Silence.
A deathly stillness filled the air.
No one spoke. Everyone wore the sa expression as Vir—utterly dumbfounded.
The Marines, on the other hand, nearly faceplanted right then and there.
Old Man Rogu, what the hell?!
Rogu was actually kneeling before so young brat?!
That foul-tempered, legendary Marine doctor... wanted to beco Vir’s disciple?!
Wasn’t the age gap a bit too much?!
And besides, that guy was a pirate...
Sengoku’s brain was on the verge of exploding.
He truly hadn’t expected his own hospital director to pull off such an earth-shattering, jaw-dropping move.
It nearly fried his mind.
Hiss—his head was pounding.
How the hell do you even deal with this?
This was beyond absurd.
Sengoku was dumbfounded, but so was everyone else.
Completely floored.
Yet, the most bewildered of them all was Vir himself.
Staring at the white-haired Rogu, who remained kneeling with his forehead pressed against the ground, Vir could only think one thing:
What the actual hell?
What kind of nonsense is this?!
What’s this old man playing at?!
Take you as my disciple? Are you out of your damn mind?!
Why would I take a fossil like you as my disciple?!
At least Chopper could be useful—help out, act as a mount, things like that.
What the hell can you do?!
Help pick out a retirent ho?!
Vir didn’t even hesitate before refusing.
This old man had to be out of his damn mind.
But when he heard the rejection, Rogu grew even more agitated.
He lunged at Vir, attempting a surprise attack—
But Vir dodged swiftly, leaving the feeble old man grasping at air.
Marco, quick as lightning, snatched Rogu mid-air.
Without a second thought, he spun him around like a hamr toss before hurling him straight back toward Sengoku.
"Control your damn geezer! Who the hell says sothing like that?!"
Sengoku caught Rogu effortlessly, but the old man imdiately burst into tears, consud by regret.
"AAAHHH!! Why did I have to insult the Miracle Doctor earlier?! I’m a damn fool! A complete idiot! If I can’t learn his dical skills... I’ll die full of regrets!!"
Rogu’s words and actions gave everyone present a new perspective on Vir’s dical prowess.
Regardless of what kind of person he was...
Regardless of his combat abilities...
His dical skills were so extraordinary that they drove the Marine’s top dical expert to such extres.
That alone spoke volus.
Just where the hell did this guy learn such absurdly powerful dical techniques?
If only the Marine had soone like him...
His knowledge could revolutionize dicine...
Sengoku sighed deeply, shaking his head.
He couldn’t help but feel envious.
"Spit it out already! Since when did you beco so damn hesitant?!"
Vir was growing impatient. Whitebeard had been silent for too long.
After a long pause, Whitebeard—who had been racking his brain for a way out—finally realized he couldn’t stall any longer.
With a solemn expression, he spoke gravely.
"Vir, perhaps we could—"
Before he could finish...
*THUD!*
A big, bony butt slamd directly onto his face!
His vision plunged into darkness.
The sensation was... vivid.
Whitebeard—exploded with rage!
But just as his fury was about to erupt, his entire field of vision began shaking violently—as if he’d overdosed on energy drinks!
That’s right... Vir had gone full throttle from the start.
Frenzied rubbing!
Whitebeard: "YOUR MOTHER—!!"
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Witnessing this spectacle, everyone around them stared in shock.
Sengoku averted his gaze.
Aokiji couldn’t bear to watch.
Momousagi remained relatively calm, barely keeping her composure.
But Garp?
He didn’t even bother pretending.
Slowly, he pulled out a Den Den Mushi from his coat—one equipped with a recording function.
With a sorrowful expression (while internally cackling like a madman), he pressed the record button.
’Good! I’ve been waiting for this! YES! Scrub him! Scrub that old bastard’s face clean! BWAHAHAHAHA!’
Shanks’ eyebrows furrowed into a tangled ss.
’Huh?! This is how you treat soone?! Are you healing him or exfoliating him?!’
’At this rate, even if Whitebeard survives, he’ll lose a whole layer of skin! At the very least, his face is done for!’
Kaido, too, looked as if his worldview had just been shattered.
His massive hands (each the size of a dinner table) twitched nervously, unsure whether to cover his face or his crotch.
Either way, he felt an intense discomfort.
What kind of discomfort?
BALLS. DEEP. PAIN.
As for the Whitebeard Pirates—
They were utterly shell-shocked.
"HE’S ACTUALLY DOING IT! HE’S REALLY RUBBING HIM!!"
"It’s over! IT’S OVER! How is Pops supposed to show his face after this?! Hey, Vir, why don’t you just go all out and give Pops a full makeover...?"
"Tch—my balls hurt just watching. Go easy on him... If those panties tear, it’s ga over."
"Yeah, one rip and it’s double trouble. Jozu probably doesn’t want to go freebird..."
"Wait... is this the literal aning of rolling his balls?"
"No way, has Vir always been this brutal? He’s acting way crazier than before!"
No one could bear to keep watching.
Ace, in particular, was starting to suspect that Vir had been replaced by a doppelgänger.
But then he rembered the sheer madness in Vir’s eyes back then...
Yeah, no.
This was the real deal.
When Vir had tortured him before, the only way to describe it was—
Eyes gleaming with unholy excitent!
The man had looked like he wanted to impale Ace on the spot and leave him to rot!
But right now, aside from Whitebeard, the most miserable person present was Jozu.
Normally the most lively, he was now completely wilted.
Watching Vir’s "masterful technique" in action, sweat poured down his face in panic.
"Slow down! SLOW DOWN!! What if they rip?! OH GOD—!!"
Jozu was so frantic his clothes were drenched.
He rembered all too well—the quality of those panties wasn’t exactly top-tier.
At this rate, under Vir’s relentless assault...
Everything was going to hell.
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