"Burning Justice?"
Zephyr's eyes glead with curiosity.
Though he had already produced talents like Sakazuki — dazzling, brilliant stars who had beco pillars of the Marines —
deep down, Zephyr was never fully satisfied with them.
Sakazuki's character was far too rigid and brutal.
In pursuit of missions, he would stop at nothing — ruthless not only toward enemies, but also toward his own subordinates.
Ti and again, he resorted to extre thods on the battlefield, exterminating pirates and criminals at any cost.
This was a sharp contradiction to Zephyr's own creed: "Justice without killing."
It was precisely because of Sakazuki's bloodthirst that, after he graduated from the Officer Training Camp,
Zephyr had insisted on making him his adjutant —
hoping that through direct ntorship, he could temper the boy's extres.
But unfortunately, no amount of guidance could change Sakazuki.
He remained obstinate — unwavering in his path.
In the end, Zephyr had no choice but to let him be.
Dragon, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
Easygoing, tolerant, warm —
the very image of a "Hero's Son."
With his overwhelming charisma and leadership, Dragon had earned the loyalty and admiration of countless mid- and low-ranking Marines.
Under the banner of justice, he was a blazing cot.
But sadly, along with inheriting Garp's devotion to protecting civilians and comrades,
he also inherited Garp's flaws.
Rough around the edges.
Frequently aloof.
Often treating orders with... questionable seriousness.
In Zephyr's eyes, this was a serious problem.
In the Marines, orders were absolute.
A soldier's first duty was discipline.
Following personal whims during missions was not acceptable.
It was no wonder, then, that Dragon and Sakazuki constantly clashed —
their diatrically opposed views of justice igniting fierce conflict.
Dragon despised Sakazuki's ruthless thods.
Sakazuki loathed Dragon's indecisiveness and lax attitude.
And then... there was Borsalino.
Marine Headquarters' "third pillar."
Well.
Nothing more needed to be said about that one.
That pillar had been crooked from the start.
Every ti Zephyr saw Borsalino's sleazy grin and lazily drawled words,
he felt like his entire life's reputation had been dragged through the mud.
And the worst part?
Borsalino had been his very first student from the very first Officer Training Camp.
Just thinking about it made Zephyr even more desperate for hope.
He stared expectantly at Sengoku.
"Sengoku — tell about this Kuzan kid."
Sengoku gave him a half-smiling, half-mocking look.
"My, you're not even trying to hide it anymore...
You really that disappointed with your old students?"
Zephyr coughed awkwardly.
"Not at all.
Cough... you know .
Always full of hope for new blood."
Can't exactly say those three brats were a total waste...
Sengoku didn't bother exposing that flimsy excuse.
He knew his old comrade too well.
No matter how rough around the edges his students were,
Zephyr always gave them everything he had.
Sengoku chuckled.
"I've t Kuzan.
He's from the South Blue.
His talent... easily matches Sakazuki's."
"He burns with a genuine passion for justice.
Apparently, that's what drove him to join the Marines in the first place."
Zephyr nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling.
"And the other one?"
"You ntioned two promising recruits this year."
Sengoku's expression turned... complicated.
He hesitated.
"The other one..."
he said slowly,
"is from the North Blue.
Na's Rogers Darren."
At that na, Zephyr's eyes lit up.
"Rogers Darren!?
I've heard that na — isn't he the one everyone's talking about lately?
The Marine rookie who fought Roger himself and lived to tell the tale!?"
Having retired from frontline duties, Zephyr rarely involved himself with the latest gossip from Marineford.
Even when he attended etings, it was mostly out of courtesy from Kong and Sengoku.
He didn't keep up with most of the latest incidents.
But even he had heard that rumor.
Sengoku nodded.
"That's the one."
Zephyr's excitent surged.
A Marine capable of making the future Pirate King suffer —
before even graduating from training camp?
If he could teach and mold this young man,
the potential was almost too dazzling to imagine.
A gold mine dropped into his lap.
He couldn't help but grin.
This Darren kid might even surpass Sakazuki and the others!
"Don't get too excited just yet,"
Sengoku warned, watching his friend's expression carefully.
Zephyr waved him off.
"Co on.
How bad could it be?
He can't possibly be worse than Sakazuki."
Sengoku's face twitched slightly.
"Well..."
he muttered,
"technically, Darren was Sakazuki's adjutant before."
Zephyr froze.
The grin slipped slightly from his face.
Still, he chuckled stubbornly.
"That doesn't matter.
Just because he served under Sakazuki doesn't an he shares his philosophy."
Sengoku blinked innocently.
"True enough."
For so reason, seeing Zephyr's confident face,
Sengoku felt a mischievous urge to tease.
Zephyr chuckled again.
"I thought so."
"He's even worse than Sakazuki."
"In the North Blue, under his rule,
he turned the entire region into an iron fortress."
"Dozens of allied and unaffiliated nations bowed to his authority.
He wiped out hundreds of pirate crews and dark organizations."
"The blood on his hands is... uncountable."
Zephyr's smile froze.
He forced the corners of his mouth upward stiffly.
"Well...
at least that proves he's capable, right?"
Sengoku nodded cheerfully.
"Absolutely."
Zephyr exhaled deeply, trying to regain composure.
"Good.
If he's capable,
and if his character is salvageable,
then I have confidence.
I can bring him back to the right path."
"I believe in you, Zephyr,"
Sengoku said warmly.
"But just so you know..."
"In the North Blue,
Darren's reputation isn't exactly... spotless."
"He's notorious across the seas as a 'Marine Disgrace.'"
"Greedy.
Lecherous.
A drunkard.
A gambler.
A power-hungry tyrant."
"Every vice you can na."
Zephyr: "..."
"...Sengoku."
"Hm?"
"Could you please, for once, tell everything at once?
You're really pissing off.
You remind of soone."
"Who?"
"Your adjutant."
"Borsalino."
"...BULLSHIT!!"
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To be continued...
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