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

Chapter 87 Zefa Family Daily Life

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the Marineford naval family quarters, filling the Zephyr family's yard with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Laughter filled the room as Libo played happily with Zefa's wife, Lina, and their four-year-old son.

"Sister Lipo, one more time!" The little boy with purple hair like Zephyr jumped excitedly, his little hand tugging at Lipo, his eyes full of admiration.

"Alright!" Libo grinned, bent over, placed her hands on the ground, did a backflip, and landed steadily, her drooping ears swaying gently with the movement. "How was that? Pretty impressive, huh!"

"Wow! That's awesome!" the little boy clapped and cheered, then turned to his mother. "Mom, I want to learn too!"

Lina gently ruffled her son's hair and smiled, "When you're a little older, your father will teach you."

“Dad is always so busy…” the little boy pouted, but quickly perked up again, “But now I have Sister Libo to play with!”

Lipo squatted down and pinched his little face: "Don't worry, I'll come and keep you company often from now on!"

Completely different from the laughter and chatter inside the house, outside in the yard...

Zefa and Guern sat facing each other at the stone table, with the transfer document in the middle, the atmosphere slightly heavy.

Zefa frowned, tapping his fingers incessantly on the table, clearly finding the arrangement unbelievable.

"No, what exactly is Marshal Kong thinking?" Zefa finally couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with undisguised confusion.

"I'm transferring you to Sakazuki's side? So the two of you can handle the Golden Lion Flying Pirates' affairs together?"

Seeing Zephyr's expression, Gern shrugged, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Teacher Zephyr, are you doubting my abilities?"

“It’s not a matter of ability.” Zephyr suddenly stood up and paced back and forth. “It’s because I know you too well!”

"Perhaps the marshal thinks that the two of us can spark some kind of 'chemistry'?"

"Sparks?" Zephyr scoffed. "I think it's more like an explosion!"

After finishing speaking, Zefa picked up the documents again and rubbed his temples.

"Although Sakazuki is stubborn, at least he still follows direct orders from headquarters."

"And you..." He stopped and stared at Gern.

"What's wrong with me?" Gern raised an eyebrow, looking completely innocent. "I'm a good boy too, okay!"

"Heh, you're so obedient?" Zephyr glared at Gern and sneered.

"You may look lazy on the surface, but you're crazier than anyone else on the inside!"

I can't imagine putting the two of you together.

"Professor Zephyr, don't you have any faith in me at all?"

"This isn't about faith at all; it's that you're a complete lawless bastard (the troublemaker)!"

Seeing Zephyr's complete disbelief, Gern's lips curled into a helpless smile.

"Teacher, your words have hurt my feelings deeply."

"Heh." Zephyr snorted coldly, sat down again, and held the document between his fingers.

"In short, putting the two extremes together is definitely not a choice that should be made."

This was a direct order from the Marshal, and Zefa could only grumble about it.

Gern didn't answer further, but instead picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Then, turning to look at Zefa, he said, "Actually, I have another question."

That's right. Logically speaking, shouldn't Vice Admiral Garp be in charge of the Golden Lion incident?

Although that sea area is directly under G-3's jurisdiction, shouldn't the admiral-level combat force responsible for providing support be within his jurisdiction?

“Garp…” Zephyr’s expression stiffened slightly at the mention of Garp.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Garp is currently... in a special situation."

"Oh?" Gern became interested. "What happened?"

Zephyr gave Gern a deep look, seemingly considering his words.

"Drag left the Navy last month and even fought Garp in the East China Sea."

"What?" Gern was stunned, clearly not expecting this development. "Karp fought with his own son?"

“That’s right.” Zephyr sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. “When Dragon resigned, he said something like, ‘Justice can’t be found in the Navy.’”

"Ha, he's clearly a lawless bastard himself, and now he's started some kind of 'Self-Reliant Army'." Zephyr shook his head as he spoke.

"In short, Garp is in a very unstable emotional state right now. The Marshal ordered him to do his best to capture Roger, so that he can have a place to vent his anger."

“No wonder.” Gern nodded thoughtfully.

He roughly understood the current situation within the navy.

Garp was preoccupied with family matters and had no time for anything else, while Sengoku and Tsuru were dealing with other affairs.

Steelbone Kong clearly wanted to use Sakazuki's "discipline" to restrain himself, an "unstable factor."

"So..." Gern chuckled, "Is the Air Marshal really planning to use Sakazuki to 'pressure' me?"

“Pressing you?” Zephyr scoffed. “He’s playing with fire!”

Sakazuki's extremism and your recklessness, put together, will only lead to an explosion!

"In short, be more discreet when you go to G-3, and don't cause too much of a commotion."

Gern grinned: "Try your best."

Zefa glared at him: "Not just try, it's a must!"

Gern pretended not to hear and simply looked back into the room.

This time, Libo seemed to notice his gaze, turned her head and waved at him, her smile as bright as the sun.

.......

Suddenly, the wind in the courtyard quieted down.

Zefa heard his wife Lina's laughter and his son's excited shouts coming from inside the house, mixed with Libo's light footsteps.

He turned his head and, through the half-open window, saw Lippo with one foot on the coffee table.

Her other leg was raised high, maintaining perfect balance, while the little boy clumsily imitated her movements.

He lost his balance and fell right into Lina's arms, making the mother and son burst into laughter.

Seeing this heartwarming scene, Zephyr's lips unconsciously curled up, and his cold, hard features softened a bit.

Following his gaze, Gern chuckled, "Professor Zephyr, Libo's talent must be quite good, right?"

Zephyr withdrew his gaze and snorted: "A perfect physical combat prospect."

Furthermore, since her Devil Fruit ability is supportive, her potential is enormous.

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned disdainful, "But being your adjutant would be a disservice."

"Huh?" Gern raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'feeling wronged'?!"

Zefa snorted and crossed his arms: "Although you are my disciple, you don't follow my physical techniques at all. You just mess around with those vibration tricks all day long."

He glanced inside, and Libo smiled slightly. "But Libo is different. As a Mink, she has exceptional coordination and explosive power."

Even their combat instincts are well-suited for traditional physical training.

Gern's lips twitched: "So?"

“Therefore, while you’re at headquarters, I will personally supervise Ripo.” Zephyr made the final decision, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"This will help her solidify her foundation and prevent her from being led astray by you."

Gern opened his mouth, but could only shake his head helplessly in the end: "You just said before that I shouldn't have gone to see that hairy adjutant, but now..."

"Now what?" Zephyr narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous.

"Haha, it's nothing." Gern immediately raised his hands, revealing an innocent smile.

“You are now a famous chief instructor in the Navy. If Ribo learns from you, she will definitely make rapid progress.”

"That's more like it." Zephyr nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked into the house, muttering to himself.

"That girl learns quickly; she'll probably master the basics in no time. Combined with the characteristics of the Mink Tribe, her future achievements are promising..."

As Gern watched his retreating figure, he couldn't help but chuckle softly, "What a hypocrite, old man..."

Inside, Libo was spinning the little boy around in her arms. When she looked up and saw Zephyr walk in, she immediately waved excitedly.

“Professor Zephyr, Gern!”

"Come quick, Lina baked some delicious cookies!"

Chapter 88 Gion

A few days later, the morning sunlight streamed into Guern's bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden light.

The originally simple bedroom now features many carrot elements.

Carrot-patterned cushions, carrot-patterned curtains, and even the wall hangings were replaced by a carrot field scene by Lipo.

On the large bed, Gern slowly opened his eyes, feeling a tingling sensation in his right arm.

He turned his head and saw that it was Libo curled up beside him.

His fluffy, droopy ears rested on his chest, and his breathing was even and long.

She was wearing carrot-patterned pajamas, her cheeks flushed a soft pink from deep sleep.

A satisfied smile lingered on her lips, as if she were dreaming of munching on her favorite carrot.

"You're in my bed again?" Gern gently nudged her shoulder. "Libor, wake up..."

"Hmm... just five more minutes..." Libo mumbled indistinctly, turned over, and used Guern's arm as a pillow, hugging it even tighter.

Gern smiled helplessly.

Zefa's intense training these past few days has left Lipo exhausted. She falls asleep as soon as she gets home every day, and can only eat half of her favorite carrot cake.

Seeing this, Guern didn't intend to call her any further, so he carefully withdrew his arm and quietly got out of bed.

Of course, before leaving, I casually patted her head; the soft touch of her drooping ears still brought me joy.

After washing up and changing his clothes, Gern glanced at the mountain of documents piled on the table and his lips twitched.

Coach Zefa truly lives up to his reputation as a "ruthless" coach; he shows no mercy not only in training but also in his clerical work.

During the time before his transfer to G-3 base, Zefa crammed all these backlogged reports and approval forms into his hands.

“I shouldn’t have said those things on the phone…” Gern sighed, picking up the top document.

I glanced at the title—"Second Approval for Supplies During the New World Cruise."

“It’s this kind of troublesome thing…” Gern rubbed his temples, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from the bedroom, followed by Lippo's groggy complaints.

"Ugh... the floor is so hard..."

"Sigh." Gern couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head, and pushed open the door to leave.

......

Meanwhile, at Marineford naval base.

Vice Admiral Tsuru's warship slowly approached the shore. Gion, on the deck, looked at the familiar port, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

After learning that Gern had returned to headquarters, she completed her mission ahead of schedule, prompting even Lieutenant General He to jokingly remark that she was "eager to return home."

"Gion, I'll handle this mission report. You should go and rest." Tsuru stood beside her, her gaze gentle yet tinged with a hint of teasing.

"After all... someone can't wait to see you."

"Sister Tsuru!" Gion's ears burned, and she subconsciously retorted, "I was just returning according to plan!"

He chuckled softly, not exposing her, but simply patted her shoulder: "Go ahead."

Gion quickly stepped off the warship, her heart beating faster than usual.

However, as soon as she stepped into the port square, she suddenly stopped.