#260 - Chapter 260: Warships Sailing to the West Sea
Jin An supported Zephyr, who was drunk, and slowly walked towards his home.
Zephyr's body was heavy, and his tipsy breath carried the smell of alcohol. Jin An supported him with effort, a helpless smile on his face.
"He's such a big man, and still so much trouble..."
He muttered softly, but his tone revealed deep concern.
Moonlight shone on them, one young and one old supporting each other, their shadows overlapping, as if they were intertwined tree roots.
They moved forward in the quiet night, their footsteps especially clear on the empty street.
After taking Zephyr home, Jin An, guided by his teacher's wife, gently placed him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and looked at Zephyr's tired face, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
Afterward, he closed the door and walked back to his own residence alone.
It's really nice to have such a respectable elder.
Back home, Jin An sat wearily on the sofa.
His thoughts began to churn, his mind echoing Zephyr's words and the tragedy that was about to befall.
He knew that Ohara's fate was sealed, but he was unwilling to give up.
He slowly raised his finger and gently touched the air in front of him, and a door slowly opened with his finger.
This was the Door-Door Fruit ability he had just mastered.
He could only use this ability by touching it now, but it already made him feel very convenient.
Under his control, this door led to an independent space, which only he and those he agreed to could enter.
The simplest use was that this portable space freed him from the trouble of having to carry a lot of things when he went out.
"This ability is really amazing."
Jin An said to himself, feeling the pleasure of freely manipulating space.
"Freely manipulating space, this feeling is so great."
He stared at the door, thinking about his next actions.
"After making some preparations, let's start acting..."
He said in a low voice, his eyes flashing with inexplicable light.
He knew that this action was not only for the innocent people of Ohara but also to cause some trouble for the World Government.
Moreover, he was very worried about Kuzan.
He knew that guy's personality very well. If he became so negative because of this, Jin An wouldn't know who to cry to.
Moreover, he was never the kind of Navy soldier who silently carried out orders, but a person with his own beliefs and goals.
"There is an opportunity to change things that haven't happened yet."
Jin An closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the silence around him.
He knew that this path was destined to be full of thorns, but he was already prepared to face everything.
He will use his own way to change this world.
......
On a warship sailing towards the West Blue.
Kuzan stood on the warship's deck with a depressed look on his face. The sea breeze blew past, causing his Justice coat to flutter behind him.
He hung his head, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep confusion and unease.
"Ah... if Jin An had received this mission, what would he do?"
Kuzan sighed silently in his heart.
He knew what the Buster Call meant—a ruthless attack that would burn everything to the ground, consisting of 10 battleships, 5 vice admirals, and the Navy's elite forces.
The soldiers on the warship were busy and orderly, and the sound of footsteps and orders echoed on the deck.
The warships used to carry out the Buster Call were the most solid and aggressive in the Navy, all built by the royal shipyard of Water 7, and their quality was beyond doubt.
Dealing with Sea Kings was basically not a problem.
Each warship was equipped with approximately one thousand Navy soldiers.
With this kind of configuration, destroying an island was simply too easy.
Kuzan looked at the distant horizon, a trace of helplessness and confusion flashing in his eyes.
He had only been promoted to Vice Admiral of the Headquarters not long ago and was selected to participate in this Buster Call, which made him feel extremely upset.
Holding the Navy's power in his hands, yet having to carry out such a cruel order, his sense of justice and conscience were constantly at war.
"This is really annoying..."
Kuzan muttered to himself, feeling a deep sense of fatigue.
Jin An's figure appeared in his mind, that firm gaze and unyielding will, causing him to wonder, if it were Jin An, what would he do?
Kuzan knew that Jin An would not easily succumb to orders, he would use his own way to solve the problem.
Thinking of this, Kuzan's mood improved slightly.
He knew that he had to find his own answer in this action, to find a path that could both protect justice and not violate his conscience.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his eyes became firm.
No matter how difficult the road ahead, he would find his own justice.
He would use his own actions to prove the justice and conscience he believed in.
A tall figure walked behind Kuzan.
And Kuzan had already smelled the cigar in the air.
He didn't turn around immediately, but sighed softly.
"Sakazuki, you don't seem to have any particular thoughts on carrying out this mission."
Kuzan turned around and looked at Sakazuki, who was leaning against the railing not far away.
The sea breeze blew past, and Sakazuki's Justice cloak fluttered with it, his expression still as cold as usual.
"Kuzan, you and I are both soldiers. I want to ask you, can a soldier disobey the mission assigned by the superiors?"
Sakazuki took the cigar out of his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked directly at Kuzan.
The smoke dispersed in the wind, like the suppressed emotions in his heart, drifting between the endless sea and sky.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Kuzan still said:
"Completing the mission is a soldier's duty."
Sakazuki nodded and continued:
"That's all that matters then."
"Many times, people can only think of things in a positive light."
"Otherwise, it will only increase troubles."
His voice was low and powerful, with an undeniable firmness.
"I have seen many extremely cruel things."
Sakazuki clenched his fist, and his eyes revealed deep helplessness.
"There are many things I cannot change. If you want to do what you want to do, you need to have enough strength."
He paused, his eyes even sharper,
"And you, don't have it yet..."
Extinguishing the cigar in his hand, Sakazuki glanced at Kuzan with a meaningful look before turning around and returning to his own warship.
That look contained both warning and expectation, as if waiting for Kuzan's awakening and growth.
Kuzan looked at Sakazuki's departing back, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He understood that Sakazuki's words made sense, but the sense of justice in the depths of his heart prevented him from fully accepting such a reality.
He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and secretly made up his mind: One day, he would find a path that could both protect justice and not violate his conscience.
The warship continued to move forward in the waves, and Kuzan stood on the deck, his eyes flashing with complex light.
He knew that this mission would be a huge test of his inner beliefs.
And he had to make his own choice.
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