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Sengoku and Zephyr stepped into the door of the military hospital aggressively. The condensed and oppressive aura on their bodies shocked the doctors and nurses around them.
General of Sengoku, General Zephyr, and Tsuru... why do they have such serious expressions...
Is there any urgent military matter?
He is truly the pillar of our navy. His aura is so scary...
...
The doctors and nurses couldn't help but whisper as they looked at the two men who were moving resolutely and Staff He who was following behind them unhurriedly.
Soon Sengoku and Zephyr walked through the corridor and headed towards the advanced ward.
But after taking a few steps, they faintly heard bursts of laughter coming from the ward.
Come! Eat barbecue!! Hahahahaha!!
Old man, you are too mean! Can't you just drink so much?
Fart!! Fill me up!!
Don't eat too much...
Sakasuki, you kid keeps a straight face all day long, and no one here owes you money!
...
Sengoku stood motionless at the door of the ward, listening to the noisy sounds inside, his fists clenched tightly without knowing when, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Next to him, Zephyr and Counselor He also had their mouths twitching and their heads covered with black lines.
Banquet... banquet!?
Even though they were notified of a meeting at the Fleet Admiral's Mansion, Garp and the others actually held a party in the ward!?
Zephyr glanced at Sengoku carefully and found that the bulging veins on the latter's forehead seemed to be about to explode at any time.
That... Sengoku...
He hesitated and wanted to speak.
Unexpectedly, Dragon's drunken and unclear voice came from the ward:
Wait, I seem to remember... it seems we have something to do?
Garp's voice immediately sounded:
Well, there seems to be such a thing... let me think about it...
One second later.
Forget it, I can't remember, hahahahaha... it's okay. Since I can't remember, it's probably not important, hahahaha...
Boom! !
Sengoku could no longer suppress his inner anger and kicked the ward door open.
What the hell are you doing here!?
He roared with red eyes.
Then he froze there.
Dead silence fell suddenly.
The ward was in a mess, with wine bottles scattered everywhere.
Everyone in the ward was frozen.
Garp and Dragon were drunk, their necks were red, and they had their arms around each other.
The former had a piece of fragrant barbecue stuffed in his mouth, and the latter held a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Sakasuki sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression, a cutting sword in his hand, and a barbecue grill with burning charcoal in front of him.
Borsolino sat there with his legs crossed and a smile on his face, a teasing look on his face.
Gion's expression was numb.
Kake held a microphone in his hand, and beside him was a speaker he found from nowhere. He was still singing passionately, with a heart-breaking expression.
The air seemed to freeze.
Sengoku: …
Zephyr: ...
Tsuru: ...
Everyone in the ward: ...
——You bastards!!
The next second, Sengoku's thunderous roar shook the entire military hospital.
…
A few days later.
Your body is amazing, as strong as a monster, Commadore Darren.
A female doctor with wavy blond hair and a plump figure put away the medical records and looked at Darren with unconcealed surprise in her eyes.
She had never seen such a case before. In just a few days, the young commodore's serious injuries had already improved to some extent.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
"Thank you for the compliment, Doctor Maria."
Darren, who had just undergone a physical examination, picked up his brand-new military uniform and buttoned it one by one to cover his wild body full of ferocious scars. He smiled at the blonde doctor and said:
"I'm sorry to trouble you during this time."
Looking at Darren's masculine smile, Maria blushed slightly, shook her head, and said:
"No, no... Commadore Darren, you can actually just call me Maria."
Darren smiled and said:
"No, I still like to call you Dr. Maria."
He blinked. Hearing Darren's words, Maria thought of the little secrets between the two and those embarrassing postures, and her eyes became even more ashamed.
Ahem...
An untimely cough broke the ambiguous atmosphere. Maria followed the sound and saw the figure in front of the renovated door of the ward. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared. She nodded calmly and said:
"Rear Admiral Kake."
The corners of Kake's mouth twitched.
"Goodbye, Dr. Maria."
Darren smiled and waved to the blonde female doctor who left the ward, then looked at Kake who walked in with a sigh on his face, and said with a smile:
"You've been promoted, Rear Admiral Kake, congratulations."
Kake glared at him angrily and sat down on the chair. By virtue of participating in the two operations of the Battle against Waldo and the Battle against the Roger Pirates, although he and Gion did nothing, they successfully brushed their faces and rose to the next level.
"It seems that you are having a good time these days. The female doctors and nurses in the hospital are all lining up to help you change your dressing and check your body..." he said sourly.
Darren glanced at the bruises and swelling on Kake's face, body, and hands, and couldn't help laughing:
"It seems like you've had a very fulfilling life these days."
Kake hummed, opened a fruit basket, and started eating. The banquet that day was crashed by the furious Sengoku general. Everyone went back to write a review and had to accept punishment. Of course, in the end, he was the only one who was truly unlucky. After all, Gion is the god-sister of Commander Tsuru, and Sengoku cannot punish her harshly. And how many of them are Vice Admiral Dragon and Garp? Are you kidding? They didn't even hold a meeting. Naturally, they wouldn't carry out the so-called punishment and just turned a deaf ear to it.
"Are you ready?" Kake said vaguely while chewing on the apple.
Darren tied his tie meticulously, took off the cloak of justice on the clothes rack, and said with a smile:
"It's been a long time coming."
The cool sea breeze blew in from the window, and the broad cloak behind the Commodore fluttered, and an invisible majesty and momentum also exuded. Kake couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after the battle with the Roger Pirates, the guy in front of him became stronger.
"Isn't it said that the injury is extremely serious..." he muttered.
Darren didn't seem to hear this, but just asked:
"Is everyone else here?"
Kake nodded and stood up from his seat.
"Just waiting for you."
The corners of Darren's mouth curved up, he lit a cigar, took a deep breath with his eyes stern.
"Then let's go. The third officer training camp... has begun."