Chapter 336: Young Navy

Why get caught again?

Blackbeard actually wanted to know very much: Why was he caught by the Navy again!

Damn Navy, is there only one pirate in the entire sea, him Blackbeard? Why do they always chase him Blackbeard without letting go?

The Navy really has the ability to go catch an Emperor?

Go catch the remnants of the Roger Pirates!

Go catch the rebellious Revolutionary Army!

Staring at him Blackbeard all day long, isn't this bullying an honest person?

Moreover, in recent years, the pirate with the highest bounty on the sea, the little Bai Mao, now stands before the Fleet Admiral; if you have the ability, go catch the little Bai Mao.

Blackbeard just wanted to beg a few words, sell some of Whitebeard's favor, and thereby coerce the little Bai Mao to save him.

You little Bai Mao are Heavy on Emotion, aren't you?

Do you acknowledge Whitebeard's favor?

Unexpectedly, Garp, with three moves and five steps, took off his smelly socks that hadn't been washed for many days and stuffed them directly into Blackbeard's mouth.

Seeing this situation, Sengoku immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Saint Saint Saint Saiwen, this way please."

"The banquet is already prepared."

Blackbeard, overwhelmed by the stench of the smelly socks until his eyes rolled back, tried repeatedly but still failed to use his tongue to push the smelly socks out of his mouth, and could only look helplessly at that receding figure.

Damn little Bai Mao! Is the friendship of many years known to each other fake?

You should save me.

"Bogat, you watch this brat; I just happen to be a bit hungry."

After tossing Blackbeard to his adjutant, Garp quickly caught up with Sengoku, obviously preparing to mix a big meal.

Bogat took Blackbeard from Garp's hands: "Stop looking; what status does he have now, and what status do you have?"

Hearing this, Blackbeard's eyes grew even dimmer.

Yes, the little Bai Mao is the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma, a World Noble Celestial Dragon; his travels are guarded by CP agents, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku personally receives him.

And him?

He is merely a prisoner of the Navy, merely a wanted criminal about to be handed over to the World Government by the Navy.

Having left the Whitebeard Pirates to sail again for these two years, except for the identity of Rokks' son, he now has nothing.

The family business he struggled so hard to build was crushed into fragments by Garp's single punch; Krieger was severely injured and died, and eight hundred pirate lackeys survived none.

Lu Bianyi and his brothers are nowhere to be found.

Before this, the Arlong brothers and the traitor Lafitte were captured alive by Kizaru and imprisoned in Impel Down; the only intern, Wapol, packed his luggage and ran away.

It equals that he mixed for nothing these two years!

No, it is even worse than mixing for nothing.

If at this moment he were still on the Moby Dick, playing house games with Old Man and the brothers, at least he wouldn't have fallen to become a prisoner like now.

Blackbeard felt regret for the first time about leaving the Whitebeard Pirates to sail again, but it was too late to regret.

Of course, at the banquet welcoming Saint Saint Saint Saiwen.

A group of Navy high officials seemed to have reached an understanding, taking turns coming before Saint Saint Saint Saiwen to offer a toast, clearly intending to use the alcohol to reclaim some belated face.

If you can't beat you, Saint Saint Saint Saiwen, can't we get you drunk?

You are now a Celestial Dragon; the Navy cannot avenge the Navy sacrificed in the Marineford War, so let's just get you drunk to death.

Even Navy Admiral Kuzan came over holding a wine jar to offer a toast.

"Saint Saint Saint Saiwen, what a capacity for alcohol."

Saint Saint Saiwen's drunken eyes were half-closed, his cheeks flushed with a touch of wine red, and his whole body leaned loosely against the chair back.

"It's Kuzan..."

"Come, keep drinking."

The Navy had their little schemes, wanting to get Saint Saint Saiwen drunk while offering toasts; Saint Saint Saiwen, in turn, took the opportunity to carry out his next plans.

After all, what the Navy swallowed down their throats was wine, while Saint Saint Saiwen had long since transferred the wine into his system space.

The drunkenness at this moment was all acting.

The banquet continued until late at night.

Led by Fleet Admiral Sengoku, a group of high officials, drunk and squinting their eyes, watched as Rosward and Lachi Ru supported Saint Saint Saiwen to leave.

"Saint Saint Saint Saiwen... really can drink."

After sighing once, Sengoku fell asleep immediately.

Enel, who had been sitting nearby eating melon the whole time, helped Smoker, whose face was flushed red, to his feet.

"Let's go; the protagonist has left."

"We should also hurry back to rest; you wouldn't want to be unable to get up tomorrow morning and be scolded by Teacher Zephyr, right?"

Smoker shook his head with a silly smile.

"Truly absurd; clearly regarding each other as enemies, yet we can only use this method to reclaim a little interest."

"Do you say the Navy still has a future?"

Enel did not reply, but instead helped Smoker away from the banquet hall on his own.

As a spy of the Morning Star Crew within the Navy, Enel's heart was very conflicted.

He both wanted to end his spy life as soon as possible and follow the Captain to the Infinite Land, and also wanted to stay in the Navy to help Teacher Zephyr—letting the New Navy move toward greatness.

Because Zephyr did not attend the welcome banquet.

After sending Smoker home and settling him, Enel returned home to report to Teacher Zephyr.

The night was deep, the sea wind carrying salty, damp air as it lashed against the windows. Smoker leaned against the wall to steady himself, then stumbled over to the full-length mirror at the washbasin.

However, the mirror surface, which should have reflected his figure, suddenly rippled with a strange disturbance without warning.

Before Smoker could regain his senses, a hand reached out from the mirror and dragged him straight into it.

The scene before his eyes instantly spun and whirled; when Smoker opened his eyes again—

he saw an endless mirror space, a vast expanse of white all around, with no distinction between heaven and earth, no boundary or outline, and even the light appeared soft and ethereal.

Smoker was completely dazed.

"Am I dreaming?"

No sooner had the words left his lips than brilliant, dazzling Jin Guang suddenly flared in the void, gradually coalescing into a human figure.

There stood an old man with white eyebrows, beard, and hair, holding a Devil Fruit in one hand.

"Young Marine, did you drop this Logia-type Devil Fruit, or this Paramecia-type Devil Fruit?"

Smoker rubbed his eyes.

"Old man, I dropped both of them."

Saint Saint Saiwen's eye twitched slightly at the corner.

"Young Marine, greed is like fire burning the mind, and desire is like wind without end.

People must always be content."

Smoker stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

"Old man, could you tell this young one the names of these two Devil Fruits?"

This dream feels so real; could it be that after seeing Enel consume the Mythical Zoan-type Yamata no Orochi form, I've been thinking about it so much that I'm dreaming of it at night?

"The one on the left is the Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit."

"The one on the right is the Paramecia-type Sweet-Sweet Fruit."

"Young Marine," Saint Saint Saiwen asked again, "did you drop this Logia-type Devil Fruit, or this Paramecia-type Devil Fruit?"

Smoker did not hesitate for a moment.

"I dropped the Logia-type one on the left."

Even a fool would know how to choose; the Logia-type fruits are the rarest Devil Fruits on the Grand Line, and all three current Admirals of the Navy consume Logia-type fruits.

If he could obtain the Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit, he, Smoker, might just as well become a Navy Admiral!

Even if it were just a dream.

What if? What if his luck finally turned?

Isn't that how the Inazuma storybooks are written? The white-bearded old man before him is very likely the golden finger belonging to him, Smoker.

Saint Saint Saiwen tossed it lightly, and the Smoke-Smoke Fruit instantly knocked Smoker out of the mirror space.

"So this one was yours."