this disgrace again!" Kas roared, his voice shaking the hall. "In the name of Persistent Justice, I, Dougleg·Kas, swear it! Such humiliation will never befall us again!"
A surge of white energy erupted, pressing down like a tangible force.
"K-Kas?!" Wilbur stammered, his body trembling. His eyes rolled back, briefly losing focus before snapping to a grimace.
The oppressive aura vanished.
"What's wrong?" Kas asked.
Kuro, ascending the stairs to his office, paused, brow furrowed. For an instant, he'd sensed a Conqueror's Haki—impossible at G-3. His subordinates were no match for that power, and the fortress's elderly officers certainly weren't.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Illusion, right?"
(End of Chapter)
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