Marineford War: I Will Stand in the Sky

Even so, in order to maintain the dignified image of a naval admiral, Fleet Admiral Sengoku could only mutter to himself in a low voice, afraid that the navy personnel who might pass by outside the door would hear the noise.

"From now on, the kings of the world's member states will no longer need the escorts they received before..."

While holding a senbei (rice cracker), Marshal Sengoku continued to flip through the documents in front of him, muttering to himself as he glanced at the standard dates on the documents.

"Uh? Wait a minute..."

Marshal Sengoku's eyes widened suddenly, completely unaware that his beloved senbei had slipped from his hand onto the desk.

"When was my adorable grandson's original due date?"

The more anxious he became, the more the Warring States Marshal felt his tired mind go blank, unable to recall the time he had been muttering about every day.

However, the Warring States Marshal was quite certain that the due date for childbirth had already passed...

"It's already... over..."

The Warring States Marshal stared blankly, muttering each word slowly and deliberately, "And what happened? Where is my beloved grandson? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

A few breaths later, almost half of Marineford's navy heard Fleet Admiral Sengoku's roar.

"Yarn!!!"

……

The Marineford sailors were taken aback at first, then began to murmur amongst themselves.

"This...this sounds like the voice of the Warring States Marshal, doesn't it? Has something major happened?"

"No, that's Major General Sakura Ryu's real name."

"What a loving father and filial son! Fleet Admiral Sengoku is probably thinking of the naval hero, Rear Admiral Sakura Ryu, again."

"Hmm? Come to think of it, it seems that Major General Sakura Ryu hasn't returned to Marineford yet..."

"Ahem, according to my brother-in-law, who was a close friend of mine back then, there is a reason for this. It is that Major General Sakura Ryu was seriously injured in the battle against the Ancient Weapon, so he has been seeking medical treatment outside."

After a pause, the naval lieutenant commander, who was tasked with spreading rumors and had been secretly looking for opportunities to do so, sighed and continued.

"Perhaps Marshal Sengoku just received some bad news, which is why he couldn't help but let out a mournful wail."

Just as the surrounding navy was greatly shocked by this news, another naval captain questioned it.

"That can't be right. Wasn't there a rumor that Major General Yinglong took thousands of beautiful women on vacation in Beihai, booked the entire island, and partied for seven days and seven nights?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this sounds like fake news..."

The naval lieutenant commander, burdened with organizational responsibilities, retorted with a disdainful tone.

"Can you really believe a rumor that he booked an entire island for seven days and seven nights of revelry with thousands of beautiful women? Major General Sakura Dragon is known for his weak health; how could he possibly withstand such an ordeal?"

"That's true. Let alone Rear Admiral Sakura Dragon, even Kaido of the Beasts, who is known as the 'strongest creature in the sea, land, and air,' probably couldn't withstand this kind of relentless battle. After seven days and seven nights, most of his body would probably melt away, right?"

"That makes sense..."

……

While the Revolutionary Army comrades took the opportunity to spread rumors, Marshal Sengoku was frantically trying to dial Aon's Den Den Mushi.

However, the Den Den Mushi in Aon's hand was once again knocked unconscious by Sora and Hikari's Conqueror's Haki.

and so……

The Warring States Marshal was extremely anxious and began to suspect that something unexpected had happened. He feared that not only his grandson, but even his son was about to be lost.

Just as Fleet Admiral Sengoku was recording and confirming information about Aon through the Navy's internal intelligence system, his tenth attempt to dial a Den Den Mushi finally resulted in an answer.

"Hey, old man, good afternoon."

Arn's calm voice reached Marshal Sengoku's ears, instantly igniting his fury.

"You little brat, where are you?" the Warring States Marshal demanded.

"I'm busy, I'm busy..." Yann almost instinctively replied perfunctorily.

Just as the Sengoku commander was about to lose his temper, he suddenly heard the faint sounds of a baby coming from the Den Den Mushi.

"Eeya~ Eeya~~~"

Immediately, Marshal Sengoku, disregarding Ya'en's heinous actions, hurriedly asked, "Is that your grandson's voice, Ya'en?"

"Yes, that's right."

As soon as Yan responded, Marshal Sengoku's solemn and dignified face instantly blossomed like an old chrysanthemum, revealing a radiant smile.

"Quickly, let me talk to my grandson."

"Is he senile? He's only a few weeks old. How could he possibly talk?" Yann retorted.

As soon as Yan spoke, Marshal Sengoku's temper flared up for some reason, and he angrily rebuked him.

"You bastard, you're the one with dementia! I haven't even asked you why you didn't tell me about something as important as the birth of your grandson."

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?"

As he spoke, Yann took a slight breath and then recalled something.

It seems... that the Warring States Marshal has been completely forgotten.

At the time, I was so overwhelmed by the physical breakdown of Sora and Hikari that I forgot about it after the incident passed.

“Uh, well… I thought Hancock had already told you…” Yann replied somewhat guiltily.

"Hmph, you little bastard, I..."

"Eeya~"

"Hey, listen to this voice, isn't it adorable?" (To be continued)

[Chapter 417. I Don't Want to Be a General...]

……

Ya'en.

Hearing the terrifyingly different tone of the Warring States Marshal, Arn's lips twitched slightly.

When did the old man from the Warring States period become so adept at changing his expression in despair?

"Ya'en, have you named your grandson yet? I took some time to think about it and shortlisted about twenty names. Which one would you like to consider?"

"Yes, old man, the name has been chosen," Yann interrupted quietly.

"Are you awake? What's your name?" asked the Warring States Marshal.

“My brother’s name is Kong, and my sister’s name is Ying,” Ya’en replied.

The Warring States Marshal was taken aback at first, then exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Wait, two people?"

“That’s right, twins,” Yann replied.

"Wow~ They really are twins?!"

For a moment, the Warring States Marshal's tone revealed an undisguised surprise and joy.

"Quickly, quickly, Yone, get me back to Marineford, I want to see my grandson..."

At this point, Marshal Sengoku paused, realizing he might have overstepped his bounds, and cleared his throat before saying, "Ahem, there's an important mission for you to carry out."

Upon hearing this, Yann's tone immediately became somewhat troubled.

"Alas, old man, Kong was born with poor health, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and was pale and thin. He is currently undergoing treatment, so it may be inconvenient for him to sail."

In an instant, the Warring States Marshal's expression turned completely serious, his brows furrowing as he asked, "It won't be like when you were a child, will it?"

"More or less," Yann replied vaguely.

Immediately, recalling how pitiful Yann looked when he first adapted to the sea with his incredibly weak body, Marshal Sengoku's expression also turned somewhat grim.

When he was first adopted by Marshal Sengoku as a child, Aon was sick almost every few days for the first few years, and seemed like he could die at any moment.

It wasn't until later, when Yann's body gradually trained to a level that barely reached that of an ordinary person in this sea, that he was able to escape the tragedy of daily illness.

But now, Kong has just been born... How can they possibly survive this?

Sengoku, his face gradually showing worry, couldn't help but ask, "What about Ying? How is Ying's health?"

“Fire seems more like Hancock, and she’s very healthy,” Yann replied.

"Really? That's good, that's good..."

"What if it's empty? What did the doctor say?" asked the Warring States Marshal.

"The doctors on Amazon Lily have confirmed it; it's purely a case of congenital physical weakness, requiring very careful and gradual treatment..."

After a pause, Yann spoke cautiously.

"After some consideration, I realized that the climate in the Grand Line is too harsh, with large temperature fluctuations. So, I plan to let Sora receive treatment slowly on Amazon Lily in the Calm Belt until his condition improves."

"That is indeed a good idea. The climate changes very little in the doldrums, etc..."

Marshal Sengoku paused, then realized something and asked, "So, you little rascal, you mean to take Sora to Amazon Lily to recuperate for a few years until Sora grows up?"

Yann answered vaguely, "That's not exactly what I meant, but it's roughly the same thing."

The Warring States Marshal refuted without hesitation.

"Don't even think about getting away with this, you little brat. I will personally take care of Sora and Hikari. Besides, as a naval hero, your prolonged absence from Marineford could have a terrible impact."

But how could Yann possibly dare to return to Marineford now?

Not to mention that after bringing Sora and Luna back, their Conqueror's Haki would cause the Navy's internal order to collapse, which would be triggered by the ten or so times they experienced every day.

More importantly, Yann also clearly sensed the World Government's and the Five Elders' inclination to give him important responsibilities.

Under these circumstances, it would be natural for Yann to stay as far away as possible; otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible for Yann to suspect that the World Government and the Five Elders would directly promote him to the position of the fourth Marine Admiral.

If it really comes to that, it would be disgusting for Yann.

Within the Navy's internal rank system, those starting as Vice Admirals at the Navy Headquarters can possess their own naval warships and are qualified to lead naval fleets or serve as heads of naval divisions or branches.

It can be said that once promoted to Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, one is considered a high-ranking figure in the Navy, representing the core of the Navy's combat power, and enjoying considerable status, power, honor, and so on.

Going a step further, the rank of admiral represents the "highest combat power in the navy."

That was the true leader and core pillar of the Navy, a rank with the absolute power to launch a "Buster Call" and destroy any location!

At this point, the admiral was almost seen as a symbol of naval power and naval justice!