RNP Chapter 87 Dorag: That kid Bazel has been smart since he was a child!
Chapter 87 Dorag: That kid Bazel has been smart since he was a child!
Chapter 87 Dorag: That kid Bazel has been smart since he was a child!
"That's right!"
Garp stood up straight with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, and his heroic appearance stunned Tsuru beside him.
"Don't even mention stripping me of my rank as a lieutenant general; even if you put me on the wanted list, I wouldn't bat an eye!"
"You wish!"
Tsuru interrupted Garp, rolling her eyes:
"You bastard, all you want is a freer life, don't think we don't know!"
Break in a second.
Garp scratched the back of his head and chuckled:
"Oh dear, Tsuru-chan~ Don't be so direct. I'm a dignified lieutenant general at headquarters, I have my pride too."
Tsuru ignored Garp's antics and turned to look at the Den Den Mushi.
"What are you planning to do? Perhaps I can put it another way. What is your plan?"
"If headquarters is to launch an operation against the West Sea during this grand banquet, I suggest you use the World Economic News newspaper as a signal."
The smile on the Den Den Mushi's face gradually faded, and a sharp edge slowly emerged.
"Although we don't know when the grand banquet will begin, Malone said that as long as all the beasts participate, he will also attend."
"In other words, if you see news of Malone's death in the newspapers, then take action immediately."
"Taking advantage of the turmoil in the Western Sea, we will seize the opportunity to enter the Western Sea by setting it ablaze, and take over all affairs in the name of justice."
"Even if justice cannot be restored to that sea in the short term, at least the real troublemakers must be eliminated!"
"Vice Admiral Garp, is Dragon still in the Navy?"
Kong's lips twitched, and he turned away, pretending not to have heard.
The only ones who dared to speak frankly in front of these people were Garp and Bazel.
"Nonsense, with his father here, where could the brat possibly run off to?!"
Garp spoke loudly, but for some reason his eyes kept looking towards the ceiling.
"Let him handle this. Consider it his last bit of service. Seeing the Celestial Dragons' actions, Dragon will definitely not stay in the Navy."
"The justice he seeks is something he can never find in the Navy."
After leaving the Navy, Garp snatched the Den Den Mushi and placed it in front of him. He sighed, sat down, leaned over, and vigorously rubbed his cheeks with both hands.
"You and Dragon are both kids I watched grow up. Now you're going undercover as a pirate, and that Dragon kid is leaving again."
"Warring States Period, look at my hair on both sides, has it turned white?"
"Get out of here."
With a slap, Garp was sent flying, and Sengoku regained control of Den Den Mushi.
"You want to make Dragon take the blame?"
"It's not like I'm taking the blame. If Dragon really leaves the Navy in the future, I want the West Blue to become his territory."
Bazel, on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, made no attempt to hide his thoughts.
"Vice Admiral Garp is right about something: his father is in the Navy, so even if he runs to the ends of the earth, his soul is still filled with justice."
"The Western Sea is a chaotic sea, and headquarters should not focus too much on that area."
"Once we get through next year's crisis, it would be perfect to hand it over to Dragon to manage."
"As the son of a naval hero, all the new naval personnel stationed in the West Blue will give Vice Admiral Garp some face."
"No matter what Dragon does in that sea area, as long as it's not too outrageous, they'll turn a blind eye."
"And Vice Admiral Garp can also legitimately skip work to go to the West Blue and check out the situation there."
"For our navy, it's a win-win situation with no downsides."
The three of them did not rush to answer, but instead turned to look at Master Yuan.
After a moment's thought, Kong nodded in agreement.
"For now, let's do as Twilight says. Garp, you'll be in charge of informing Dragon."
"This mission could be big or small, but the most crucial thing is not the West Sea, but the issue of Dragon's beliefs."
Looking at Garp, Kong tapped his temple meaningfully.
"Garp, don't pretend you don't know what you should and shouldn't do."
"I've heard some things about Dorrag. His ideas are dangerous. You should try to intervene, just like what happened last time."
"To the World Government, the Navy is just an armed organization under evil; they don't care about our feelings."
"They won't understand what a 30% cut in military spending means; all they know is that they have to teach us a lesson."
"If Dragon really becomes a dangerous person in the future, where will you stand then?"
"I'm aware of this matter."
Garp's expression gradually returned to calm.
"I'll have a good talk with that brat."
"Yes, that would be best."
I will say no more.
"At dusk, headquarters will cooperate with your actions. Regardless of whether this plan succeeds or fails, I will record a contribution in your file."
"When you return victorious, I will personally prepare a grand feast to welcome you back!"
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Marshal. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll hang up now."
Kacha—the Den Den Mushi has entered a dormant state.
Garp slowly stood up.
"I'm going to find that kid Dragon. The three of you can discuss the rest."
Zephyr's Outdoor Classroom
Dorag stepped out from the back of the crowd, looking at his father with a puzzled expression.
"Dad, what are you up to now? I'm learning how to train my subordinates."
Garp remained silent, simply pulling Dragon towards a more secluded, deserted corner.
"Dorag, Bazel just called—"
Immediately afterwards, Garp told Dragon everything that had happened during the four-person meeting.
Among these was Bazel's recommendation for him to manage the West Sea.
"Recommend me?"
Dorrag was stunned at first, then fell into deep thought.
He still hasn't looked at the book that Bazel gave him.
It wasn't because he was lazy or forgot, but because he hadn't reached that point of desperation.
"Why would he recommend me? Even if he wanted to recommend someone suitable to rule the West Sea underworld, Instructor Zefa has a whole bunch of them."
"Whether it's Onigumo or Sakazuki, aren't their fierce appearances more fitting?"
Sitting in the shade, gazing at the sky, Garp let out a long sigh.
"You want to go independent, right? Bazel has already guessed the path you plan to take in the future."
"He said that our headquarters shouldn't focus too much attention on Little West Sea, and that you, my son, would be the most suitable candidate."
"He said that the chaotic sea area would be a good place for you to practice."
Practice?
Dorrag was surprised. He did want to go independent, but he had no idea what he would do if he did.
Become a pirate?
Forget it, if he dares to go out and become a pirate, his own father will catch him and bring him back the next day.
He couldn't possibly beat his own bastard father, who had forced his way into the clutches of that overlord, Rocks!
As for the "practice" that Bazel mentioned, if we want to delve deeper into its meaning...
"It seems that the path I'm destined to take is right there. As expected of Bazel, his brain circuits have been different since he was a child."
Once Dorrag understood this, he couldn't help but smile wryly.
In a sense, I am also a witness to watching Bazel grow up from the age of six.
The other person's strangeness began to show from childhood.
While he was still worrying about Garp's wilderness survival training, Garp took him to set up a shelter, make smoked jerky, and raise low-risk wild animals as reserve food.
They'd often go to the beach to dig for seashells and collect crabs; they lived such a comfortable life.
Before Bazell arrived, Dorrag lived a life of hardship, sometimes having enough to eat and sometimes going hungry.
But after Bazel joined, Dorrag even doubted whether he was mentally challenged or brain-damaged.
Why didn't he think of that?
Why can't he go pick up the crabs?
Why did he insist on fighting with tigers and black bears?
Not to mention the training to swim with sharks in the sea. Just thinking about how Bazel gently pushed a shark's nose with his hand, fed it a few dried fish, and rubbed it a few times, taming it into a shark-brand surfboard, made Dorrag feel inferior.
Bazel has been smart since he was a kid!
"But Dad, I've always been curious about what Bazel's sense of justice is?"
"I asked Borsalino before, but he just wouldn't tell me."
"Didn't that shiny monkey tell you?"
Kapuyi then picked his nose and spoke in a nonchalant manner.
"That kid Bazel's justice is special, unlike the justice of the Warring States period when the rulers ruled the world."
"His sense of justice is that he is willing to bear all the infamy of the sea in order to carry out the belief of true justice."
"It is the justice of heroes."