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Marineford Headquarters
Observation Tower
"That's…the demon, Uchiha Kitaro? Ha? No, it's Vice Admiral Uchiha Akira!!"
The lookout squinted at the sky, spotting a flying figure rapidly approaching. At first, panic set in, thinking it might be Uchiha Akira's infamous twin, Uchiha Kitaro, launching another attack. But then he noticed a second figure flying alongside—a woman in a Marine uniform. Despite her slightly different attire, his keen eyes recognized her as Vice Admiral Gion, also known as Momousagi.
If they were traveling together, it could only mean that the approaching man was Vice Admiral Akira, not his more feared sibling.
These two had been sent on a mission by Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself.
The lookout couldn't help but marvel at what he was witnessing. Flying had long been considered humanity's unattainable dream, yet here he was, seeing it happen repeatedly. Now he realized: Vice Admiral Akira could fly too like his older demon brother.
He immediately picked up the Den Den Mushi and connected to Sengoku's office.
"I'm Sengoku…"
The fleet admiral's voice carried a weary tone. His once jet-black hair had turned stark white within a mere six months, a testament to the stress he'd endured.
Ever since Uchiha Kiaro had entered the world, Sengoku's life had been a series of headaches.
Recently, things had quieted down somewhat, but the Golden Lion's resurgence had thrown everything back into chaos. His threats to destroy the East Blue weren't empty words; the man still harbored a grudge over Roger's death.
Knowing this, Sengoku had been forced to spread Marine forces thin, dispatching them all across the East Blue to locate the Golden Lion's base—only for the pirate to vanish without a trace.
It had been days since Sengoku had last had a decent night's sleep.
"Report! Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admirals Akira and Momousagi have returned!"
"What? Why wasn't I informed?"
"They… they flew back, sir!"
Sengoku's eyebrows twitched at the odd statement. He stood and looked out the window, spotting Uchiha Kitaro and Momousagi descending onto the balcony—carrying an unconscious Golden Lion between them.
Kitaro unceremoniously dropped the defeated pirate onto the floor.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, mission accomplished. The Golden Lion has been captured."
Relief washed over Sengoku as he laid eyes on the legendary pirate. Finally, the looming threat had been neutralized.
"What happened out there?"
Momousagi stepped forward and recounted the Golden Lion's plot. Sengoku's face darkened as he listened. The idea of those monstrous beasts being unleashed upon the East Blue chilled him to the bone. If Kitaro and Momousagi hadn't intervened, the consequences would've been catastrophic.
Worse still, the Golden Lion had planned to attack Marineford itself. Sengoku's fists clenched at the thought. The base was in a vulnerable state, understaffed and ill-equipped to handle such an assault.
Had the Golden Lion succeeded, the repercussions would've been devastating. The morale of the Marines would've plummeted, the world government's reputation irreparably tarnished, and pirates emboldened to wreak havoc.
Momousagi omitted certain details in her report, such as Kitaro's use of Shadow Clone Jutsu. Kitaro himself didn't seem bothered, but her discretion pleased him—it showed where her loyalties lay.
"Vice Admiral Akira, we owe you greatly for this."
Though Sengoku suspected a familial connection between Kitaro and Akira, he never let his thoughts surface. The Uchiha's actions so far had been anything but tyrannical.
In fact, under Kitaro's rule, the territories previously held by Whitebeard were now thriving. His lands were reputed to be the safest in the world, with crime virtually nonexistent.
Ironically, this success was what troubled Sengoku the most. Kitaro's model of governance was starting to sway some World Government member nations, who resented paying exorbitant tributes for subpar protection.
The Uchiha Security Company was a growing force, and its influence was becoming harder to ignore.
Kitaro smiled. "I'm just doing my duty as a Marine, Fleet Admiral. If there's nothing else, I'd like to take my leave and rest."
"I'll rest too!" Momousagi chimed in. "We've been fighting all night—so exhausting!"
Kitaro gave her a skeptical look, as if to say, Did you even fight?
"...Fine. You've both earned it. Go and rest."
The two departed together. Sengoku watched them go, sensing a peculiar energy between them, but dismissed it as fatigue.
Little did he know, back at Momousagi quarters, the pair wasted no time locking lips, their passion escalating rapidly. Clothes were shed, and the room was soon filled with whispers and moans. It wasn't until the early hours of dawn that they finally stopped, entwined in each other's arms.
"This woman is insatiable," Kitaro thought to himself, utterly spent.
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By midday
A loud voice shattered the tranquility.
"Momousagi~~! I love you~~! Marry me~~~!"
Outside, Vice Admiral Chaton (Tokikake) stood, clutching a bouquet of roses, his booming declaration echoing across the Marine base.
"It's Tokikake Vice Admiral again!"
"He's confessing to Momousagi again? That's, what, the 100th time now?"
"Yeah, he's been rejected 99 times already. Think he'll succeed this time?"
A small crowd gathered to watch the familiar spectacle unfold.
"Momousagi~~! I love you~~! Marry me~~~!"
Creak.
"The door's opening!"
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. Could it be? Had Momousagi finally been moved by Vice Admiral Chaton's persistence?
But what emerged from the doorway stunned them all—a shirtless, well-built man in shorts, radiating charm and confidence.
Click!
A sound of something like glass broke.
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