"What?!!"
Sengoku's loud voice came through the Den Den Mushi, accompanied by a loud cracking sound of wood, which was undoubtedly the sound of a table being smashed.
"A Celestial Dragon was killed by Dragon?!!"
"Right!"
Kyle replied.
"Don't do anything about this now, stay far away from the scene, I'll send people to handle it immediately!"
After saying that, without giving Kyle a chance to respond, Sengoku hung up and immediately contacted the naval base commander responsible for the Shimotsuki Village area.
For Sengoku, even though he knew his grandson's strength might be unusual, he was still too young no matter what.
Sengoku had no intention of letting Kyle get involved in such troublesome matters.
He was still just a child!!
Kyle put the Den Den Mushi back in his pocket, glanced at the three stunned people beside him, and said calmly,
"Done!"
"You... I... This..."
Koushirou stammered, not knowing what to say.
He had just witnessed the entire process.
From Kyle initially striking the bullets away, to breaking Barlinxs's arm, to finally sending Barlinxs and those CP agents down for tea with a slash.
He didn't miss a single second.
He was completely dazed now.
"You're really a Marine?!"
"What? Doesn't seem like it?"
"Not really!"
Koushirou looked at Kyle and nodded seriously, then continued,
"I've never seen a Marine who would attack a Celestial Dragon!"
"Hey!"
"You can eat anything, but you can't say just anything. When did I ever attack the great descendants of the creators?"
"Didn't I say it? It was the Revolutionary Army leader Dragon! He killed the Celestial Dragon!"
"What does it have to do with me?"
Kyle looked at Koushirou with a curious expression.
...
'You're acting a bit too realistically, you know!!'
Koushirou screamed inwardly. After a moment of silence, he also chimed in,
"That's right! It was Revolutionary Dragon who killed the Celestial Dragon. I saw it too!"
"Now that's more like it!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Kyle's mouth.
Even if the Heavenly King came, it was Dragon who killed the Celestial Dragon. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, Kyle.
It just so happened that Dragon had visited a couple of days ago, making him the perfect scapegoat.
They were already on the opposite side of the World Government anyway. One more charge of killing a Celestial Dragon wouldn't make any difference to him.
As the saying goes, once you have many lice, you stop feeling the itch, right?
He wasn't worried about whether Koushirou would say anything.
Even though he had only known Koushirou for a few days, he was certain Koushirou would never talk.
This was the intuition of a swordsman!
As for Kuina and Zoro, he wasn't worried at all. He would keep these two by his side, and they would experience these things firsthand sooner or later.
As Marines, isn't killing a few Celestial Dragons normal?
"It's just a shame this meal probably won't happen!"
Kyle looked towards the village and saw the restaurant owner hurriedly packing up, obviously not planning to open for business anymore.
"Ah~"
Koushirou shook his head, sighed, a trace of helplessness appearing on his face, but it was quickly dispelled, replaced by a smile.
"Then let's go back to the dojo! I'll cook for you all!!"
"No!!"
As soon as he said that, Zoro immediately objected. Kuina's expression beside him also looked unwell, as if she had thought of something terrible.
"Hmm?!"
Koushirou lowered his head slightly, a glint of light flashing in his glasses as he looked at Zoro and asked quietly,
"Zoro! You don't want to eat the feast I make?"
"I..."
Zoro was about to say something but suddenly felt a deep chill, as if saying the truth would lead to something very terrible happening.
"No, it's not that!"
"Not that is fine!"
"Then let's go back. I'll cook for you when we get back!"
After saying that, Koushirou took the lead, walking ahead with a smile towards the direction of the dojo.
Behind him, Zoro and Kuina looked at each other, then showed expressions of grim determination as they followed Koushirou.
Kyle: ...
Kyle glanced at their retreating backs, then looked again at the fleeing restaurant owner in the village.
A thought arose in his mind:
Should I go check if the restaurant owner is still open for business?
...
The next day, a warship departed from the port of Shimotsuki Village, slowly sailing towards the distant sea.
On the shore, Koushirou and the students of the Isshin Dojo stood there, waving continuously towards the warship.
"Zoro, Kuina!"
"You two must do well in the Marines. We'll be waiting for the day you return home in glory!"
"Goodbye!!"
Everyone shouted loudly.
The two on the warship, hearing these shouts, couldn't hold back their tears.
Zoro even jumped onto the railing, shouting towards everyone,
"I will become the World's Greatest Swordsman!"
"I definitely will!!"
...
Listening to Zoro's shouting, Kyle, lying on a deck chair nearby, gently pushed his sunglasses aside to look over.
Indeed, Zoro as a child was somewhat different from when he grew up.
In the original story, Zoro mostly slept against the ship's cabin during such farewell scenes, showing little emotional fluctuation.
It was Luffy and the others who cried and waved.
Occasionally, when Zoro said a few words to them, he would be accused of having no heart.
Tsk tsk!!
Thinking of this, Kyle focused his mind, and an Imaging Den Den Mushi appeared in his hand. He started snapping pictures of Zoro's current state.
This was one of the rare times Zoro cried. Of course, he had to take photos as a memento!
After a while, as the warship sailed farther away, the people on the distant shore became mere black dots.
Zoro's emotions still hadn't completely settled. He continued staring into the distance in a daze.
After all, this was the place he had lived for so many years. It was hard to leave all of a sudden.
However, Kyle didn't give him a chance to linger in this mood. He walked behind him, grabbed his collar, pulled him, and threw him onto the deck.
From Zoro's perspective, while lost in sadness, he suddenly felt his neck tighten. A slight sense of suffocation came but quickly vanished. By the time he reacted, he was already in the air, followed by landing hard on the deck, the pain making him grimace.
He looked up sharply at Kyle and shouted loudly,
"Kyle, what are you doing, you jerk?"
"What am I doing? Of course, making you train. What else?"
"All you do is slack off. How dare you slack off at this age?"
"If you slack off for one minute now, your chance of becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman decreases by one point!"
"So..."
"Get training like your life depends on it!!"
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