Chapter 85: Teacher Zephyr Takes the Stage!
New World — Battlefield at sea
KRA-KOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
A thunderclap tore through the clear sky.
The sound alone made Admiral Kizaru — a man who literally moves at light speed — freeze mid-battle, heart skipping a beat.
Thunder?
On a cloudless day?
He knew exactly what that meant.
No way. Not again.
He had finally stopped slacking, actually fought seriously for once… and the universe decided to punish him with that monster?!
Kizaru instantly turned into light to flash away.
Too late.
Momousagi had been waiting.
A full-power Haki explosion slammed into him, forcibly breaking his light form and pinning him in place for a split second.
That split second was enough.
A colossal azure beam of pure lightning crashed down from the heavens and swallowed him whole.
BOOOOOOM!
The impact punched straight through the ocean floor, sending tsunami-level waves in every direction.
"W-What the hell is that?!"
"Admiral Kizaru?!?!"
Every Marine who survived the Summit War felt their souls leave their bodies.
That lightning.
That entrance.
Only one person in the world announced himself like that.
Hell King Rok — 3.9 billion berries — not even 18 years old.
The Marines' morale did a full 180.
From "we've already won" to "we're all going to die."
After a full minute, the thunder pillar finally faded.
A streak of gold shot back to the Marine fleet.
Kizaru.
Justice coat in tatters, suit shredded, hair looking like he stuck his finger in a socket.
The Marines stared in silent horror.
Momousagi's crew almost died laughing.
Not many people in the world could make an Admiral look this pathetic.
Kizaru didn't care about appearances.
His lazy smirk was gone.
He stared dead-serious at the sky.
ROARRRR!
A thunder dragon descended from the clouds.
Riding on its head — arms folded, hair whipping in the storm — stood Rok.
The dragon dove.
900 million volts — Thunder Dragon!
Three top-class Marine battleships were erased in one hit. Over a thousand Marines gone in an instant.
Kizaru's dramatic cannon-shell surf suddenly looked like child's play.
"It really is you, Rok… You're getting scarier every day~"
Kizaru quickly ordered a report sent to Akainu, then faced Rok head-on.
He never expected Rok to show up here.
Logically, Rok should be protecting Zephyr — the real cornerstone of the Neo Marines.
Old, injured Zephyr wouldn't last long against Akainu's magma.
Was Rok really sacrificing Zephyr just to save Momousagi?
"Bored of watching you overthink, old man."
"Last chance, Borsalino. Quit the Marines. Join the Neo Marines as an Admiral. Less work, double the pay. Deal?"
Rok grinned.
He knew Kizaru was stalling.
He was stalling too.
Today, the Marines and World Government were getting another gift.
"Oh Double pay? I did hear you're stupidly rich, Rok"
Kizaru's Den Den Mushi buzzed — reply from Akainu.
And the news made his eyes widen.
Zephyr's island?
Empty.
The entire guerrilla fleet and crew?
Gone.
Only a handful of confused Marines left behind.
Intelligence leak. No other explanation.
Akainu didn't care how — he just wanted Rok dead.
Orders: Hold Rok at all costs. I'm coming personally.
The distance wasn't far. Akainu would arrive soon.
Perfect.
Kizaru prepared to stall…
Then a new fleet appeared on the flank.
Fast.
"Already?!"
Kizaru looked over.
And his brain short-circuited.
"Teacher Zephyr?!"
Zephyr's personal fleet — flying his old flag — was charging straight into the battlefield.
He had escaped.
So why the hell was he coming back to die?!
Did the old man really think Rok could protect him from both Admirals?!
"Momousagi-sensei, everything is going exactly as planned."
"The real show… is about to begin."
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