From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

From the Admiral to the Gotei 13 Author: Zippo

In the new world, Teach's hands were covered in blood, Thatch's body was at his feet, and the house looked a little messy, as if it had been ransacked several times.

"Where is my Dark-Dark Fruit? How come it's gone? I killed all of him, and the fruit is gone? Is this a joke to me?" Teach thought in confusion.

In the Ninja World, Black Zetsu looked at the dark aura emanating from Uchiha Madara with a somewhat dull look in his eyes and asked, "Where is my mother?"

Uchiha Madara also scratched his head in confusion and said, "It seems like I was sucked in by the dark power just now?"

Black Zetsu???

In the Soul Society, Aizen asked curiously, "Teacher, what is the name of your Zanpakuto?"

"Princess Kaguya." Diarmait answered softly with a smile on his face.

Chapter 1 Don't get me wrong, we are a navy of justice!

North Sea, the Srilan port of the Kingdom of Lubnir.

A warship from the Navy's 113th Branch in Beihai is docked here.

Not far away, you can see a team of navy heading towards the port town.

Soon, the navy team arrived at the door of a tavern. Two navy soldiers quickly walked forward, one on the left and one on the right, and pushed open the door of the tavern.

Then, a young man with the epaulettes of a naval branch captain took the lead and stepped into the tavern.

The whole tavern was extremely noisy, with all kinds of people gathered in it, including black laborers from the docks, gangsters from the small town, and some smugglers. In short, this was a place where filth and dirt were hidden.

The captain of the naval branch glanced around the tavern and smacked his lips, saying, "Tsk, there are no pirates..."

At this moment, a navy soldier walked up to him and whispered, "Colonel Diarmuid, the middleman, Blennet, is over there..."

As he spoke, the navy soldier pointed to the corner of the tavern, where a group of ferocious-looking guys were sitting.

There were five or six strong men, all muscular and with some old scars on their bodies. They looked like they were not someone to be trifled with, and at the same time, one could tell at first glance that they were not good people.

"It seems the trip was not in vain." Diarmait said with a smile.

Without any fear of those ferocious men, after confirming his target, Diarmait walked towards that side. Wherever he passed, the guests in the tavern became quiet and dared not make any noise.

After all, no matter what, the navy represents justice and strength on this ocean.

Apart from some extremely vicious pirates, few people dare to openly attack the navy and go against the navy.

Especially these low-level evil parties, they attack ordinary people with heavy blows, but when facing the navy, they are timid, for fear of being targeted by the navy.

At this time, a middleman named Blennet was drinking with his friends.

It seemed as if they were completely unaware that these navy men were coming for them.

Diarmait walked to their table very naturally, pulled out the empty chair, and sat down very casually.

"Navy? I don't remember asking you to have a drink?" Brainett frowned and looked at Diarmait.

"Five days ago, you handled a batch of goods, which included a famous sword... Nagazo Mikoto. Where is it now?" Diarmuid ignored him and asked on his own.

"Hey, Navy, we are not obligated to answer your questions, and we have no idea what you are talking about. We are legitimate businessmen protected by the Kingdom of Lubnir!" A strong man from Brainit said fiercely.

Diarmait turned his head and glanced at the guy. The guy seemed to be very tough as well. He slightly straightened his strong chest and glared at Diarmait fiercely.

Judging from his physique, this strong man is about two meters tall, with well-developed muscles all over his body. He looks like a tough guy at first glance.

But Colonel Diarmuid appeared much thinner, just over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a navy uniform with an ordinary sword hanging around his waist. He seemed to be just an ordinary navy member, nothing special.

If you really want to find any highlights, it's that he is a little bit handsome and looks quite good.

"Pa!" A crisp slap sounded, and the fierce man's head tilted to the side involuntarily, leaving a red slap mark on his cheek.

There was some confusion in his eyes, as if he was surprised and astonished. Why did this man suddenly slap him?

"Don't yell at me when I'm not talking to you. After all, I have a bad temper and I hate it." Diarmait said nonchalantly.

At the same time, the navy soldiers brought by Diarmait also began to enter the tavern and drove away all the outsiders.

Soon, the only people left in the tavern were the frightened owner and people like Blennet, and they were surrounded by a group of navy men.

Diarmuid casually picked up a half-drunk bottle of wine from the table and weighed it in his hand. Then he looked at Brynet and said, "Where is Chozen Mikoto?"

Blennet was a little flustered, but he also seemed to be afraid of something. He gritted his teeth and said, "Colonel, someone has reserved the knife. I can't afford to offend them. Please don't make things difficult for me..."

“Alas…” Diarmait sighed helplessly and said softly, “The answer is wrong…”

As the words fell, he raised the bottle in his hand and smashed it hard on Blennet's head.

The force was so great that the bottle exploded, and the inferior wine and bright red blood flowed down Blennett's cheek.

Sure enough, this guy was not a tough guy. After being hit, he immediately wailed and covered his head, looking very embarrassed.

"In other words, do you think you can afford to offend me?" Ermde shook off the wine in his hand and asked calmly.

The strong men under Blennett all stood up straight, looking like they were ready to fight if they disagreed with each other.

But Diarmait didn't care about these things at all. After he took action, the fact that they didn't dare to fight back immediately proved a lot.

For example, appearing fierce but actually being weak.

"Fight." Diarmait stood up without waiting for these people to respond, walked towards the bar, and gave an order.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding navy officers didn't hesitate at all. They picked up their gun butts and beat up Blennet and his men.

It was easy for twenty or so sailors to beat up five or six strong men.

Sitting at the bar, Diarmait smiled at the trembling innkeeper and said, "Don't get me wrong, we are the navy and we represent justice. As long as you haven't done anything evil, we won't harm you. Please give me a glass of wine, thank you."

The shop owner nodded hurriedly, then took out a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet behind him and quickly poured a glass for Diarmait.

Diarmait also consciously took out a few Bailey coins from his pocket and placed them on the table, then picked up the wine and started drinking it.

After a while, Blennet and his men could no longer hold on and wailed for mercy under the beating of the navy.

"Colonel... Colonel... Stop hitting me. I'll tell you everything..."

But Diarmait acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued to drink quietly.

Even though he didn't say anything, the navy didn't care about him at all. They showed no intention of stopping and continued to beat those guys.

After a while, the wailing gradually subsided, as if people like Blennet had been beaten so badly that they didn't have the strength to cry out.

Only then did Diarmait whisper, "Bring it here."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the navy soldiers quickly stopped their actions. Two sergeants stepped forward, grabbed Blennet's arms on the left and right, and dragged him to the bar like a dead dog, leaving a 'cruel' trail of blood on the ground.

At this time, Blennett's face and nose were swollen, and his body was covered with bruises and blood. He was almost unrecognizable as a human being.

His swollen eyelids covered most of his eyeballs, and he could only vaguely see Diarmait's figure. Even so, he could still feel his fear and anxiety at the moment.

Diarmait unceremoniously poured the remaining half cup of wine in his glass onto Blennet's head. The irritating alcohol stained the wound, causing Blennet to wail twice more.

"This is your last chance. Give me the correct answer." Diarmuid said calmly.

Blennet didn't dare to say anything more this time. He said intermittently: "On the boat of the boss at the dock, Vinier... He is from the Don Quixote family... That knife..."

Before he could finish his words, he seemed to faint from the pain and lost consciousness.

Diarmait got the answer he wanted, and waved his hand casually. The two naval sergeants threw the unfortunate Blennet into the corner of the tavern at the same time.

Then Diarmuid stood up and said, "Collect your troops. Go to the dock to find that guy named Vinil. I want to see Nagase Mikoto on the warship before dark!"

"Yes, Captain Diarmait!" All the navy stood at attention at the same time.

After Diarmuid left the tavern, a lieutenant from the naval branch approached him and whispered, "Colonel, that guy just said that the knife belonged to the Don Quixote family. We..."

The Don Quixote family is a gangster-like family that has emerged in Beihai in the past two years. They want to get involved in almost any business that makes money, whether it is black or white.

It has developed very rapidly in the past two years and has become a new elite in Beihai.

It is said that their leader is just a little devil...

Of course, this is just a rumor at the moment, Diarmuid knows more.

For example, he knew very well that the Don Quixote family would become the famous Seven Warlords of the Sea in the future...

But this is nothing to be afraid of. As of now, the Don Quixote family does not dare to be too arrogant in front of the navy, at least on the surface.

"We are the navy, do we need to be afraid of these things?" Diarmait said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he ignored the major beside him and walked towards the warship at the port.

Diarmuid had his own plans. As long as he could obtain Chozen Mikoto, he would be more confident in leaving the North Sea as soon as possible and striving to reach the Admiralty Headquarters. Marineford took up his post.

Once he leaves his identity as a branch navy and becomes a glorious member of the navy headquarters, why would he still be afraid of the Don Quixote family?

If Doflamingo had the courage, would he dare to come to Marineford to cause trouble?

Chapter 2 Great Business Twenty-one Works·Chang Zeng Mihu Che!

"Knock, knock, knock." Diarmait heard a knock on the door in his sleep, then he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

At this time, the sun had already sunk halfway into the sea, and it was about to get dark.

"Come in." Diarmait said as he sat up from the sofa.

As soon as he finished speaking, a major from the naval branch pushed open the door and walked in, holding a knife in his hand.

"Report to Captain Diarmuid, the mission is accomplished, and Chang Zeng Mihu Che is in our hands." The naval lieutenant spoke quickly.

Diarmait waved at him, and the major took a few steps forward, raised his hands, and placed the knife across Diarmait's face.

Nagasomi Kotetsu, one of the famous swords.

There are many famous swords in this world, but if they are divided into levels.

They are the Twelve Best Great Swords, the Twenty-One Great Swords, the Fifty Good Swords, and a varying number of 'Sword'-level famous swords.

Mogami Daiyegomono is naturally the leader among famous swords.

The most famous one is the future Shichibukai, and the world's greatest swordsman, Dracole. The black sword in Mihawk's hand. Night.

There are also the Kusugawa Kirei in the hands of the world's strongest man, Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, and the legendary first generation of Kitetsu, both of which are peerless swords ranked at the highest level.

The Daiyewu Twenty-one Works are slightly inferior to them. The more famous ones are Roronoa, Wado Ichimonji, and Yakumo Shusui in Zoro's hands.

There is no need to say much about good products.