One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Since the person involved, Musgarud, had no complaints, the admiral, of course, had nothing to say.

Hearing Drake's shouts as he was being escorted onto the ship, Smoker, with a mocking look in his eyes, took Drake's arm from the marine holding him and kicked him in the butt, sending Drake flying more than ten meters before he crashed onto the deck of the warship with a thud.

"You damn pirate, what are you yelling about? If you have any grievances, go to Enies Lobby and tell them!"

Drake landed face down on the deck in a sorry state, his face contorted with rage.

"Smoker! Fine! You just wait! When I get out, you'll see how I deal with you!"

"Think about how you're going to get out of here first, Fallen Major General Drake. Stealing a billion Berries in taxes is a serious crime; you might end up in Impel Down."

Smoker took a puff of his cigar and left in a good mood, leaving Drake on the warship cursing incessantly.

"Tch, the war's over, what do you need me for? To clean up that kid's mess? Hey! Big oaf, where's that kid?"

Shiliu stood at the bow of the warship, looking down at the G5 warriors, and sneered at Palmer.

Palmer glanced at him, ignored him, and went about helping Sentomaru carry the damaged Pacifista onto the warship.

Seeing that this lowly colonel Palmer dared not answer his question, Shiliu smirked, leaped off the warship, and landed in front of Palmer. The demon sword Raiyu hanging at his waist was half-drawn from its sheath, revealing a section of blood-red blade.

"What? You seem to have a problem with me?"

Shiryu put a cigar in his mouth, lit it slowly, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie bloodlust.

"What justice he talks about, yet his crew is just a bunch of pirates. It's laughable. Hey! You big oaf, that brat Rorschach..."

Before Shiryu could finish speaking, the cigar he was holding was shattered to pieces by a bolt of lightning.

The shredded tobacco was blown all over his face by the strong wind.

Shiryu stopped in his tracks, looked up, and saw Enel sitting cross-legged on a pile of gold in the distance, lazily squinting at them.

"You shameless loser, no wonder Rorschach has never taken you seriously. Shiryu of the Rain, trash like you will never amount to anything."

Enel's blunt and disparaging remarks caused the surrounding marines to change their expressions.

For a mere rear admiral to dare speak so arrogantly to a mere lieutenant general was truly unexpected by many marines.

Shiryu wiped the tobacco off his face, gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist with his right hand, and grinned at Enel.

"G5's Thor? Want to try my Blade?"

"Try it if you want to die."

Enel's voice remained calm and indifferent, as if he was not angry at all and did not take Shiryu seriously.

In other people's eyes, this is how Enel is.

Arrogant, languid, indifferent, as if he saw through everything and cared about nothing.

Even Shiryu, whose rank was one level higher than his, was worthless in his eyes.

Seeing the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the arena, the flying squirrels and their crew on the warship far behind them quickly shouted out.

"Shiryu! Don't do anything rash!"

"We're just here to escort prisoners, don't do anything unnecessary! G5 is not our enemy!"

Shiryu glanced at Enel, who had an indifferent look in his eyes, and at Bepo, Palmer, Smoker, and the others who were eyeing him menacingly. He couldn't help but sneer a few times before sheathing his sword and turning to leave.

"G5's junior officer is just as arrogant as that kid."

The flying squirrel jumped off the bow of the ship, came up to Enel, and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Enel, Shiryu is just like that, don't take it too seriously."

Enel didn't say anything.

The flying squirrel didn't mind.

In his view, Enel's strength justified his arrogance.

Arrogance from someone without ability is just being a clown.

Arrogance born of power is the spirit of the strong.

Someone as capable and talented as Enel, although currently only a Major General in the Headquarters, is already seen by many in the Headquarters as a future candidate for General, or even General.

Nothing else is needed; one Rumble-Rumble Fruit is enough.

Not to mention, it is said that Enel also awakened Conqueror's Haki.

A user of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit with Conqueror's Haki, even if he gives Sengoku a hard time, Sengoku still has to appease him.

Moreover, behind Enel stood Rorschach, who was even more monstrous and terrifying than him.

"Where's Rorschach? I haven't seen him anywhere."

"The flying squirrel asked."

Enel turned his head and pointed to a golden building that rose from the ground on the golden ship.

"Chatting with Tezzoro."

"Chatting with Tesoro?" Momonga was taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled, saying with admiration, "As expected of Rorschach. I've heard that Tesoro is an extremely arrogant person. He doesn't even give face to the Navy Admirals. I never expected him to give face to Rorschach."

Enel tilted his head and looked at the towering golden building, then pulled out an apple from somewhere, popped it into his mouth, and took a bite.

"Give me face? Pfft..."

At the top of the hundreds-of-meters-high golden building, inside a hall enclosed by golden walls.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Dull yet intense explosions reverberated around Luo Xia, causing ripples to spread across the air barrier surrounding his body.

He sat casually in the main seat of the hall, his legs crossed, holding a glass of blood-red wine, which he swirled slowly and took small sips from time to time.

In front of him, Tesoro, shirtless and tall enough to rival Rorschach, was swinging his fists without any regard for appearances, repeatedly slamming them against the air barrier erected by Rorschach.

Unfortunately, aside from creating slight ripples on the air barrier, he couldn't even get within a meter of Rorschach.

Tesoro has lost all his Haki, and his stamina has been almost completely depleted in the previous battles.

If it weren't for the overwhelming humiliation and anger that filled his heart, he probably would be lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Rorschach took another sip of red wine, smacked his lips, and then looked up at Tezzo, who was panting heavily and could barely stand.

"Hey Tesoro, we're all adults here, can you stop being so childish? Look at you, a dignified Shichibukai and Golden Emperor, acting like a pushover kid. Can't you have some dignity as a strong person?"

"Screw your 'strongman's demeanor'!"

Tesoro clenched his fist so tightly it cracked, then slammed it into the air barrier in front of Rorschach, glaring at him with eyes that seemed to spit fire.

"You haven't answered my questions yet! How do you know about Stella? How do you know those things? Who are you? Answer me!"

"I……"

Luo Xia opened his mouth, moved his mouth for a long time, but couldn't give a reasonable explanation.

He never expected that Tezzoro, that stubborn guy, would be so fixated on this.

Rorschach really didn't know how to explain why he knew about Stella and Tesoro's past.

Are you suggesting I tell Tesoro that I've seen the Golden City movie?

However, seeing Tesoro so childishly vulnerable proves that Stella holds a very important place in his heart.

After racking his brains for a long time, Luo Xia finally came up with a reason.

"It was Doflamingo who told me about your story with Stella..."

"fart!"

Rorschach racked his brains for a reason, only to have it refuted by Tesoro the very next second.

"That Doflamingo guy has no idea about my past!"

Tezzoro, his eyes red, stared intently at Rorschach like an angry bull.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his tall body trembled violently, and the anger in his eyes gradually turned into grief and indignation, then into despair. Finally, he staggered a few steps and his back hit the naval wall behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you imagining? I didn't say anything!"

Luo Xia was somewhat bewildered as he watched Luo Xia's expressions change like a Peking Opera mask.

"You...you're someone sent by Charmaco? You're CP0?"

Tesoro seemed to recall some painful past events. He raised his hands and pressed them tightly against his face. His body, which had been leaning against the wall, slowly slid down and sat on the ground, his shoulders trembling.

He lowered his head, revealing a huge five-pointed star tattooed on his back.

“Chalmac? Why would you think I’m that fat pig Chalmac’s subordinate? Wait…”

When Rorschach saw Tezzoro's expression, he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Could it be that the Celestial Dragon who bought Stella from the slave traders was Charmaco?"

"Dead...dead fat pig?"

Tesoro's trembling body jolted, and he slowly raised his head, only to see Rorschach shrug and sneer, "If what you just said is indeed about Charmaco, then he really is as disgusting as a dead fat pig. You probably don't know that the Musgarud outside, two years ago, used a big stick to smash the face of the Charmaco Saint you're talking about, knocking out all his teeth."

Tesoro was stunned, sitting blankly against the wall, not saying a word for a long time.

Ever since he was defeated by Rorschach with overwhelming power, his mental state has been somewhat unstable.

Rorschach had seen this kind of change in Tezzoro many times.

Generally speaking, the more arrogant and conceited a person is, the more likely they are to fall into a state of confusion and self-doubt after suffering setbacks.

The one who most resembles this guy is none other than Enel outside.

Both of them were extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone and regarding themselves as supreme gods.

However, Enel is different from Tesoro in that he is truly arrogant, and that proud personality hasn't changed much to this day.

Tezzoro's arrogance is more like a disguise, wrapping his fragile heart and unforgettable painful past in layers.

Because of this arrogance, he became the "Golden Emperor," the world's richest man, possessing 20% ​​of the world's wealth.

But now, his disguise has been torn apart by Rorschach.

The Tesoro of today is not the Tesoro who sees himself as a god, but the Tesoro who desperately wanted to earn enough money to buy his beloved Stella from the slave traders.

Looking at Tesoro, who was in a daze, and noticing that only the ring finger of his left hand was empty among the nine gold rings on his fingers, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It seems that this world has never had a truly beautiful love story.