Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

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"Hey, flying squirrel, what can I do for you?"

In the office at the North Sea base, a relaxed-looking Raleigh was lying on the sofa eating fruit and reading a book.

He suddenly received a call from a flying squirrel, which piqued his curiosity.

Because the flying squirrel knew his habits, Raleigh was usually slacking off and sleeping at this time.

"Rowley, there's something I need to tell you."

"Okay, go ahead, what is it?"

"That's right. Teacher Zephyr was sent by headquarters to investigate the Totnes Kingdom. He took the notebook I wrote back then, and now he has evidence to prove that the Mad Blade Pirates have nothing to do with us."

"But after Professor Zephyr finished his investigation, he suddenly decided to give some guidance to the branch soldiers on their training. I didn't pay attention and told him that the soldiers knew the Six Styles of the Navy."

"Right now, Professor Zephyr is determined to find someone who can simplify the Six Powers of the Navy, and I'm still stalling him. If you're willing to talk about it, then I'll tell Professor Zephyr the truth. If you're not, I'll just make up a mysterious person."

Upon hearing the flying squirrel's words, Raleigh suddenly sat up on the sofa.

The news came so suddenly that Rowley dropped the fruit he was holding on the ground.

"Oh no, I should have known better than to get carried away."

Raleigh's mind raced; he was, in a moment of triumph, like a bird returning to its nest.

They assumed that their actions across the seas would go unnoticed by headquarters, since headquarters' most important task was to suppress the Grand Line.

The supervision of the four seas was not so strict, so he could confidently hand over the simplified version of the Navy Six Styles to the soldiers in the branch.

After all, only when they become stronger will Raleigh have more time to slack off.

However, unexpectedly, headquarters actually sent a general to the four seas.

As luck would have it, I also took a look around branch number 133.

Raleigh mentally took stock of the people he had taught the simplified version of the Six Styles of the Navy.

Naval soldiers from Branch 133, Bellemere from Branch 127, and Branch 166 from Hokkaido, who are now directly under the command of naval soldiers.

Raleigh stroked his smooth chin, his mind racing with thoughts.

He already had a general idea; all he needed to do was create the image of a mysterious expert, saying that he had met a retired old navy man in the East China Sea.

Seeing that the naval soldiers of Branch 133 were too weak, out of affection for the navy, he taught Raleigh a simplified version of the Six Styles of the Navy.

Raleigh is permitted to teach those in the Navy whom he believes possess a sense of justice.

With that, the story should be fine.

As for whether he could fool Zephyr, Raleigh felt it was still possible.

Anyway, Zephyr has no chance of finding this person, and Raleigh isn't afraid of Zephyr coming to verify it.

As long as the flying squirrel stops leaking information about Raleigh, no matter how hard Zephyr investigates, he won't be able to find out if it was him who did it.

"Hehe, I've got it. We'll do as you said and make up a story about a mysterious senior naval officer. If Professor Zephyr asks you, just insist that you met him on a deserted island."

"After that, the old man disappeared and could never be found again."

"If you insist on taking me to the island where I met the old master, then go to Antia Island. I remember that island was once a base for a group of very powerful pirate crews."

As Raleigh spoke, his thoughts became clearer and clearer. He picked up a piece of paper and wrote down his ideas.

"Then, if Professor Zephyr still doesn't believe me, let him find it himself. Anyway, the old man gave me a simplified version of the Six Powers of the Navy and then disappeared."

"As for why he didn't report to headquarters, it's because the senior didn't want to be famous. He wanted his ideas to be carried forward by people who truly have a sense of justice."

"And I, Raleigh, am the preacher chosen by the elders. Only those I deem suitable can fight the simplified version of the Six Powers of the Navy."

The flying squirrel said with a curious look:

"Aren't you afraid that if Teacher Zefa goes back and tells the Air Marshal, they'll transfer you back to headquarters as a military academy instructor?"

"After all, it's easier to find exceptionally talented people with a sense of justice in military academies."

Raleigh said with a hint of disappointment:

"Are you stupid? Whether you can learn the simplified version of the Six Styles of Naval Warfare is not a matter of my word. Besides, it would be great if you became a military academy instructor at headquarters, then I would have even more time to slack off."

"You have no idea how complicated the situation is in the North Sea compared to when we first arrived in the East Sea. I've only been here a short time, and I've already grown white hair."

Upon hearing this, the flying squirrel felt a pang of nostalgia for the time when it first arrived in the East China Sea.

However, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I heard Raleigh complain that there was too much work in North Sea, which seriously affected his ability to slack off:

"You're a complete slacker, except for being incredibly lazy. You have undeniable talent, yet you're content to slack off and do nothing. I really don't know what you're thinking."

"What are you thinking? This is the realm of top geniuses, something an ordinary genius like you can't comprehend yet."

Raleigh lay back down on the soft sofa, reached out and picked up a grape, then put it in his mouth.

[Break time during work hours, slacking off points +100]

Raleigh is feeling great right now; with everything arranged, he has nothing left to worry about, big or small.

Even Gion, Kake, and their two apprentices were training hard, and it was so comfortable with no one to bother them.

Hearing the quiet surroundings from Raleigh's side, the flying squirrel couldn't help but sigh:

"Rayle, to be honest, I envy you. You live such a relaxed life, enjoying every moment."

"Stop it, I'm just slacking off, not really slacking off. Don't follow my example."

"Go and fool Zeff-sensei, that's the important thing. If there's nothing else, hang up. Oh, right. If Zeff-sensei insists on talking to me, just use that anonymous Den Den Mushi."

In a lottery, Raleigh once won a pair of anonymous Den Den Mushi (snail phone sticks).

Out of caution, Raleigh gave one of the Den Den Mushi to the flying squirrel, so that it could play a special role in certain situations.

Unfortunately, Raleigh only ever got one pair of these amazing Den Den Mushi.

Later, in order to ensure that the information would not be leaked, he spent a lot of money to buy several anti-eavesdropping Den Den Mushi on the black market.

He gave one flying squirrel, one to himself, and another to the Mad Blade Pirates' Niwa Sugiju.

"Okay, then I won't bother you any longer. I'll go and explain to Professor Zephyr."

The flying squirrel felt much more relaxed after hanging up the phone. Now that Raleigh had made arrangements, he no longer needed to worry.

As the flying squirrel stepped out of the office, it shouted loudly:

"Professor Zephyr, I just spoke with your senior on the phone. He said he can teach the Navy a simplified version of the Six Styles of Naval Warfare, but he has one condition."

"Because it was Raleigh who gained the approval of his seniors, if the Navy wants to learn, they must let Raleigh see if he has a sense of justice; otherwise, they cannot teach him without permission."