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

Blub Blub... Blub Blub...

A series of annoying Den Den Mushi (snail phone) rings woke Raleigh from his sleep.

He casually removed his blindfold and earplugs, and pulled out a lewd Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

"Hey~ Where did my dear brother go? I brought you tea from the South China Sea, but I couldn't find him."

"I didn't expect you to be so passionate about your work, Raleigh. You just dealt with the mafia on Chanialar Island and then immediately took your men out to sea. This isn't like you at all."

On the other end of the phone was Borsalino, who had a lewd look on his face.

I don't know why, but he looks old even though he's very young.

Raleigh yawned irritably and said:

"Since you knew I was on a mission, you shouldn't have called me."

"What if I'm ambushing pirates? Your phone call will expose me, and I'll be coming after you when they escape!"

Borsalino comfortably propped his legs up on the office floor and called out to the Den Den Mushi:

"You brat, I know you too well. Let's not even talk about whether you've encountered pirates or not. Even if you have, I don't believe you would take the initiative to fight."

"It's definitely Momonga, Gion, and Cleveland who will be at the forefront. Someone like you who's good at slacking off would never be in the lead."

"Tell me, why did you go to find Doflamingo?"

Borsalino may seem to be slacking off, but in reality, his analytical skills have reached a certain level.

The reason he could keep getting promoted even while slacking off was not only because of his exceptional abilities, but also because of his remarkable intelligence.

Actually, slacking off isn't scary; only truly capable people can find a balance between doing things and slacking off.

Borsalino is, and so is Raleigh.

After Raleigh set sail, he deduced where Raleigh was headed.

Raleigh had never taken Borsalino's mind lightly, but he had no intention of hiding this from him either.

"Well, the Chanialar Island issue still needs time to verify its feasibility, and there's nothing worth getting involved in the North Sea right now, so I decided to come out and have some fun."

Borsalino was very dissatisfied with Raleigh's explanation. He had stayed in the base and hadn't gone out, but Raleigh had gone out to play by himself. He couldn't stand it!

"Hehe, how could you not have anything to do? I remember that besides giving you information about Doflamingo, I also issued a wanted poster to all the branches. You can go catch pirates if you have nothing to do."

Raleigh looked up at the azure sky, then at his Den Den Mushi, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"Boltarino, are you out of your mind? You told me to catch pirates, why don't you go and catch them yourself?"

"Besides, I was only observing Doflamingo to maintain order in the North Blue. If he's even more outrageous than the previous Mafia members, I'll have to warn him."

Borsalino didn't take Raleigh's nonsense to heart, since they often argued back in the North Sea anyway.

Based on the conversation just now, Raleigh was only holding back his full power because he was giving him face.

"Take it easy. Celestial Dragons are terrifying beings, even if they are former Celestial Dragons."

Borsalino had no respect for the so-called former Celestial Dragons; in fact, he had no respect for the Celestial Dragons at all.

Previously, Sengoku had insisted on sending him there, as Sengoku was unwilling to be a bodyguard for the Heavenly Dragons, which made things difficult for Borsalino.

(In the original work, Kizaru had the most dealings with the Celestial Dragons, for a simple reason: no one else could be sent. The three admirals, Akainu and Aokiji, simply didn't want to deal with the Celestial Dragons.)

"Okay, I know what to do. There won't be any problems."

Raleigh hung up Borsalino's Den Den Mushi and stretched lazily.

He had already been gone for two days when Borsalino finally called him, probably because he hadn't taken the matter seriously.

Sleeping during patrol earns you +100 points for slacking off.

He casually picked up a fresh coconut, poked it with his finger, and easily pierced a hole in the shell.

Navy Type 6 - Finger Pistol.

If Zephyr saw that Raleigh was using a finger gun just to better open coconuts, he'd probably be furious.

This scene was also witnessed by the naval personnel training on the deck.

However, they had already gotten used to it; in the past two days, Raleigh had used more than one type of Navy Six Style.

This includes, but is not limited to, using shaving to speed up the process of grabbing food, and using lunar walk to run up into the sky to catch wild game.

Comparatively speaking, using a finger gun to open a coconut is already considered restrained.

Moreover, under the influence of this situation, they became even more motivated to train and strive to learn the Six Styles of the Navy as soon as possible.

After all, if you don't work hard to learn the Six Styles of the Navy, you might not even be able to get a meal.

The few people who are learning faster have already mastered how to use shaving to grab food at restaurants.

Not to eat faster, but to show off that he could use shaving to speed things up, just like Admiral Raleigh.

Moreover, Raleigh's eldest apprentice, Miles, has already learned to use a finger gun to help Raleigh open coconuts.

If you don't work harder, you won't even be able to get a job as simple as opening coconuts.

"Hey you guys, hurry up! If you don't hurry up, Bello Betty will learn to use shaving to speed things up."

The naval soldiers who were caught in Raleigh's gaze all lowered their heads in shame.

It's one thing that they're less skilled than Gion Kake, but now they're even losing to children.

I'm sorry for being born a human being.

But the next moment, Raleigh blurted out something that made them clench their fists.

"If anyone still can't learn how to shave by noon the day after tomorrow, they'll have to be responsible for cleaning the entire warship."

The naval soldiers suddenly raised their heads. They weren't afraid of cleaning the warship, but they were afraid of losing face in front of others.

But when everyone else has learned it, and you're the only one who hasn't, it's just too frustrating.

In order not to die in front of others, the eyes of the several marines became extremely determined.

"So I don't have to clean!"

They chanted strange slogans as they clumsily but diligently practiced the Six Styles of the Navy.

At that moment, Gion walked over.

Today she wasn't wearing her navy uniform, but instead wore a white training outfit.

Her peach blossom eyes were captivating.

Sitting on the sun lounger next to Raleigh, he picked up a coconut and, imitating Raleigh, poked a hole in it with his finger gun.

"If Mr. Zephyr saw you using a finger gun like that, he'd probably make you do ten thousand push-ups."

Gion sipped her coconut while teasing Lori.

Raleigh glanced at Gion, and after realizing she wasn't looking at him, he looked down a few more times.

"How much longer until we get to Doflamingo's territory?"

Raleigh waved, and Bello Betty saw this and quickly ran into the office.

A few minutes later, she appeared next to Raleigh's sunchair, carrying a nautical chart that was almost as tall as her.

Raleigh patted Bello Betty's head, then picked up a coconut, poked a hole in it, and handed it to Bello Betty.

"Hey, no wonder everyone likes to raise daughters. Daughters really are the most comforting and thoughtful daughters."

Raleigh glanced at Miles, who was struggling with Gag, and shook his head.

Little boy, being too ambitious isn't good either!