💖 If you enjoy my work, consider supporting me on ! I’m offering advanced Chapters there as a thank-you to readers.
Check out advanced Chapters on : /Veni_V
New Soul Land Book has been released go check it out.....
Book Name :- Douluo Dalu : Blue Silver Emperor Douluo
-----------------------------
New One Piece Book has been released go check it out...
Book Name :- One Piece : Cursed Crew
-----------------------------
Aokiji sighed. It was a chore, but he couldn’t ignore Sengoku’s order. "Alright! Please wait a moment." He then set off for Mariejois.
The debate, meanwhile, had devolved into a full-blown argument, with Garp leading the charge. While arguing, he’d pull rocks from his pocket—which he called "snacks"—and hurl them at Blackbeard and the CP0 agent whenever they talked too much.
The rocks were coated in Armament Haki, and though they weren’t as violent as Garp’s fists, they were definitely painful.
"I’d like to report Lieutenant General Garp for throwing things whenever he can’t argue!" Blackbeard whined.
The Five Elders, who had been silent, were also getting annoyed. "Garp, that’s enough!" the Curly-Haired Elder demanded.
"Oh?" Garp said, tossing a rock. "This is a special delicacy from the East Blue! If you don’t believe me, watch!" He covered his teeth in Armament Haki, put a rock in his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it with a look of enjoyment. "I just feel like Blackbeard’s argument is very reasonable, so I want to give them some of my snacks!"
Everyone was speechless.
"No matter what, stop throwing things!" the Elder insisted. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙
"Okay, okay..." Garp said, giving in.
Meanwhile, Aokiji arrived alone at Mariejois to search for Conan. Ever since Conan’s Shinigami identity was revealed, Sengoku had been leaving him in the Holy Land. To the Celestial Dragons, Conan was a welcomed guest because he helped them solve murder cases—specifically, the deaths of other Celestial Dragons. They appreciated his ability to uncover the truth, even if the rate of Celestial Dragon deaths had recently spiked.
Today, Conan was at a Celestial Dragon’s home investigating the death of a morbidly obese one. As he was about to declare, "There is only one truth!" Aokiji found him.
"Here to cause more trouble, are you?" Aokiji whispered.
"What do you mean ’cause trouble’? I was called here for a case," Conan retorted.
"Doesn’t matter. Sengoku is looking for you. Come with me now." Conan nodded, ignoring the Celestial Dragons’ pleas for him to stay. He secretly hoped he really was a Shinigami, so he could use his scythe on all of them. He knew exactly what kind of people the Celestial Dragons were, and he didn’t mind Sengoku leaving him here. He hoped more of them would die.
On the way, Aokiji explained the situation. Conan was baffled. "You want me to show them general-level strength? Where am I supposed to get that from? Are you kidding me?"
Aokiji gave the kid a sideways glance. Conan didn’t have the brute strength of a general. His talent was undeniable, but he hadn’t trained long enough. However, he could deliver an attack with general-level power—specifically, with his kicks.
Sengoku had even asked Vegapunk to study Conan to understand why his kicks were so powerful. They first thought it was his shoes, but when Conan could do it without them, they knew it was just an innate gift.
When Aokiji and Conan arrived, they found Garp holding his back, a groaning Blackbeard paralyzed on the floor, and the CP0 agent embedded in the wall. Garp had "accidentally" dodged, sending his fist flying at them. Kong had tried to stop him, but it was too late. The Five Elders’ faces were as dark as a storm cloud.
As they watched the chaos, Conan’s mouth twitched. "Is this the highest organization to maintain justice on the seas? It’s really... something else," he thought.
"Little Conan is here!" Garp said, stopping his antics. He’d only started causing trouble because he was bored. Besides, who said arguments had to be verbal? He’d almost won by intimidating Blackbeard with his fists alone!
"Hello, Grandpa Garp!" Conan said. "Hello, Grandpa Kong!" "Hello, Grandma Tsuru!"
The elders, who had been furious just moments ago, all smiled. Conan was well-liked. He was cute, smart, and talented. His only downside was that wherever he went, people seemed to die. Some Marines had even joked that he should go undercover in a Four Emperors crew.
"Little Conan! It’s time to show them what you’re made of," Sengoku said, patting his head. He pointed to the incapacitated Blackbeard and the CP0 agent. "Kick them both to prove your strength isn’t just a joke." He then pulled out two specially made soccer balls. They were designed to maximize Conan’s kicking power, making them capable of sinking a battleship.