I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

Zephyr has been with Marine for many years, and has never faced two more alluring assignments than today.

One is that they can freely work on the sea, and when the road sees injustice, they draw their swords to help.

But Zephyr still couldn't let go of his favorite students.

"I choose the second one!"

Zephyr grinned, and then said respectfully, "Thank you, Mr. Carl, for allowing this old man to fulfill his deep-seated aspirations in the twilight of his life."

"The stage of the world belongs to you, go ahead and don't leave regrets in life!"

Carl's tone was flat.

Zephyr bowed respectfully, then turned around, and walked out in high spirits.

"watch out!"

As soon as he reached the door, a strong fist wind roared.

Zephyr grinned slightly, but he didn't dodge, still coming from his fist.

A hint of doubt immediately appeared on Sengoku's face, but there was still no sign of a pause in his fist.

Until the fist touched Zephyr's abdomen, Zephyr bowed slightly, subtly avoiding the strong force of the fist.

Then the abdomen returns to its original state, and it is pushed forward, directly to the side of Sengoku's fist.

"Oops!"

Sengoku immediately realized something was wrong.

The fist that roared away immediately changed direction, heading towards Aokiji beside him.

bang~

"Ah la la, I almost got hit!"

Aokiji raised his eyelids and glanced at the hole in his abdomen that was punched by Sengoku.

"Sorry, mistake! Mistake! Ahaha..."

Sengoku smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, then leaned in front of Zephyr, "

"It seems that you have obtained a good amount of power, and you can deftly deflect the old attack!"

"Hmph, I'm not that old Instructor now."

Zephyr hummed softly, not paying any attention to the attack just now.

"What are you two still doing on the island, what's the matter?"

At this moment, Carl walked out of the library.

"Mr. Carl is out! I want to try what kind of power Zephyr gets, so..."

Sengoku scratched his head and smiled.

"I don't want to, the old man has something to do!"

Zephyr glanced aside with his old face and snorted coldly.

"Zephyr, can you talk, you're making it hard for me!"

"Okay, you all do your own thing, Aokiji and Zephyr can't stay on the island for a long time, so as not to reveal their identities."

Carl interrupted.

"Mr. Carl, I imagine you're inquiring about someone!"

Aokiji stepped forward with a serious look on his face, as if this matter was important to him.

"I wonder if Mr. Nicole Robin's whereabouts!"

For Nico Robin, both Zephyr and Sengoku who are Marine know something.

The only survivor of Ohara Island during Operation Buster Call.

Now he is wanted by Marine and abandoned by the people of the world.

Although Sengoku doesn't know what the relationship between Aokiji and Robin is, with his current state of mind and situation, he will definitely stop such a cruel and inhumane practice.

"Nico Robin?"

Carl's fingers moved slightly.

He really doesn't know the exact location of Robin, so he can only guess based on the plot of the original book.

"Again! Mr. Carl's finger pinch magic!"

Sengoku's eyes lit up.

Zephyr also squinted slightly and cast his gaze over, wanting to see how they predicted the future.

Carl glanced at Sengoku slightly, and said in a flat tone:

“The approximate location of Nico Robin is on the Grand Line!”

"If you want to know more, you need to investigate for yourself!"

"Thank you Mr. Carl."

Aokiji respectfully said, and then disappeared into a streak of ice.

"Is this a prediction without warning?"

Although Zephyr was surprised, he had already gotten used to the series of things he came across in the isolated island.

He took the boat he had come in and rowed towards the New World.

And the isolated island also follows the waterway, towards East Blue.

......

New World.

On Whitebeard's site.

There is a party going on on the Modibic.

The captains of the divisions held barbecues and wine bowls, chatting and laughing.

Whitebeard raised his huge wine bowl with great interest, raised his head and gulped down a sip.

"Jiejiejie....a day without a bottle, a happy time with the family."

Marko leaned against the edge of the boat, looked at the crowd singing and dancing, and said with a gratified smile:

"This scene is like going back to twenty years ago. Time flies so fast, and Dad looks more and more energetic!"

He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Library, Mr. Carl! Thank you for showing up in time!"

"Captain Marko, there is a pirate ship ahead, and there is a person lying on it!"

A subordinate pirate ran over and lowered his voice.

Marco frowned slightly, glanced at the high-spirited father and others on the boat, turned his head and ordered:

"Don't tell daddy them yet, take me to see!"

Under the leadership of his own pirates, Marco ran to another accompanying cadre ship.

And there is a small boat under the boat, and a person is lying on it.

What was even more terrifying was that the man had a faint blue palm print on his mouth, and the blood vessels in all parts of his body bulged all over his body and had spread to his face.

And those raised blood vessels are pale blue in color.

"This man looks like a father..."

Marco was lost in thought.

It's not that the man looks alike, but that the squiggly beard on his face is exactly the same as his father's.

"Captain Marko, what should we do?"

The players on the side also have the same idea as Marco.

If there were other pirates, he would have expelled them long ago, but this man had too many similarities with Whitebeard.

"Let's wake him up first and ask!"

Marco asked the crew to pull Weibull up and lay it flat on the boat.

Then he stepped forward, wanting to wake the other party up, and as soon as his hand touched it, he immediately shrank back.

“Good Ultimate Chill!”

Marko glanced at his slightly frostbitten fingers.

"Bring some water and throw him up!"

Marko looked solemn, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The team members quickly moved a bucket of water, and rushed up with Marco's consent.

呲~

As soon as the water came up, Weibull's body surface was extremely cold.

It was as if the body was in a state of magma, but when it was different, the rising gas had a deep chill.

A crew member who couldn't dodge, his hands were frozen immediately.

"You all stay away!"

Marco's body exudes blue flames, using the fruit ability to avoid damage.

At this time, taking a bucket of water seems to have had an effect.

Lying on the ground like a stiff dead man, Weibull slowly opened his eyes, sat up and Muna said:

"Where is this place, I'm looking for my dad!"

"It's so uncomfortable, I'm so cold! My body is so dizzy!"

"Finally awake!"

Marco kept his distance and asked, "Who are you and what's up with your body?"

Weibull rubbed his eyes, the two or three phantoms in front of him overlapped and scattered, and he saw that the faint blue flames on Marco's body were very similar to the faint blue aura that appeared that day.

"It's you?"

"You killed my mother and didn't let me go?"

"I'm going to fight with you!"

Weibull stood up, the anger in his eyes completely forgetting the coldness that spread all over his body.

"I think you may have misunderstood something!"

Marco took two steps back, and he felt the unusualness of this person from the momentum just now.

"Hmph, go to hell!"

Weibull charged forward with iron shoulders at a lost buffalo, his feet clattering on the board of the boat.

Seeing this, Marco had to grit his teeth to fight and turned into the form of a phoenix.

But the closer he got, the more Marco felt that things were unusual.