From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

It turned out to be Marshal Zhan Guo who would officially become the new chief of the navy today.

On weekdays, the Warring States Marshal's attire was not particularly formal, but it was not casual either, and had a certain old-fashioned and serious style.

Today, his outfit is very rare and eye-catching.

From a distance, the Warring States general was wearing a navy hat with a navy seagull ornament on top, which was very conspicuous, as if he had a bird on his head.

He wore round-framed black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his expression was very serious. He looked calm and composed.

The white double-breasted suit makes him look a little more refined, but his sturdy figure gives him a sense of power, like a thug in a suit.

However, these two conflicting temperaments were perfectly blended together in the Warring States Marshal, and it never looked abrupt.

On the left side of his chest are many military medals of various sizes, representing the achievements of the Warring States Marshal throughout his military life.

But there is no doubt that he must have more medals that he has not worn, because there is no room for them. Maybe he picked out the most precious ones from his countless medals?

Diarmuid also had many medals and awards. As a navy admiral, he had made many contributions. In particular, after Roger, the Pirate King, was captured, he received the navy's highest medal of honor.

That’s right, it’s the most conspicuous red-edged medal on the chest of Marshal Zhan Guo.

But on ordinary days, no one would wear all these medals on their body.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I see that the braid on Zhan Guo's chin has reached the level of his belly button...

While thinking about these miscellaneous things, Diarmuid watched Marshal Zhan Guo walk from the red carpet to the podium that had been built.

The cloak of justice on his shoulders fluttered gracefully behind him with his steps and the gentle sea breeze.

The Cloak of Justice that Marshal Zhan Guo was wearing at this time was the only one in the entire navy, and only the marshal was qualified to use it.

Admirals like Diarmait, even if they have reached the position of admiral, do not look much different from the cloaks of the Warring States Marshal. They all have golden epaulettes and golden tassels, but in fact, there are still big differences in the details.

All in all, the appearance of the Warring States Marshal was very perfect.

He demonstrated the calmness, steadiness, and hidden aggressiveness of a naval admiral very well.

The glasses and pigtail beard perfectly show his scholarly aura as a "wise general".

"Very cool." Diarmait joked with a smile.

Borsalino, standing nearby, also laughed and nodded, saying, "I heard he spent over two hours this morning just researching these outfits, and he even asked the Chief of Staff for help."

"Really? Hahahaha, if you don't know, you would think he is getting married." Diarmait said with a smile.

A smile also appeared on Sakaski's stiff face.

Soon, Marshal Zhan Guo stood on the podium and tried the radio telephone. There was no problem. Then there was no need for anyone to preside over the process, so he took over the program himself.

"I'm very happy to meet our navy's friends and partners from all walks of life in Marineford..." Marshal Zhan Guo smiled and gave his opening remarks in a very gentle tone.

It has to be said that the Warring States Marshal’s control of the situation and his speaking skills were both very high.

Diarmait and the others were also very considerate. When he paused for a moment, they immediately led the applause to avoid embarrassing their new boss.

He spoke for about ten minutes, mostly telling people from all walks of life about the navy's history and his thoughts on the Warring States period.

When Diarmuid felt his legs were a little numb, Marshal Zhan Guo entered the formal stage.

"From this day forward, I will officially assume the position of Grand Admiral of the Navy Headquarters. The Navy will enter a brand new era. We, the Navy, will go all out to eradicate evil and criminal gangs on the sea, including but not limited to pirates and gangsters. Anyone who dares to commit evil at sea will be our Navy's target! 2.9!"

"I will lead the navy, uphold justice as the bottom line, and use violence with a righteous heart to maintain world peace and stability." Marshal Sengoku said solemnly to the radio Den Den Mushi.

His tone was so powerful that one could feel his unwavering belief just by hearing his voice.

After a brief pause, Marshal Zhan Guo shouted softly, "Justice will prevail, the navy will prevail!"

Then, as if they had rehearsed it, the sailors in Marineford Square all shouted in unison: "Justice will prevail, the navy will prevail!"

For a moment, the sound was deafening and the morale was high. Many nobles and high-ranking officials from all over the country had never seen such a scene before. They were shocked by the strong fighting spirit and momentum and were trembling with fear.

Afterwards, the three admirals, Diarmuid, Sakaski, and Borsalino, began to applaud first, which boosted the atmosphere of the others and made the high-ranking officials and nobles who were surprised and shocked by the momentum of the navy react and began to applaud.

Soon, applause drowned out the noise in Marineford Square.

After this, Marshal Zhan Guo began to tell all sectors of society about his own concept of justice, the navy's concept of justice and so on.

Not long after, under the arrangement of Marshal Zhan Guo, a donation ceremony was held. Nobles, high-ranking officials, and bigwigs from all walks of life generously donated real money to support the navy's just cause.

Chapter 280: Teacher Zefa: Even I can’t save you, Diarmait!

"I often tell others that the Marshal is my idol. Over the years, the Marshal has cultivated me. I can sit in the position of general today thanks to the support and care of the Marshal and my colleagues..." Diarmuid sat at the wine table and said to Marshal Zhan Guo and others with a smile.

"You little brat, isn't it a bit late for you to flatter me now?" Marshal Zhan Guo said with a smile, holding a wine glass.

It can be seen that he is in a really good mood. After all, he has achieved the highest achievement in the navy and is ranked as the navy marshal. He has more than tens of millions of subordinates under his command. With just one order, thousands of heads will fall to the ground.

The ceremony for the promotion of Marshal has ended.

Those ordinary reporters and spectators who came to participate in this event have gradually dispersed.

But bosses, we still have to sit down and have a meal together.

At this time, there were many people sitting at the table, including Queen Stussy of the CP Agency, President Morgans of the World News, Princess Otohime of Fishman Island, and some franchised royal families that Diarmait did not know but had heard of as having good relations with the Navy.

Of course, the protagonists are still the big guys on the navy side.

"Hahaha, what flattery? I'm just speaking the truth." Diarmait laughed and teased.

Marshal Zhan Guo also said with emotion: "Although I do take good care of you, it is because you, Diarmait, have the ability and talent..."

Then not only Diarmuid, but also Borsalino and Sakaski followed suit and praised Marshal Warring States.

The atmosphere at the table was still very good. Today was a good day. Borsalino was the general and Zhan Guo was the marshal. Naturally, the two of them became the main targets of everyone's attack.

Even Morgans plucked up the courage to go up and give them both some wine.

We ate and drank for 12 hours in one meal until the evening.

Almost all the big guys on the navy side were drunk.

The same was true for Diarmait. He had no idea when he lost consciousness.

When Diarmait opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

The headache brought by the hangover made him open his eyes uncomfortably.

Familiar ceiling, familiar environment, familiar mattress.

It seems that he was sent home last night.

Without giving it much thought, Diarmait sat up from his cushion, clutching his head. Then, with a casual glance, he saw another figure. Gion must have been drunk too, right? Yesterday was truly a happy day, hahahaha.

Long pink hair, spread on the pillow.

Ok?

wrong?

Long pink hair?

Am I crazy?

Doesn't Gion have long black hair? When did she dye it?

Diarmait's hangover instantly dissipated. He carefully lifted the corner of the quilt and saw the delicate face that was carelessly covered under the quilt.

Then, Diarmait’s expression hardened.

Tina?

What the hell is this?

Diarmuid swallowed his saliva and did not dare to make any loud noise, so as not to wake up Tina who was sleeping soundly.

He tiptoed to the floor and looked at the clothes scattered all over the floor, including his own clothes and the crimson suit Tina wore yesterday. Diarmuid took a deep breath, gently opened the door and walked out.

When I arrived in the living room, I saw Gion humming an unknown tune while cutting the fruit into pieces and throwing them into the juicer beside him, as if he was preparing to squeeze juice.

After seeing Gion, Diarmait became even more confused. What was going on?

He had just thought that Gion had drunk too much last night, so Tina sent him back and some unexpected incident happened.

But looking at Gion now, he doesn't look like he's drunk at all, right?

As if hearing the noise behind him, Gion turned around and looked at Diarmait with a confused look on his face. He smiled and said, "Awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake..." Diarmait responded instinctively, then came to his senses and said hesitantly, "Inside."

"Is Tina awake?" Gion asked again.

"No...still sleeping." Diarmait frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Gion didn't answer the question. He just rolled his eyes at Diarmuid and threw the fruit chunks into the juicer before asking, "Do you feel better?"

"Uh... much better." Diarmait responded with a guilty conscience.

Then he quickly walked behind Gion and asked in a low voice: "Did I do anything bad yesterday?"

Gion then turned around again, looked at Diarmait seriously and said, "Done!"

"Shit!" Diarmait muttered instinctively, then ruffled his messy hair, like a scumbag trying to shirk responsibility, and said to Gion: "Even if you're not drunk, don't you know how to keep an eye on me?"

"After Tina drank too much, she wrapped herself around your back like an octopus, and you couldn't pull her off. She also unconsciously used her ability to lock herself on you." Gion said helplessly.

"And then?" Diarmait asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Then? Then I can only leave you two in the house. I wanted to get some hot water for you so that you can wipe off the smell of alcohol on your bodies, but when I brought the hot water... you... were already..." Gion said this with a look of shame on his face.

Diarmait???

Is it possible to do this after drinking too much?

After a brief hesitation, Diarmait looked at Gion with a guilty look on his face and said, "Why aren't you angry?"

Although he knew that Gion had long been aware of his unclear relationship with Queen Stussy, he had never been too close to Stussy in front of Gion.

But this time it was different. Although it was Tina, Gion witnessed it on the spot.

Logically speaking, shouldn't Gion be furious?

How can you still have the mood to hum a little tune and squeeze juice?

Is her relationship with Tina really that good?

Just as Diarmuid was thinking about this, Gion said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "You...you were calling my name at that time."