One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Gross's eyes welled up with tears.

Is this heaven?

In that instant, he felt as if he were bathed in the light of justice, and his whole being was filled with fighting spirit from the inside out.

"Hey! You brat with hair covering your eyes! Sit down! Stop standing there grinning like an idiot!"

Garp roared like thunder, startling Gross so much that he almost fell to the ground.

Chapter 91 Senbei Lieutenant General [Please Subscribe 4/5]

"Hahaha, so you're the Prince of Prince who didn't want to inherit the throne but wanted to join the navy? And that bastard who caused trouble in the North Sea and killed a lot of people, is he your brother? You two brothers are really nothing alike."

Garp kept stuffing food into his mouth while talking to Grous, who was trembling with nervousness after Garp had forcibly dragged him to sit down on his left.

“It’s…it’s me, I…I’m called Prince, G…Grus.”

Gross stammered, and it took him a long time to finally say his name.

Garp chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused us by not inheriting the throne? Kid, your dedication to justice is very much to my liking. From now on, you'll follow me, and I'll train you to be the next Marine Admiral."

"A...Naval Admiral?"

Gross froze instantly.

Then his skin turned red all over, and smoke started coming out of his head.

"Garp! What are you doing, you bastard? Don't mislead the young people, okay? Even food can't shut your mouth."

Sengoku picked up a steak and threw it at Garp's face, but Garp grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'm serious. Anyone who becomes my disciple will become a great general, hahahaha!"

Rorschach was sandwiched between Kizaru and Zephyr, flanked by men on either side, and dared not move.

All I could do was stare at the plate of green beans in front of me, picking them up one by one and chewing them silently.

A true master is a true master; his aura is incredibly powerful.

Although none of them actively released their auras, just sitting together, Rorschach felt that the people sitting next to him were not five humans at all.

Instead, it consists of five colossal sea kings.

Compared to these five giants, I'm just a nobody right now.

There's no comparison at all.

However, this scene...

What a rare and heartwarming moment!

At the head of the table was Garp, still laughing and teasing Gross, and Kuzan, who was lazily eating on his right.

Across from him was Sengoku, who had a kind expression on his face and kept putting food on Luo's plate.

Luo was clearly uncomfortable with such friendly treatment; he was completely stiff.

However, Rorschach's Observation Haki clearly detected that Rorschach's current mood was cheerful and colorful.

I suppose he'll soon feel a sense of belonging to the Navy?

Sengoku clearly learned of Law's existence and the relationship between Law and Rosinante from Rosinante.

Rosinandi was an adopted son of the Warring States period.

When Sengoku heard the news of Rosinante's sacrifice on the island of Mignon, he cried his eyes out.

Now that he has gained Luo as his adopted grandson, he must be overjoyed.

No wonder Luo Xia felt that Sengoku's gaze towards him was full of friendliness.

Sitting to his left and right were a current general and a former general.

On the left, Kizaru is slowly peeling the shell of a lobster.

He peeled the shrimp with extreme care, not missing a single small piece of the shrimp meat.

Its slow movements reminded Rorschach of the sloth in Zootopia.

This guy isn't a monkey, he's a sloth!

As for Zephyr sitting on the right...

He was fiddling with his mechanical arm, making the mechanical parts on it creak and groan.

Then, Rorschach saw Zephyr push open the outer shell of the robotic arm and take out a very familiar bottle of wine.

"Kuzan, cool this down for me."

Zephyr held the bottle of sherry in his left hand and handed it to Kuzan.

Kuzan reached out and squeezed the bottle.

White vapor spread across the bottle.

In just a moment, the bottle of sherry was chilled.

This made Rorschach feel somewhat emotional.

So, isn't this the real purpose of Devil Fruits?

Using it only for brutal combat is a terrible waste.

"Hey kid, wanna drink?"

Zefa picked up the sherry and was about to pour it for Rorschach.

"Let me do it, Grandpa Zefa. How can I let you pour wine for a junior like me? Please sit down."

Startled, Rorschach quickly stood up, snatched the bottle of sherry from the smiling Zephyr, and poured a little for each of the people present.

As soon as he finished pouring the wine, Garp eagerly picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his mouth.

"No, this isn't enough, it's too little, Zephyr. Do you have any more in your robotic arm? Don't be stingy, take them all out."

"That's it! The space inside is only so big. Besides, this arm is for fighting pirates, not for storing wine!"

Zefa rolled his eyes at him, annoyed.

"Hmph! There's definitely more, you stingy bastard." Garp snorted, bent down and picked up the wine that Doss had brought from the ground. "I declare that the wine brewed by headquarters itself is the wine that real men should drink. Sherry is outdated!"

"What did you say? Karp! You're not getting a single bottle of sherry from me anymore!"

The two old men were arguing.

Kuzan, however, stared intently at Rorschach.

Luo Xia was a little confused by his gaze and couldn't help but glance at his clothes.

I didn't find any oil stains or marks.

"Uncle Kuzan, what are you looking at?"

He wasn't embarrassed and asked Kuzan directly.

After spending more than a month together, his relationship with Kuzan remained very good.

Over the past month, Kuzan has taught Rorschach a lot and has also acted as his sparring partner from time to time, making him practically his mentor.

Moreover, Kuzan is very approachable and always speaks to everyone with a lazy and easygoing attitude.

Although she exudes a cold and aloof aura that keeps strangers at bay, she is actually quite gentle at heart.

"It's nothing, just telling you to drink less." Kuzan looked meaningfully at Rorschach, whose cheeks were already flushed.

"How much has he drunk? Not even half a bowl. Is this what you call drinking?"

Zephyr was somewhat displeased and looked at Kizaru to Rorschach's left. "Borusalino, are you going to drink that wine or not? If not, give it to Rorschach. I want to have a drink with him, no, a bowl."

“I don’t drink much, you can have this, Rorschach.” Kizaru pushed the bowl of wine toward him.

Although Rorschach shared a bottle of this sherry with Kuzan last time, he still doesn't quite get used to it.

This liquor really burns your throat.

He didn't really want to drink.

But Zefa had already raised the wine bowl in his hand. If he didn't drink it, wouldn't he be losing face as the head instructor of the recruit training camp?

If Zefa were to hit me a few times during training, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?

Thinking this, Rorschach stood up as Kuzan covered his face with his hand, picked up a large bowl of sherry in front of him, clinked it with Zephyr's, and then drank it all in one gulp with great gusto.

After downing a bowl of wine, a burning sensation immediately rose from my stomach.

Luo Xia felt like his whole body was on fire.

At the same time, his mind was a little foggy, and his tongue was a little swollen.

Kuzan covered his face, thinking to himself, "It's over."

That kid can't hold his liquor; he can't get drunk.

If you get drunk...

A dozen minutes later...

"Hehehe, Grandpa Zefa, your robotic arm is so heavy, how do you usually go to the toilet? It'll probably break the toilet bowl, won't it?"

Rorschach hiccuped and grinned as he put his hand on Zephyr's shoulder.

"Huh?" Zephyr was stunned.

"Uncle Borsalino, do your nails grow faster the stronger you are? I heard from Drake that you spend all your time trimming your nails."

Rorschach's left hand rested on Kizaru's shoulder again.

Kizaru, who was peeling shrimp, was also stunned.

Rorschach looked at Garp again, meeting Garp's blank stare.

“Grandpa Garp, I think your naval codename should be ‘Senbei’ instead of ‘Iron Fist’, because you can go a day without punching, but you can’t go a day without eating Senbei.”

Kuzan reached up and grabbed the hair on his head, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Across from them, Drake, Law, and Dawes all gaped, their tonsils exposed, looking like three hippos in heat.