One Piece: Starting from Awakening the Cosmo at Marineford

The surrounding marines began to argue fiercely about who should succeed the position of Admiral.

With Akainu and Aokiji each having their own strengths, there were far fewer voices supporting Kizaru.

"I think if it weren't for Admiral Kuzan, the tsunami caused by Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit would have already submerged Marineford. The 100,000 marines would basically be fish food!"

"I think Admiral Sakazuki should be the field admiral, after all, he was the main force that fought against Whitebeard in the Marineford War and crippled Whitebeard."

"Yes! I also support Admiral Sakazuki to execute that Fire Fist Ace. Otherwise, it's hard to say who will win this war."

"I think General Borsalino would also be suitable to be a marshal!"

"It's famously fast!"

"Huh~"

That's how it is with men's topics; no matter how high-minded they are, they always end up talking about vulgar things.

Aaron simply kept eating and didn't participate in their discussion.

But the marine at the next table approached Aaron: "My friend, who do you think should be the marshal?"

Aaron turned his head and saw that the people at that table were all looking at him, waiting for an answer.

Aaron licked his lips: "General Sakazuki."

Two people immediately smiled and nodded at Aaron, and even gave him a thumbs up.

The other two were clearly opposed: "Why? Explain your reasons?"

Aaron said, "Originally, the Navy, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and the Four Emperors maintained a delicate balance on the sea. Now that Whitebeard is dead, his remaining followers are far from enough to deter the sea."

With the ambitious Blackbeard crew and the newly risen supernova pirates vying for territory, the future of the high seas is sure to be exciting.

At this juncture, a strong-willed admiral is needed to lead the navy. A more lenient approach would likely be insufficient to control those unbridled pirates.

The two marines frowned: "What you said seems to make a lot of sense."

The two marines who had been praising him nodded excitedly: "Yes, that's exactly what you said! We instinctively supported Admiral Sakazuki before, but we couldn't quite explain why."

The other two marines added, "We still think Kuzan is more suitable to be Field Admiral. He also has a lot of support within the Navy."

Aaron laughed, "That's simple. Just let them fight, and whoever wins becomes the marshal, right?"

"what?"

The four marines were stunned. "You can choose a marshal like this?"

"Isn't this how pirates choose their captains?"

They weren't too concerned about the method; they had already started discussing who would win if Akainu and Aokiji really fought.

After finishing his meal, Aaron wiped his mouth with satisfaction, got up, and walked out of the restaurant.

I wandered around the town for a while, feeling a bit bored.

He's almost run out of money and can't even afford a drink at the bar now.

Passing by a bar, the aroma of alcohol wafting from inside makes one's mouth water.

Food and drinks are free in the Navy Headquarters' dining hall.

However, alcohol is not served.

Alcohol, when consumed in excess, can cloud one's judgment and disrupt one's natural instincts.

The Navy Headquarters is full of energetic marines, and every now and then, some of them get drunk and cause trouble in the streets, sometimes even fighting with each other.

If the naval mess hall continues to provide alcohol, it would be tantamount to condoning their misbehavior.

Aaron passed by the dormitory area, but instead of returning to his dormitory, he went to the beach behind the town.

The sea breeze was cool, but the sand beneath my feet was still warm.

In the twilight, Aaron saw several huge dark shapes; they were warships.

Aaron instinctively walked over.

The warship had shell craters from artillery bombardment, and several holes in its hull.

The tattered sails rattled in the sea breeze, seemingly resigned to their fate.

Aaron looked at the keel at the bow of the warship, but the sight he had been expecting did not appear.

After walking another hundred meters or so and passing two warships, they finally saw a warship with its keel riddled with pits.

The bow keel of another warship next to it was also covered with fist-shaped dents.

This is where Garp practiced boxing when he was young.

Aaron stood beneath the keel and looked up at the massive warship, which was about thirty meters tall.

Then he loosened his shoulders and tentatively started punching the dragon bone.

"Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang!"

The rhythmic crashing sounds echoed on the quiet beach, carried by the sea breeze, their echoes carrying for who knows how far.

After sparring for a while, Aaron stopped, looked at his already torn and bleeding fists, and chuckled, "It really hurts the first time I've practiced boxing like this."

Aaron's physical abilities were already very strong, but he had given it his all this time during the boxing practice.

Under the immense force and the pressure of the hundreds of tons of warship, the fist only broke into a few pieces, which is already quite good.

When practicing boxing, through constant impact, you intentionally create slight cracks in the bones of your hands. After these cracks heal, the bone density and bone thickness will increase, making the bones stronger.

The skin on your hands will also become much thicker due to constant use.

Then, through repeated practice over many years, the entire fist will become incredibly hard, earning it the title of "Iron Fist".

Aaron practiced for about an hour and was just about to leave when a short figure appeared in the night.

The town lights shone from afar, casting a long shadow over him.

Aaron knew without even looking who it was.

When they were only ten meters apart, the figure jumped, clearly not expecting anyone else to be there, and was startled.

"You...you're Nell Aaron? What are you doing here?"

Aaron retorted, "Why can't I be here?"

"this..."

The figure walked up to Aaron, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you again!"

Aaron turned away, unwilling to accept his thanks.

As he straightened up, Aaron looked down at Koby, whose head barely reached his shoulder, and said coldly:

"Don't think your actions were so righteous. By obstructing General Sakazuki, you disrupted morale on the battlefield. Even if you weren't executed on the spot, you should have been court-martialed!"

"Hmph! The Marine Headquarters didn't hold you accountable not because your actions were righteous, but simply because your mentor is Garp!"

Koby was terrified by Aaron's righteous and stern words, breaking out in a cold sweat: "But..."

Aaron gritted his teeth and said, "There are no 'buts'! Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and betrayal to the fallen naval warriors!"

Aaron bared his teeth, which reflected the pale, cold moonlight, and his angry expression made it seem as if he was about to kill Koby at any moment.

Koby was so frightened that he trembled and took two steps back. He slipped and fell to the ground, looking up at Aaron with trepidation.

Aaron snorted heavily: "And don't think nobody knows, you considered deserting during the Marineford War, didn't you?"

"How do you know...?"

In his panic, Koby almost blurted it out.

Even if the words are not finished, it is already equivalent to admitting it directly.

Aaron raised his right hand slightly, thinking of taking Koby by surprise and killing him here, then dumping his body into the sea.

Just then, a voice rang out: "Koby!"

Aaron lowered his right hand and snorted heavily, "Koby, if I ever see you desert your post or betray your comrades again, I will kill you without hesitation!"