"Mongrel?"
Was he… talking about ?
Borsalino pointed at himself in disbelief, genuinely wondering if he had misheard.
He was a Marine Admiral—one of the highest combat forces on the seas. A man who stood at the pinnacle, feared by countless pirates. Even the Four Emperors wouldn't dare take him lightly.
And yet—
Today—
He was being looked down upon from above… and called a mongrel?
That alone was enough to make even his normally laid-back personality stir with anger.
Yes—
He didn't care much about appearances, and he was the most easygoing among the Admirals.
But—
As one of the Marine Headquarters' ultimate powers—
He had his pride.
"Buzz—!"
Golden light erupted across the sky.
Particles of light gathered around Kizaru, his aura surging violently. Even the surrounding space seed to grow heavy under the pressure.
Still—
Rembering his mission—
He didn't attack imdiately.
Hands in his pockets, he forced a casual tone and exaggerated expression:
"Well now… how scary… so you're the so-called Ancient King?"
"No wonder you managed to kill Crocodile."
Above him—
Kazama Haruto remained unmoved.
His crimson eyes stared coldly at Kizaru as he spoke calmly:
"You… ca for that mongrel?"
The mont Crocodile died, Kazama Haruto already knew—
The Marines would co.
And he had no intention of hiding.
Because—
He was the Ancient King.
A being who stood equal to gods.
He never concealed himself.
…
"Mongrel…"
Kizaru's lips twitched slightly.
He imdiately understood—
That "mongrel" referred to Crocodile.
…This guy really calls everyone that?
Suppressing the urge to retaliate, Kizaru got straight to the point.
"Ancient King…"
"I am Admiral Kizaru of Marine Headquarters."
"I've co to invite you to take the position of one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."
"If you accept, Crocodile's death will not be pursued."
"You will gain authority and privileges."
"And all you need to do… is respond when the Marines call."
…
Below—
The crowd froze.
"An Admiral… Kizaru?!"
"He's inviting the Ancient King… to beco a Warlord?!"
"Who exactly is this man… to warrant such treatnt from the Marines?!"
Most of them had no idea what had truly happened in Alabasta.
But now—
They understood one thing—
This man in golden armor…
Was soone even the Marines treated seriously.
…
Nearby—
Nefertari Cobra stood stiff, his heart pounding.
An Admiral…
Personally arriving…
Even though he had witnessed Kazama Haruto's overwhelming power—
The authority of the World Governnt still weighed heavily on him.
So he prayed—
That the Ancient King would, just this once…
Compromise.
But—
His worst fear ca true.
…
Standing in the sky—
The Chain of Heaven coiling around him—
Kazama Haruto looked down at everything with absolute arrogance.
Then—
He scoffed.
"Marine Headquarters?"
"What kind of trash is that?"
"Seven Warlords?"
"I am the King of the Uruk Empire."
"What nonsense is there about standing under another king?"
His voice grew colder—
Sharper—
Dominating the heavens.
"And as for judging …"
"Who in this sea… has the right?"
"Or is it you lot—"
"Dogs of that traitor's bloodline?"
…
Silence.
Absolute silence.
This wasn't just rejection.
This was—
A direct insult.
To the Marines.
To the World Governnt.
To an Admiral.
There was no diplomacy left.
No room for negotiation.
From this mont on—
The conflict between the Ancient King and the Marines…
Was inevitable.
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