Kuro, I Miss You So Much
Headquarters, Marin Vando.
After a few days of sailing, he finally ended his patrol mission and returned to Headquarters.
At this time, the headquarters is full of clanking sounds. One-third of the buildings on top of the battlefield have been destroyed. At this time, this is still the headquarters, so we naturally have to hurry up and renovate it.
Fortunately, his own home was well protected.
But before he could go home, a Marine ran over and said that Sengoku was looking for him.
“Well, I’m going to be scolded.”
Kuro bit his cigar and said to Crowe behind him, “Take Basil to report. I’ll be back after I get scolded.”
“Understood, Mr. Kuro.” Crowe nodded.
The Marine led the way and soon brought Kuro to a spacious office. After that, he retreated and Kuro straightened his collar and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Sengoku’s voice came from inside.
Kuro pushed the door and entered. He saw Sengoku with his head lowered, as if he was dealing with documents.
At the side, Crane was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. When he saw Kuro, he smiled and said, “You little brat, you have caused a lot of trouble.”
“Don’t joke with me, Granny Crane.” Kuro’s lips twitched.
Hearing this, Sengoku raised his head and veins appeared on his forehead.
“Kuro!! What did you do!”
“Don’t be angry, Sengoku-san.”
Kuro walked to the sofa on the other side and sat down. He put out the cigar in the ashtray and smiled. “That Bonaparte Poropa has the ambition to replace our Marine. Isn’t this a precaution in advance?”
“Come on, that guy can’t do that kind of thing at all. Do you think we Marines are good for nothing! That guy, Poropa, is not the point at all. The point is that you let two countries go to the government to sue you. Can’t you do things more safely!” Sengoku roared.
“I want to, but they came directly. I can’t do anything about it. Sengoku-san, you know me. I am the most reliable person. You can’t see me in dangerous things.” Kuro said innocently.
“Enough! You lazy guy!”
Sengoku lowered his voice a little. “I will protect the government for you. Don’t cause any trouble for me during this time. I am going to retire, do you understand?”
Kuro picked his ear. “Yes, yes… There’s no need to be so loud, I heard it.”
And cause less trouble?
He still wants to not cause trouble. Did you give me a chance?
When you released me back to East Blue, nothing happened. Everyone was happy and it was a win-win situation.
Sengoku stared at him for a while. “In short, that’s it. If there’s nothing else, you can go back and rest. Stay in the headquarters first and complete your medal.”
“Oh… I will take my leave first, Sengoku-san.”
He rolled his eyes. He knew that he was here to be scolded.
Just as Kuro was about to walk out, Sengoku suddenly said, “Wait.”
“Yes?”
“About the Marshal, who do you want on the stage?”
“Huh?”
Kuro turned around and said in a daze, “You’re asking me about this kind of thing?”
“What’s wrong with a Lieutenant Colonel? Isn’t a Lieutenant Colonel a Marine? As long as you are a Marine, you are qualified to discuss this matter. Don’t pretend with me, Kuro,” Sengoku said.
“I like my old man. That’s all, let’s go.”
Kuro waved his hand and walked out the door.
“Cunning little fox, you are as unwilling to get involved in this matter as Polusalino.” Sengoku gritted his teeth and looked at the closed door.
“Forget it. It’s not like you know his personality all the time. It’s the same. If you don’t want to get involved, don’t get involved. It’s not a good thing.”
Crane crossed his arms and said lightly, “You want Kuro to support Kurzan and influence Polusalino at the same time. They will see through this, they are not fools.”
“Sigh… Forget it, let him be. I can’t control anything.”
Sengoku rubbed his head and sighed.
… .
“This is the training ground. From now on, you are an official Marine.”
After completing the procedures for Basil, Crowe brought him to the training ground of Headquarters and said, “In addition, although you are my direct subordinate, our department is a little different. When you are training as a recruit, I will not ask you to get good results, and of course, it will not be too bad. You need to get the most average results among the training of many recruits. It cannot be too good or too bad.”
What does that mean?
Basil was a little confused.
It’s understandable that he can’t get too bad results. He became a Marine because of his excellence.
But what the hell is not too good?
“In short, take an average. If you exceed one or drop one rank, you will receive a strict training from me.” Crowe pushed up his glasses and his tone was malicious.
Go to hell!
When he came to the training ground at that time, in order to ensure that he was average, he deliberately controlled his strength and suffered a lot. It was even worse than fighting with all his strength.
This pain could not end with him.
This should become their ‘good tradition’ in this lineage.
“Chloe?”
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him.
Smoker walked over with Tashigi in tow, chewing on two thick cigars.
“Mr. Smoker,” Crowe greeted.
“You’re back, that means that Kuro is also back?” Smoker came up to him and glanced at Basil behind him. “This is?”
“Yes, Mr. Kuro has just been called over by Marshal Sengoku. This is the new recruit, Basil Kuro. We met a very talented person during the voyage,” said Crowe.
“What is it called?” Smoker was stunned.
“Reporting, my name is Basil Kuro!” Basil puffed out his chest and raised his head.
“No, I took my surname.”
“My name is Kuro!”
“Tell me again who you are.”
“Uh… My name is Kuro!”
After saying that, he watched Smoker’s expression change from surprise to a kind of bad humor. He had seen that expression before, from Chloë and Leda…
“Your name is Kuro, I missed you so much!”
Smoker grabbed Sazel’s hand and smiled. “My good friend is also called Kuro. He likes to practice with me when he has nothing to do. No, spar with me. Since your name is Kuro, you can’t lose this tradition.”
“My friend’s subordinates are not weak. Since you want to be my friend’s subordinate, let me see how strong you are!”
With that, he pulled Basil into the training ground.
“No, don’t!”
Basil’s tone became sharp and he struggled crazily. “I’m not going! I’m just a recruit, I’m not going anywhere! Mr. Crowe, Mr. Crowe, save me!”
He looked at Crowe with pleading eyes, like a pitiful little girl.
Crowe smiled. “This is a good opportunity. Kuro, accompany Mr. Smoker. With him training you, I believe you will grow. Mr. Smoker, don’t hold back against Kuro. It’s best to teach him a lesson. He used to be a trainee pirate.”
“Ah… then I have even more reason. Don’t worry, Kuro, I will make that strange psychological correction!”
Smoker grinned.
Teach Kuro a lesson or something. Half of the famous Marine’s younger generation generals probably want to do this.
Even if it was someone with the same name.