The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

He gently put down his teacup, his voice calm yet powerful: "I think we should adopt the 'fisherman's strategy'."

Let the two pirate crews wear each other down first. If there is a real opportunity, it will not be too late to make a move when they are both severely weakened.

But this is contingent on the navy being fully prepared—including for the worst-case scenario.

"Worst-case scenario?" Kuzan raised an eyebrow.

“It’s what Gern was talking about.” Crane looked at the young major general. “The possibility of Roger and the Golden Lion joining forces.”

Although the probability is very low, if it were to occur, it would be a devastating blow to the balance of the new world.

Gern noticed that when Crane mentioned "joining forces," Zephyr's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This Black Arm General has always abhorred any form of compromise, whether from the enemy or his own side.

“I propose it.” Gern knew his chance to end the punishment had come, so he suddenly spoke, his voice clear and firm.

"The navy split into three groups."

The main fleet was personally overseen by the Air Marshal, who observed from a safe distance.

The rapid reaction force, led by Lieutenant General Garp, is ready to intervene at any time.

Another elite squad was dispatched to infiltrate the battlefield and monitor the situation in real time.

"An elite squad?" Steelbone Kong narrowed his eyes. "You mean..."

Gern's lips curled up slightly: "I..."

"No!" Zephyr suddenly exclaimed, his gaze behind his sunglasses sharp as a knife. "Too dangerous!"

"You're going to face two legendary pirate crews alone? I don't agree! Don't even think about it!"

Zephyr's answer made everyone nod in agreement, even Akainu shook his head at Gern.

Seeing this, Gern smiled slightly, "Professor Zephyr, let me finish what I have to say. Of course, I can't go alone!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, by me and Borsalino."

After all, we are both highly mobile and have excellent teamwork, so even if we encounter an accident, we can escape unscathed.

Upon hearing his name called, Kizaru, who was planning to take advantage of the chaos, narrowed his eyes and instantly turned his head.

"Oh? Gern, you look like a big, handsome guy, and now you're trying to pull some dirty tricks on me?!"

“Teacher Zephyr.” Gern interrupted softly, ignoring the slacker, his eyes firm.

"It is precisely because of the danger that we, the naval 'monsters,' are needed."

The conference room fell silent again.

Everyone understood the meaning behind Gern's words.

The Navy's new generation of "monsters" are the only ones capable of surviving a conflict of this magnitude and bringing back intelligence.

Gern possesses his own "Shock Flash," developed in imitation of Kizaru, and can even achieve molecular-level displacement that Observation Haki cannot predict.

As for Borsalino? Needless to say, he's a total heartthrob!

After pondering for a long time, Steel Bone finally nodded slowly: "The plan is feasible."

But you two must remain strictly hidden and must not act without authorization.

Especially you, Gern, you're such a wild one.

Therefore, I will delegate all executive authority to Borsalino. No objections?

“Absolutely not,” Gern replied solemnly.

Gern, who had been escorting the recruits in the elite training camp for a year, was getting incredibly bored.

Can you imagine a group of chattering students constantly surrounding you and asking you questions?

The key point is that Zephyr was on the sidelines most of the time, so Gern couldn't refuse to answer!

That's practically the harshest punishment imaginable.

"Then..." Steelbone stood up, the meeting adjourned.

"All departments shall begin preparations immediately."

Remember—this action will determine the landscape of the new world for years to come.

Justice must not be lost!

"Yes!" the generals answered in unison.

As the meeting concluded, the generals gradually departed.

Just as Gern was about to get up, Zefa stopped him.

“Gern,” Zephyr’s voice was low, “you damned disciple, I knew you couldn’t be patient.”

"Professor Zefa, how could you think of me like that?" Gern looked at Zefa's face and said, feigning seriousness.

"I am a new-era navy officer; there are some things that I can only understand by witnessing them firsthand."

“You…” Zefa stared at his disciple for a long time, and finally just patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"I don't want to see you pulled out of the sea a second time!?"

"There will never be a second time."

……

After Zephyr left, Gern smiled, turned and walked towards the door, with Libo and Tesoro immediately following.

Sakazuki was waiting for the elevator in the hallway.

Seeing Guern approach, he unusually took the initiative to speak: "Your suggestion is very reasonable."

“Same to you.” Gern shrugged. “After all, we all want to end the era of pirates ourselves.”

“But you’re still too extreme,” Sakazuki said, staring seriously at Gern.

"Sometimes you can't act impulsively; you have to carefully consider everything before making a decision."

Do you know how I felt when I heard you were planning to go alone?

"No, Sakazuki, you're trying to persuade me now?"

"In short, we can't be too absolute." Sakazuki rarely raised his hand to pat Gern's shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"After this operation, come over to my house for a drink sometime!"

This was almost the highest level of recognition he could express.

Gern paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem."

The elevator doors opened, and Kuzan and Borsalino were already inside.

Their eyes met, and no words were needed.

A storm is brewing, and together they will face this momentous change that could alter the world.

Libo tugged at Guern's sleeve and whispered, "Guern, I want to go too..."

“No.” Gern refused decisively, ruffling her head. “You and Tesoro stay with Professor Zephyr at headquarters. That’s an order.”

Tesoro opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded silently.

He understood that this level of event was beyond his current capabilities.

As he walked out of the naval building, Guern looked up at the sky.

“Edward…” he murmured, “Now, I too am facing a turning point in history!”

The sea breeze swept across the Marineford flag, and the word "Justice" fluttered in the wind.

"Unbeknownst to us, the 'legendary era' that belonged only to the three of you is also coming to an end!"

Chapter 134 Salted Fish

A gentle sea breeze blows, and the flags of Marineford flutter in the wind.

Gern stood outside the Navy Building, looking at the flag with a helpless smile.

"Gern." Sakazuki's deep voice came from behind him as he also exited the elevator.

Then a heavy hand patted his shoulder. "Remember our agreement. I'll go get ready now."

Gern turned around and saw Sakazuki's serious, unsmiling face.

“Of course.” Gern nodded.

Sakazuki didn't say much, only letting out a cold snort as a response.

Then, his gaze swept over Kuzan and Borsalino, who were still standing at the elevator door, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, before he strode away.

Seeing Sakazuki walk away, Kuzan finally breathed a sigh of relief and lazily stretched.

He stepped forward and put his arm around Guern's shoulder, a smile playing on his lips. "Haha, Borsalino looks really down!"

I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve. You better not mess with me next time!

After saying that, he winked at Gern, then turned and walked towards the training camp, waving to Libo and Tesoro as he went.

"Come on, fluffy bunny and golden brat! Teacher Zephyr can't wait to train you."

"Afro." Libo pouted, reluctantly following behind, but before leaving, she turned back and waved her little fist at Gern: "Gern! Be careful!"

Tesoro simply nodded silently, a hint of resentment in his eyes, but ultimately followed Kuzan away.

As Kuzan's figure receded into the distance, Gern suddenly felt the air around him become subtle.

He slowly turned his head, meeting a pair of eyes filled with resentment.

That's right, it was none other than our salted fish king, Kizaru, staring at him.

His lips drooped slightly, and he exuded a kind of decadent, listless aura.

“Gern…” Borsalino drawled, his voice full of grievance.

It's really impolite to trick your seniors like that!

Gern's lips twitched: "Senior, this is for justice."

"Justice?" Kizaru pushed up his sunglasses, his tone becoming even more resentful.

"I should be lying on the beach at Egghead Island right now, sipping iced juice and enjoying a rare paid vacation!"

"Senior Borsalino, you want to take a paid vacation, but I'm on a mission too!"

Gern sighed helplessly and turned to walk towards the port: "Let's go, the mission is more important."

However, Kizaru's resentment will obviously not dissipate so easily.

Along the way, Gern's ears were filled with the incessant ramblings of someone slacking off...

"Oh dear~ The weather on the high seas of the New World is terrible, my skin will get sunburned~"

"I've heard that the Golden Lion has a terrible temper. What if he takes a dislike to me? How scary!"

"Gern, do you know how low my salary is? This kind of dangerous mission deserves a raise!"

Gern: "..."

He finally understood why Kuzan could run so fast.

........

Three days later, the azure sea shimmered under the sunlight.

The specially designed naval reconnaissance ship cut through the waves and slowly made its way towards the Adewol Sea.

On the deck, Gern leaned lazily against the mainmast, the sea breeze lifting his white-sleeved, black-sleeved Justice Cloak to reveal the casually placed Black Blade Eight Desolations.

He held the teacup with both hands, taking sips now and then and letting out satisfied sighs, just like a retired old man.

"Oh dear~" Kizaru leaned lazily against the ship's railing, his eyes half-closed behind his sunglasses, the hot tea in his hands steaming.

“Gern, who was it that passionately proclaimed ‘For justice!’ at the entrance of our department before we set off?”

"Oh my! Borsalino-senpai." Gern smiled innocently and casually picked up a piece of daifuku.