Bonus 23
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The Marine branch on Fish-Man Island has been set up in an organized manner, thanks to strong support from the island's residents and the eager registration of some ambitious young individuals.
All essential equipment has been completed. Despite quota restrictions, the passionate spirit of the youth on Fish-Man Island remains unstoppable.
After all, the person who saved Princess Otohime that day, defeated the giant Sea Kings with a mere gaze, and rescued Fish-Man Island from peril left a lasting impression on them.
Of course, they are unaware that Arlong was vanquished by Atlas and that Tiger was personally apprehended by Impel Down.
Nevertheless, it was Admiral Kizaru himself who orchestrated that. What connection does Atlas have with him?
Suddenly, above the lively fishmen district, a massive damaged ship burst forth and penetrated the bubble layer, eliciting astonishment from onlookers.
Boom—!!!
The ground cracked, dust billowed, and the shattered ship disintegrated, revealing an embarrassed figure rolling out.
"It appears they were attacked by Sea Kings..."
Observing the sizable ship in such disrepair, someone swiftly deduced the nature of the encounter.
"But—those clothes seem somewhat familiar?!"
"It's the Celestial Dragons?!"
"Why...are there Celestial Dragons underwater?!!"
The fish-man slave, who narrowly escaped from the Holy Land Mariejois during Tiger's rescue, immediately recognized the nightmarish figures.
Celestial Dragons, the world's nobles, are entities capable of alarming even the Marine Admiral and can act with impunity anywhere in the world.
Though many haven't personally witnessed a Celestial Dragon, the deep-seated fear of these so-called descendants of the Creator has developed over centuries of oppression by the fishmen.
"Hooah..."
Suddenly, the embarrassed figure lifted his head and cursed loudly:
"Beasts... they're all dead, these useless trash... Huh!!"
"..."
Startled by the sudden movement and influenced by the infamous reputation of the Celestial Dragons, nearby fishmen who had initially wanted to approach and witness the commotion instantly recoiled, nearly stumbling to the ground.
"Hurry up and get the mask!! Fishe..."
Mjosgard slowly lifted his head, revealing a face with a bruised nose and swollen features, and blood flowing. His eyes glared angrily at the surrounding Fishmen, and his hands continued to search his body.
Click——!!!
A golden pistol abruptly materialized in his hand, its black muzzle aimed at the crowd.
"Here...the fish-men's fishy smell is almost killing me!!"
"Hurry up and get the mask! Hurry up and save me, idiots!! Whoops!"
The intense pain from the broken ribs piercing his heart and lungs constantly tormented his nerves, and his breathing resembled a bellows, making him appear extremely feeble.
"...!!!"
Seeing the guy in front of him uttering fish and calling them idiots, all the fishmen present couldn't help but furrow their brows slightly.
This kind of trash is indeed as dreadful as the rumors suggest!
"Hurry up and call the doctor! Hurry! Hurry..."
"Call the doctor!..."
As his consciousness became increasingly blurred, Mjosgard could distinctly feel the ebbing of life.
"If you don't come, I will die!!!"
Dong Dong Dong——!!!
At this moment, a small group of patrolling Marines approached with tridents in hand upon hearing the news, casting cold glances at Mjosgard lingering on the ground.
"Where's the medical team..."
A fish-man Marine, who appeared to be the team leader, turned around and inquired.
"It's already here... but what should we do with that thing..."
A Marine, a fishman behind him, spoke in a deep voice.
He even boldly referred to the Celestial Dragons as things, and his eyes revealed an emotion called hatred.
He is one of the fortunate ones who managed to escape from Mariejois, so he is acutely aware of the repulsive nature of these individuals. To call them things is actually giving them too much credit.
"He should be killed, the world's best trash..."
The squad leader glanced at Mjosgard, still wailing on the ground, showing no inclination to sympathize.
"Gabis, we have notified Ryugu Palace..."
The fishman Marine behind him couldn't help but intervene, fearing that the captain might impulsively kill the Celestial Dragons in anger. Otherwise, Master Hakuryu, a Marine Admiral, would likely find himself in a very precarious situation, right?
"Marine..."
In bewilderment, Mjosgard caught sight of the Marine blue, and the surprise in his eyes intensified.
How can a fishman... become a Marine?!
"Things - shouldn't be like this!!!"
He had initially heard that after Jinbei became a Shichibukai, the original Sun Pirates disbanded, with the crew returning to Fish-Man Island, and the former fishman slaves also going back to the island.
So, he clandestinely went to Fish-Man Island with some of his people, attempting to bring back the fishman slaves he had spent a considerable sum to purchase, back to the Holy Land Mariejois!
But what he didn't expect was.
On the way, he was attacked by Sea Kings. Despite reaching his destination by chance, the fishmen's attitude filled him with fear.
The script shouldn't be like this!!!
Given his past experiences in the Sabaody Archipelago, shouldn't they have treated him with respect and fear upon discovering his identity as a Celestial Dragon? Then, wouldn't they willingly accompany him back to Mariejois?!
"Hey!! Aladine! What do you want to do? Stop your steps quickly and don't do anything stupid!!"
In a daze, several tall figures suddenly emerged from the crowd, advancing towards Mjosgard lying on the ground with grim expressions. The team was sweating profusely.
He didn't know much else, but being a member of the Sun Pirates, most of them were once slaves of the Celestial Dragons.
And at this critical moment, it was evident what he intended to do.
"Eh?!"
Seemingly recognizing a familiar figure, Mjosgard suddenly widened his eyes, his anger escalating.
"You, you are my slaves!! Come back with me obediently!! Who allowed you to be free, fishes!!"
Snapped—!!!
Without any nonsense, Aladine, the leader, stared disdainfully at the embarrassed Mjosgard—once the haughty trash before him. He kicked the golden pistol away and drew an old-fashioned flintlock gun from his waist, aiming it at the Celestial Dragons with murderous eyes.
"You...what do you want to do?!"
Mjosgard face displayed astonishment and a hint of panic.
These slaves... are they resisting him?!
What is happening to this world?
At this moment, Mjosgard felt that his worldview was on the verge of being overturned!
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