Mokomo Dukedom
Gern put away the Den Den Mushi and looked up at Libo, Pedro, and Wanda.
"Sorry, my teacher has a loud voice, haha!"
Watching Gern laugh heartily, Wanda was the first to speak, a hint of reluctance in her voice: "Gern, are you leaving?"
Hearing Wanda's words, Gern subconsciously paused; she was right.
He couldn't hide it, after all, Zephyr's voice had been very loud just now.
However, although he had indeed stayed in Mokomo Dukedom for a bit too long, the positive feedback he received was excellent...
Thinking of this, Gern smiled slightly and said casually: "Sorry, Wanda.
A hero of justice can't stay in one place forever!"
"Exactly!" Libo immediately echoed, bouncing over to Gern's side, her floppy ears gently swaying with her movements.
"Gern is going to save the world!"
"That's right, Gern's justice will spread throughout the world!" Gern also, for once, acted a bit childish.
Incidentally, during his time in Mokomo Dukedom, he never mentioned the World Government in his propaganda or actions, but rather started from himself.
So the Mink Tribe of Mokomo Dukedom only knew about Gern's "justice."
This also led to a story and action (masked transformation) of a "Hero of Justice" circulating here in the future,
instead of the friendship of the Kozuki family recounted by Nekomamushi and Inuarashi who returned later...
Just as Gern and Libo were doing a Kamen Rider transformation together, laughing heartily,
Pedro, not far away, lowered his head, his long sword slipping from his hand and falling to the ground, his hands clenched into fists.
During these dozens of days of interaction, his initial suspicion of Gern had turned into heartfelt admiration.
In these days, Gern not only helped the Mink Tribe solve many problems (using vibration ability to clear land, build roads, etc.)...
He enabled Libo to heal others and even took the lead in forming a team called the "King's Guard."
He taught them Armament Haki, building an invisible line of defense for Mokomo Dukedom against pirates.
"I just started to like you, and I didn't expect you to leave..."
On the other side, Gern noticed Pedro's unusual behavior.
So he slowly walked up to him, reaching out and gently placing his hand on his head: "What's wrong, Pedro? You're the captain I chose!"
"Gern..." Hearing Gern's words, the straightforward Pedro suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with firm resolve.
"Take me with you!"
"Take you with me?" Gern was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled softly.
"Pedro, everyone has their own time to shine, and yours hasn't arrived yet."
He then paused, his tone becoming serious, "Moreover, I will leave, but my 'justice' will not."
Saying that, Gern pulled off Pedro's green little ranger cape, and then untied the cloak of justice from his own back, personally placing it on Pedro's shoulders.
The cloak fluttered in the wind, and the white words "Justice" shimmered in the sunlight.
"Remember, 'Justice' has already visited Mokomo," Gern's voice was deep and powerful.
"Not the justice of the World Government, but the 'justice' of the Hero of Justice, Gern.
When I'm not here, this place will be protected by you."
"Gern, your justice..." Pedro's pupils trembled slightly.
He looked down at the cloak on his shoulder, as if feeling the heavy responsibility.
"I understand!" Pedro took a deep breath, straightened his back, and nodded vigorously.
"You told me that the justice here belongs only to Mokomo Dukedom.
The justice of Mokomo Dukedom is only for the Mink Tribe. I will not let you down!!
I will diligently study the cultivation notes you left behind. I will let everyone see what the Hero of Justice brings..." Towards the end, Pedro bit his lip, trying not to let tears fall.
...
Three days later, the afterglow of the setting sun cast its light on the central square of New Moon Village.
Bonfires had already been lit, and the aroma of roasted meat mingled with the sweet scent of fruit wine, filling the air.
The Mink Tribe members gathered in a large circle, singing and dancing, their laughter and cheers rising and falling.
Gern sat on the central wooden stump, surrounded by furry little creatures.
"Gern! Tell us again the story of how you defeated that San Juan Wolf!" A small squirrel Mink Tribe member tugged at his pants, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes, yes! And that glowing Marine!" Another small reindeer Mink Tribe member bounced along, echoing the request.
Gern laughed heartily, reaching out to pat their heads: "Alright, I'll tell it again..."
As he began to speak, an old goat Mink Tribe member tremblingly squeezed through the crowd, patting his shoulder with a rough hand.
"Gern, remember to bring some seeds from the outside world next time you come. This old man wants to plant some new things..."
"If I get the chance, no problem!" Gern readily agreed, taking the fruit wine offered to him and tilting his head back to drink it all in one gulp.
"Gern! Try my special carrot cake!"
Libo emerged from the crowd at some point, holding a wobbly cake with a crooked carrot candle stuck in it.
"You made it?" Gern raised an eyebrow.
"Of course!" Libo proudly puffed out her chest, "Though it doesn't look great, the taste is absolutely..."
Gern took a bite directly, chewed twice, and his expression subtly froze.
"How is it?" Libo looked at him expectantly.
"Hmm, it's very 'unique'." Gern swallowed with difficulty, his mouth twitching.
"Really?!" Libo jumped up excitedly, "Then have another piece!"
"No need!" Gern quickly waved his hand, but Libo had already turned and run towards the food area, muttering, "This time, I'll add more honey."
Gern shook his head with a helpless smile, and when he turned around, he found Pedro standing behind him at some point, holding a handmade woven medal.
"For you, the King's Guard medal." Pedro turned his face away, his ears twitching slightly, "You're the founder."
"Is that so..." Gern was momentarily stunned, then took the medal, gently placing it on the side collar of his clothes, and smiled: "Thanks, Captain."
Pedro's lips curved slightly upward, but he quickly put on a serious face again: "Next time... remember to come back and see us."
"Definitely." Gern nodded earnestly.
The banquet lasted until late into the night. Gern was pulled by the Mink Tribe members in turns to dance, drink, and tell stories.
He was even used as a "climbing frame" by a group of small Mink Tribe members, who hung all over his shoulders and back.
It wasn't until the latter half of the night that the bonfires gradually died down, and the sounds of revelry slowly quieted.
Gern gently handed the little fox Mink Tribe member who had fallen asleep on his lap to a nearby parent, then stood up and brushed off the grass clippings from his clothes.
He looked around, watching the Mink Tribe members sleeping haphazardly on the grass, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
"It's time to go." He murmured softly, turning and walking towards the edge of the village.
Under the Moonlight, Gern arrived alone at the edge of Mokomo Dukedom, standing on a cliff overlooking the dark sea below.
The Marine ship was already waiting at the agreed location, just waiting for him to board.