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The onlookers swallowed hard, horror flashing in their eyes.
Months ago, the commotion caused by this man at the Sabaody Archipelago was still fresh in their minds.
That cleaving strike which split Area 29—the scar remained as a constant reminder. Pirates, bounty hunters, and traffickers passing through would all pale at the sight of that terrible wound in the earth.
And not long ago, news of his victory over one of the Seven Warlords, Crocodile, had shocked the world. People were still talking about it.
Why had he returned to the Archipelago?
Was he going to take permanent station here, replacing Kizaru?
Faces darkened at the thought.
Creed knew nothing of these whispers. He was already walking straight toward the navy branch office.
"Rear Admiral Creed!" Marines inside recognized him at once, saluting with excited faces, as if meeting their idol.
It had been a long time since his last visit. At that moment, Brigadier General Buninian stepped out. Seeing Creed again, he felt a rush of emotion. The last time Creed had come here to assist Kizaru, he hadn't even held a rank.
Since then, he had slain Supernovas, crushed the Iron-Arm Madman, and risen to Brigadier General faster than anyone before. Now, only a few months later, he had surpassed him entirely, becoming the youngest Rear Admiral.
"Where's Admiral Kizaru?" Creed asked.
"He's still at Mariejois. He'll return in a few days."
Creed nodded. He frowned slightly. Sengoku had said his subordinates were here at Sabaody—but where exactly?
He asked.
Buninian's face stiffened. Finally, he forced a smile. "At the abandoned naval port. Come with me, Rear Admiral."
They left the branch.
Half an hour later, a large port came into view. It was long abandoned, with a massive navy warship moored there.
But what lay on the ground before them made Creed's lips twitch.
Everywhere were "corpses," sprawled out in drunken heaps. The ground was littered with trash, broken cups scattered about. Snoring thundered across the port.
All wore standard navy uniforms, but in the sloppiest manner possible. At a glance, the whole shore seemed like a field of the dead—an almost spectacular sight.
Creed's mouth twitched harder. Surely… these couldn't be his subordinates?
Of course. Sengoku, that old fox—this was a setup!
"They drink themselves unconscious every day. Worse, they charge their bar tabs to the Sabaody branch. In just one week, we've nearly gone bankrupt." Buninian's voice was tight with anger. "They're a disgrace to the navy."
But he could do nothing. The last time he had tried to discipline them, they had beaten him into the ground. Even Sengoku, when informed, had only told him to let it go—then covered their debts.
He had never understood why.
"On your feet! Rear Admiral Creed is here! Keep pretending to sleep and I'll break your legs!"
Groggy eyes cracked open. One by one, the men staggered up, swaying unsteadily.
A few wore justice cloaks—their leaders.
"Well, well. You again?" one sneered at Buninian. "Didn't learn your lesson last time?"
Buninian's face darkened. "Your commanding officer is here. Line up!"
"Oh?" They finally stirred a little, turning their bleary gazes on Creed.
"So you're our boss? A kid? What are you, fifteen? Sengoku thinks the New World is child's play?"
Buninian winced. They had no idea who Creed was.
"That's Rear Admiral Creed. Haven't you read the papers?"
"Papers? Reading's no fun. Give us bounty posters—we'll take those."
"Rear Admiral? At that age? Must be some government brat on a joyride. Sorry—we don't take orders from spoiled kids."
Creed sighed. These guys were something else.
Buninian suddenly remembered. "Right, Sengoku left a letter for you."
Creed opened it.
His face darkened within moments. As expected, Sengoku had dumped this problem on him.
These men were troublemakers—soldiers who broke discipline constantly, disobeyed orders, acted on their own, and drowned themselves in drink.
But their record was undeniable.
They hunted pirates relentlessly, leaving no survivors. They had slain more pirates than any branch in the navy.
They never turned in bounties. Instead, they distributed the money to impoverished families, using the rest for booze.
It was maddening. Like students who skipped every class, but still topped every exam.
Even Sengoku could only punish them with strikes and deductions. Their ranks stayed low—Lieutenant at best.
They were orphans, all of them, families murdered by pirates. Their hatred burned deep, their vengeance merciless.
They piled severed pirate heads into pyramids.
Months ago, they had even sneaked into the New World, nearly clashing with Big Mom. Sengoku had been forced to drag them back, sending Kizaru in person to clean up.
Now, with the new G-K Branch established, Sengoku had dumped them on Creed.
Both sides liked chaos? Then let them wreak it together in the New World.
Creed folded the letter, a smile tugging at his lips.
Subdue this lot?
Interesting.
…
(End of Chapter)
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