"Huh?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Sengoku's face showed a trace of surprise as he curiously asked:
"What are you asking this for?"
Kyle already knew about Rosinante, so Sengoku didn't avoid many things.
Kyle didn't answer immediately; instead, he drank all the tea in his cup before seemingly examining the teacup and softly speaking:
"I think Rosinante's undercover mission can end now!"
Sengoku's brow furrowed slightly, and after a long silence, he spoke:
"We haven't gathered enough evidence about Donquixote Doflamingo's crimes yet; ending the undercover mission now would waste all our previous efforts…"
"Who said his crimes have to be fully proven before we can kill him?"
Before Sengoku could finish, Kyle interrupted him.
!!
Sengoku's pupils contracted sharply; he understood the meaning behind Kyle's words but still asked uncertainly:
"You mean…?"
"That's right, exactly what you're thinking!"
Kyle placed the teacup back on the table, his gaze meeting Sengoku's as their eyes locked in mid-air, and Kyle showed a smile.
"I want to go kill him!!"
Sengoku's pupils contracted again. Although he had already guessed Kyle's thoughts, hearing it spoken aloud from Kyle's mouth still made his heart shudder.
His expression slowly turned grave as he said:
"Your idea probably won't work; that guy's identity is not ordinary, and killing him might trigger some undesirable events!"
Kyle's smile suddenly took on a playful edge.
"What? A cast-out Celestial Dragon can't be killed?"
Sengoku was stunned, looking at Kyle with disbelief, his tone becoming somewhat incoherent.
"You, you…"
Kyle poured another cup of tea for Sengoku and chuckled:
"Old man, don't get so startled all the time; you might have a heart attack later!"
"I know a little bit about some things, so Doflamingo's identity is no secret to me!"
"I also know what you're worried about—nothing more than fearing the five old geezers holding me accountable!"
"But the thing is…"
"Who said I, Kyle, am going to kill Doflamingo?"
"Old man, have you ever heard this saying…"
"When you're out in the world, the identity you claim is your own!!"
Kyle didn't say more, but Sengoku completely understood his meaning.
He wasn't like Garp, that rough-and-tumble guy; if he couldn't understand this, then his title of "the Wise General" would be utterly undeserved, wouldn't it?
Sengoku just looked at Kyle, not speaking for a long time, and only after a good while did he say:
"If you want to do it, then go do it!"
"No matter what happens, just remember, your grandpa has your back!!"
Sengoku's tone was very calm when he said this, but it inexplicably carried a domineering aura.
He understood his grandson all too well: eight years old biologically, fourteen physically, and who knows how many years old mentally.
He had seen precocious children before, but none were as exaggeratedly precocious as Kyle.
Over these past two years, Sengoku had gradually stopped seeing Kyle as a child, but rather as a responsible person with his own ideas, capable of being accountable for his actions.
Of course, if the day came when Kyle couldn't shoulder it, his old bones would still be there to bear it.
In short, one thing: he fully supported whatever his grandson wanted to do, and if trouble came, he would take the fall!!
Besides, if he alone couldn't handle it, weren't there still good brothers like Garp and Zephyr?
What kind of person just watches when a brother is in trouble??!
"Then when do you plan to leave?!"
Sengoku asked again.
"In a couple of days! I just got back from running around; I need to rest first!"
"The most important thing in life is to enjoy it; there's no need to keep pushing yourself nonstop and making yourself uncomfortable!"
After saying this, Kyle slowly stood up, not forgetting to take another pack of senbei from the drawer.
"Alright, old man, I'll be leaving now!"
"You're so old; sometimes you can slack off a bit at work. After all, you're the only one in the office—who knows if you're working hard or not?!"
"If you're not very familiar with this, I suggest you go ask Kizaru for some tips!"
With that, Kyle walked out the door, munching on senbei.
Sengoku: (⊙o⊙)…
Kizaru: ???
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North Blue, Swallow Island.
On the beach, several figures were roughhousing and playing; three of them looked like teenagers, while another—calling it a figure wasn't quite accurate—was a bear.
A talking white bear.
"Shachi, take this kick!!"
One of the black-haired boys shouted, kicking toward a boy with orange-red hair.
However, Shachi didn't dodge the kick; instead, he took the hit head-on and immediately grabbed hold of the leg tightly, yelling to the side:
"Penguin, go for it!!"
"Coming!"
A boy with tattoos on his forearm charged toward the black-haired boy—Law—pulling his arm back, clenching his fist, and shouting:
"Law, take this punch!!"
Faced with this situation, Law showed no trace of panic; instead, he revealed a disdainful smile.
"You think this can beat me?!"
"Aren't you guys underestimating me a bit too much?"
As he spoke, Law turned his palm downward, ethereal white energy swirling, and softly said:
"ROOM!"
A pale blue hemispherical domain suddenly expanded, and then Law flipped his fingers again.
"Amputate!"
The next moment, Law and Shachi swapped positions. Watching the fist coming closer and closer toward him, Shachi's face changed dramatically as he yelled:
"Penguin, stop!!"
"I want to, but I can't control it!!"
Thump!
A sound rang out as Penguin's punch landed squarely on Shachi's face, distorting his features with the force of the blow, sending him flying two meters back and crashing heavily to the ground.
"Uh…"
Penguin looked at his own fist, then at Shachi lying on the ground, an awkward expression appearing on his face.
"Hey… hup!!"
Penguin had just uttered two words when he suddenly felt a tremendous force from behind, and then he himself went flying.
And the landing spot happened to be right on top of Shachi.
"Ah~"
"AH!!"
The two voices sounded almost simultaneously, but one clearly held no pain—it was just a startled cry.
The other was truly a cry of pain.
As for who was the one in pain, anyone could guess.
"Bastard, get off me!!"
Shachi's muffled voice came from under Penguin, clearly conveying suppressed fury.
"Hey, sorry about that!!"
Penguin scratched his head, smiling sheepishly; with Shachi as a cushion beneath him, he felt no pain at all.
But just as he was about to get up, the sky suddenly darkened, and he instinctively looked up…
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