Chapter 220:
Inside the Revolutionary Army's underground training ground, the intense clashes and roaring sounds finally subsided.
The high-intensity Armament Haki training between Tatsuya and Sabo, aimed at pushing their limits, had temporarily come to an end.
As the two were panting and calming the surging Haki within their bodies, the heavy, thick steel door was suddenly pushed open in a rush.
A Revolutionary Army intelligence officer, his face full of anxiety and his uniform still stained with dust from the outside world, walked in quickly.
He stopped directly in front of Sabo and crisply performed a standard military salute.
The intelligence officer was panting heavily and just about to start his report when he caught a glimpse of Tatsuya to the side, who was wiping the black blade shusui with a white cloth.
His expression faltered suddenly, his eyes filled with obvious hesitation.
That appearance of wanting to speak but holding back fully illustrated just how classified the intelligence he was about to report was.
Tatsuya, taking in this scene, chuckled indifferently.
Accompanied by a crisp, ringing "zheng" of the sword.
He very tactfully sheathed the black blade shusui, turned around, and prepared to walk away, leaving space for the Revolutionary Army to discuss classified matters.
"Wait, Crimson Lotus."
Just as Tatsuya had taken half a step, a strong hand grabbed his arm firmly.
Sabo turned his head, his blue eyes filled with unquestionable determination, and issued a direct order to the intelligence officer:
"No need to avoid him; he is not an outsider."
"Whatever the emergency is, report it directly!"
With the Chief of Staff's order, the intelligence officer no longer hesitated.
He immediately reached into his pocket, carefully pulled out a letter with frayed edges, and reported in a very rapid tone:
"Chief of Staff! Our important intelligence branch stationed in a kingdom on the Grand Line has run into trouble!"
"After long-term infiltration, our comrades collected top-secret intelligence capable of overthrowing the kingdom's corrupt upper echelons, but unfortunately, the news leaked."
"They suffered a devastating blow, being uprooted by the kingdom's army and assassination squads!"
The intelligence officer's eyes reddened, his voice trembling slightly with anger and grief:
"The branch has been almost completely wiped out..."
"While fighting to break through, only one severely wounded comrade managed to hold on and escape back to headquarters with this tear-stained plea for help and the remnants of the intelligence!"
After hearing this tragic report, the relaxed smile on Sabo's face from the sparring session vanished without a trace.
A biting, chilling murderous aura erupted from the eyes of this Revolutionary Army second-in-command.
He took the heavy, blood-stained letter and turned to look at Tatsuya standing beside him.
A cold curve slowly formed on the corner of Sabo's mouth:
"How about it, Vice Captain of the Worst Generation, are you interested in joining me for some excitement?"
Facing this direct invitation, the combative instincts in Tatsuya's bones were completely ignited.
He chuckled and casually stretched his neck, which was sore from the special training.
"That's a good proposal. It just so happens..."
Dangerous light flickered in Tatsuya's deep eyes.
"I was just hoping for a suitable place where I could stretch my limbs a bit and verify what I gained today."
Having received this resolute and affirmative reply from Tatsuya, Sabo smiled with satisfaction.
He slapped Tatsuya's broad shoulder hard, leaving behind a crisp "See you tomorrow."
Sabo then left quickly with the intelligence officer to coordinate this bloody emergency rescue and counterattack mission overnight.
After he left, the empty underground training ground returned to dead silence.
Tatsuya did not choose to go back to rest immediately.
He remained alone on the field, which was covered in deep pits and cracks, constantly replaying every detail of his previous spar with Sabo in his mind, frantically digesting his insights into high-level Armament Haki for internal destruction.
Deep blue lightning and dark red Haki intertwined and flashed in the underground space.
He proceeded with another several hours of high-intensity, grueling training on his own.
It wasn't until the sky visible through the overhead ventilation shaft grew dim, and his physical energy was pushed to its limit, that Tatsuya finally stopped.
His chest heaved violently, and with steam rising from his body and covered in thick sweat, he strode away, ready to return to his room for a good hot shower.
"Click."
Tatsuya reached out and pushed open the door.
A scent of old ink, unique to books, rushed toward him along with warm light.
What met his eyes was Robin's breathtakingly beautiful silhouette, focused to the point of being mesmerizing.
She was sitting upright in the chair at the desk, using the soft glow of the wall lamp to carefully peruse the thick ancient tome in her hands.
On her desk, and even on the wooden floor by her feet, all sorts of books and parchment scrolls were piled up in disarray.
These were clearly treasures that this knowledge-hungry archaeologist had collected from the Revolutionary Army's library.
Noticing the slight movement of the door being pushed open, Robin immediately pulled herself away from the vast sea of books.
She put down the thick tome in her hands.
She lifted her head, and those eyes that always exuded rationality instantly melted into a pool of gentle spring water the moment they touched Tatsuya.
She revealed a sweet smile at him.
The unsuspecting Robin sat in the chair and naturally stretched her body in a big yawn.
With this stretching movement.
The dark, form-fitting knit sweater she was wearing tightened instantly.
This movement exposed her mature, full, and shapely curves, radiating the fatal temptation unique to a mature woman.
Robin extended her fair fingers and gently rubbed her shoulders, which were sore from leaning over her desk for so long.
Her tone carried a bit of defenseless laziness, as well as the satisfaction of a scholar:
"Ah... reading books like this for a whole day is really quite tiring."
"However, because of that, I've learned many incredible historical secrets from these documents."
Looking at this unmasked domestic scene before him.
Tatsuya's eyes, which were originally slightly calm due to fatigue, instantly became dark and deep.
He ignored the sweat that had not yet dried on his body and strode to the desk.
Without a word, Tatsuya bent down directly, his strong arms passing through the bend of Robin's knees and her back, lifting her horizontally from the chair.
The feeling of weightlessness as her feet suddenly left the ground made Robin let out a soft, delicate exclamation in Tatsuya's broad embrace.
As soon as she got close, a masculine scent, mixed with wild hormones and the heavy smell of sweat from training, instantly flooded Robin's nostrils.
Her cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a hint of bashful redness.
She reached out her soft hands and symbolically pushed gently against Tatsuya's chest.
"Oh my, you stink."
Robin slightly furrowed her beautiful, delicate brows, but her tone was full of coquettishness and indulgence.
"You're covered in sweat; you should go take a shower in the bathroom first."
However, facing this non-threatening push.
Tatsuya not only had no intention of letting go, but instead held the warm, fragrant beauty in his arms even tighter.
Carrying Robin, he took steady strides and turned to walk straight toward the bathroom.
A wicked smile curved on the corner of Tatsuya's mouth, and his low voice rang in Robin's ear:
"Hai hai, as you command."
"But since you think I stink, we might as well wash together; you can help me get clean."
Facing this unprecedented "shared bath" experience, the quick-witted Robin immediately understood what bad ideas this man had in mind.
She didn't make any futile struggles, just sighed helplessly.
Subsequently, she leaned against his broad arms very submissively, like a docile kitten.
Robin slightly lifted her exquisite, flawless face, and those deep, beautiful eyes looked at Tatsuya with a smile, unable to help but tease:
"You really are an endlessly tireless Vice Captain..."
"At times like this, I really do miss our cute Miss Navigator."
"If she were here, she could help me share this heavy pressure."
Hearing this jest, Tatsuya let out a low, pleasant chuckle.
He lifted his long leg and kicked open the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
In the moment the door closed, Tatsuya lowered his head, his gaze burning as he looked at the exquisite beauty in his arms:
"So... during the days Nami is away."
"Your responsibility now seems especially significant... my dear archaeologist."
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