The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

Of course, not everyone present knew the inside story as much as Dragon and Ivankov did.

Especially those young warriors who had recently joined the Revolutionary Army, full of enthusiasm, and who regarded the World Government and the Navy as absolute evil.

What they see now is merely a once highly respected senior official.

Suddenly, he donned the cloak of naval justice, a symbol of "oppression" and "hypocrisy," and stood on the opposite side of the revolutionary army!

This stark contrast in visual and cognitive perception instantly ignited their anger.

"Traitor!" someone in the crowd shouted first.

"You actually defected to the Navy?!"

"Damn it! Have you forgotten our ideals?!"

"Naval lackeys! Manipulators of the World Government!"

"Get out of Baltimore!"

In an instant, the insults spread rapidly through the crowd like a plague.

These young soldiers joined the revolutionary army with the ideal of liberating the oppressed.

At least for now, in their minds, the Navy is the biggest accomplice in maintaining the Celestial Dragons' tyranny.

In their eyes, the bear's behavior was the most shameful betrayal!

Especially when the people are most easily incited!

In an instant, all sorts of harsh rebukes and curses were hurled at the bear, who stood isolated in the center of the arena, draped in a cloak of "justice."

"You lot..." Ivankov was both anxious and angry as he listened to the curses around him. He wanted to speak up and stop them, but Long stopped him with a look.

Long closed his eyes in anguish. He knew this was the price Xiong had to pay for choosing this path, and an inevitable reaction to the purity of the revolutionary army's ideology.

Therefore, neither he nor Ivan could show themselves, because the purity of these young soldiers' ideals was exactly what their revolutionary army needed!

If these two individuals were to step forward, it would be tantamount to the top leader repudiating the ideology...

Xiong silently endured all the insults, neither refuting nor explaining, but simply maintaining his usual gentle smile.

"Goodbye, everyone." With that, he slapped his chest with his palm.

With a soft "pop," the bear's figure vanished without a trace from Baltimore's revolutionary army headquarters.

All that remained was a ring of slowly dissipating air ripples, and the group of young soldiers who were still shouting and cursing excitedly, but had suddenly lost their target.

The next moment, on a deserted island far from the hustle and bustle, where only the sound of waves and wind could be heard.

"Pop!" With the same soft sound, the bear's tall figure suddenly appeared on the beach.

The sea breeze immediately lifted the white cloak of justice behind him, making the word "justice" stand out prominently in the open natural environment.

He had barely steadied himself when a slightly annoyed and disdainful voice came from above.

"Tsk, you could have just killed those noisy and stupid ants."

At the top of a tall coconut tree nearby, Enel leaned against the trunk, legs crossed, idly munching on an apple.

He looked down at the bear, his brow furrowed, clearly not understanding the bear's "swallowing its pride" at the Revolutionary Army headquarters.

The bear raised its head and looked at Enel at the top of the tree, its face showing neither anger nor resentment despite what had just happened.

Instead, his signature smile, tinged with a hint of naivety and gentleness, reappeared on his face. He shook his head slightly and said in a steady voice...

"They...were also my friends, my comrades with beautiful ideals."

They just... chose different paths.

Looking at the bear's expression, Enel couldn't help but roll his eyes, mentally labeling him with those three words.

[A nice guy]

At the same time, Enel couldn't help but recall the battle he and Kizaru fought together at G-1 base not long ago.

This seemingly mild-mannered "good guy" actually possesses terrifying strength!

Those hands, seemingly soft and fleshy, could deflect any attack, including Kizaru's troublesome light-speed kick.

And the ability to move at near-instantaneous speed, as well as to extract and transfer the damage and pain suffered by others directly from their bodies.

It can even absorb the fatigue that Enel himself experiences from prolonged electrical discharges, allowing him to maintain peak output almost continuously!

What impressed Enel the most was the bear-paw-shaped energy cannon that condensed in Kuma's paws and filled half the sky.

That pure, destructive power formed an extremely strong contrast with the gentle giant before him.

"Hmph!" Enel took a big bite of apple and mumbled his assessment, "You bastard... the nickname 'Tyrant'..."

Although it doesn't suit your overly kind personality at all, when it comes to ability, you truly deserve it!

After saying that, Enel curled his lip, adding with a hint of lingering fear and resignation.

"When he gets ruthless, he's an absolute, monstrous 'tyrant'."

When asked about Enel's assessment, Kuma simply responded with his usual gentle smile, neither confirming nor denying it.

Instead, gazing into the distance, he calmly said, "We should go back, Enel."

Mr. Guern specifically instructed that although your abilities are powerful, your personality... well, it's rather eye-catching.

I will assist you during future missions.

Enel smirked at this, quickly finished the rest of the apple, and casually tossed the core into the sea.

Hmph! He knows exactly what's going on!

Gern was clearly afraid that this "Thor" would run into a tough opponent again because he was too flamboyant, and then, without asking for help, suffer the same setback as before.

So, sending this powerful, steady, and reliable bear to watch over him was, frankly speaking, to provide him with insurance.

Although he knew it was for his own good, Enel would never admit it.

So it nimbly leaped down from the top of the tree and landed beside the bear.

He dusted off his hands, raised his chin, and said in his characteristically arrogant tone, "Hmph! Cooperate?"

What cooperation does this god need? It's just that Gern is worrying for nothing! He glanced sideways at the bear.

"However... considering that your strength is passable and you can barely keep up with my pace, I'll allow you to follow along and witness the true power of a 'god'!"

As he spoke, he walked forward on his own, muttering to himself, "Really, to have me, a god, paired with such a taciturn guy..."

Hey, big guy, don't hold me back!

"Be swift, ruthless, and imposing! Show those mortals your absolute authority! Understand?"

"And you need to change that nice guy attitude of yours! Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself!"

When it's time to be ruthless, you have to be ruthless! Ideally, like me! Ruthless anytime, anywhere.

Enel kept rambling on, offering all sorts of criticisms and suggestions (or rather, instructions).

Like a barrage of bullets, it rained down on the bear, perfectly illustrating what "tsundere" means.

Despite Enel's blunt criticism and arrogant words, Kuma showed no anger whatsoever.

He simply lowered his head slightly, looking at the incessantly chattering "god" beside him, his face still bearing that gentle, all-encompassing smile.

Listening quietly, nodding occasionally as if seriously considering Enel's "suggestion".

The sunlight shone on the two people, one active and one still, one wild and one gentle, creating a peculiar scene.

One walks ahead, chattering incessantly, "planning" the future.

A silent and reliable companion follows behind, like the strongest bulwark.

Perhaps, this combination is surprisingly good.

Chapter 347 Barrett's Daughter-Slave Nature

G-10 Base, in the huge training ground on the back mountain that was specially opened up to accommodate the monsters to their fullest extent.

Just as Gurn put away the Den Den Mushi in his hand, he confirmed that Kuma had finished dealing with the Revolutionary Army's affairs and had met up with Enel.

"Looks pretty good, after all, not many people can stand Enel's sharp tongue!"

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile unconsciously appeared on Gern's lips. Things were developing step by step in the direction he had expected.

So he turned his gaze to the lone figure standing tall at the other end of the training field.

Hawkeye was holding "Night," one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. He exuded an aura of power, clearly ready for a sparring match.

Looking at his serious and earnest expression, Gern suddenly felt playful and teased him with a smile, "Hey, Mihawk."

I said, "Before you draw your sword, why don't you try writing a poem or something? It'll add some grandeur and style."

"Poetry?" A hint of obvious doubt flashed in Hawkeye's sharp, hawk-like pupils, and his brows furrowed slightly. "What poetry?"

“Oh, that kind!” Gern gestured, mimicking the tone he imagined, “like reciting ‘The three thousand worlds, the dust has settled’ before swinging the sword.”

Or maybe it's something like, "With this blade, nothing is beyond its reach," or even "The entire world is but a single slash"... Sounds so cool, doesn't it!

Hearing Gurn's absurd suggestion, Hawkeye's face darkened instantly, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of Black Blade Night.

Damn it! To him, Gern's words were a veiled insult, implying that his knife wasn't fast enough or sharp enough, and that he needed to rely on his words to make up for it!

"Bastard..." Hawkeye spat out the word through gritted teeth, a flicker of anger rising in his eyes.

"Are you complaining that my knife... is too slow?!"

Before the words were even finished!

"Clang!" A crisp, soul-crushing sound suddenly rang out!

Without any apparent starting move from Hawkeye, a massive, condensed, deep green slash instantly tore through the air.

With a speed beyond visual capture, it instantly traversed the entire training ground, slashing towards Gern at the waist!

Wherever the slash passed, the ground was plowed open by the invisible sharpness, leaving a deep and neat trench!

"Haha! That's more like it!" Seeing this, Gern was not surprised but delighted, his eyes blazing with intense fighting spirit: "That's the kind of momentum I've been looking for!"

As he laughed, Gern's right hand gripped the hilt of the Black Blade Eight Desolations, and dark purple Overlord Lightning burst forth instantly!

.........

Meanwhile, on the other side of the training field, at a safe distance from the area where Gern and Hawkeye's earth-shattering slashes collided.

Douglas Barrett, his body as massive as a steel tower, leaned against the trunk of a giant tree that would require several people to encircle, breathing heavily.

His slightly red skin was covered with crisscrossing wounds. Although some were old wounds, most of them were new wounds from his sparring with Gern.

Barrett, however, paid no attention to it. Instead, he stared intently at the two figures in the distance that kept intersecting, each collision causing the earth to tremble.

"Little Ba-chan~"

Just then, a clear and slightly playful voice rang out beside him.

Lipo, with her white rabbit ears swaying, and a petite figure, was kneeling beside Barrett.

His hands, bathed in a soft, healing green light, tirelessly treated the raw, gaping wounds on his body.

"Little Ba-chan, you lost to Gern again this month!"

Upon hearing the name "Little Barrett," Barrett's fierce face, which was enough to frighten a child, suddenly turned to the side, his large, bell-shaped eyes glaring at Lipo.

If anyone else in the world dared to call him that, even if it was Gern, Barrett would definitely pounce on them and fight them to the death.

But when he faces Ribo, this non-human little rabbit who is always surrounded by sunshine and healing energy, all his violent energy inexplicably dissipates.

Barrett then gave him a mock fierce glare before turning back to continue watching the battle in the distance.

His voice was low and tinged with a barely perceptible hint of frustration: "Gern... has gotten stronger again."

The gap between him and me has not narrowed; in fact, it has widened.

He paused, his tone tinged with self-deprecation and helplessness, "In the past, after he finished fighting with me, he would at least stop and catch his breath."

Now, he can directly engage in combat at Mihawk's level... He's a monster.

"How could that be?" Lipo's healing light continued, her head tilted, her bunny ears swaying gently with her movements, her tone full of natural encouragement, "Little Ba-chan, you've become even stronger too!"

With each sparring session, your strength and dominance grow!

Unlike me, I've practiced martial arts for so long, but I haven't made much progress. I can only hide in the back and heal everyone..."