In the hallowed chambers of the Marine Headquarters, the weight of seriousness hung thick in the air. Fleet Admiral Sengoku, framed by Admirals Akainu and Aokiji, commanded the attention of the room. Commander in Chief Kong, a formidable figure, surveyed the assembly, while a handful of high-ranking officers, their expressions etched with stern resolve, flanked the table.
Amidst this sea of grim faces, Admiral Kizaru, the very embodiment of a laid-back persona, rose to speak. With a nonchalant smile that seemed indifferent to the gravity of the situation, he initiated the discourse about the enigmatic Yonko, Big Mom.
"Alright, folks, gather around. We've got a little dance to choreograph with Big Mom," Kizaru began, his words flowing with an easy cadence. "Turns out, when she's famished, family reunions get a bit too... explosive, if you catch my drift. If you don't : she eats her own crewmates. And children"
"Now, here's the plan," Kizaru continued, leaning casually against the table, his sunglasses reflecting the room's seriousness. "We send out our fastest ships and units to her turf. Block her food supply with some of our finest ships – you know, the ones with the snazzy guns. The fastest ones. Every time it gets spicy enough that she's thinking of leaving her island or sending out the Sweet Commanders to "unblock" her supplies lines, we play a little game of hide and seek. Our guys leave. Bam. Big Brain Move."
Kizaru's words, delivered with an almost indifferent ease, painted a picture of a strategic dance with the notoriously unpredictable Big Mom. He illustrated how they'd lure her into thinning her own ranks, all the while maintaining a nonchalant facade.
"But here's the kicker," Kizaru continued, a sly smile appearing on his face. "After two or three times, they'll think they understood our game. So they'll start to dispatch their fighters to secure the food. Once we've got her family members comfortably aboard the food boat, we stop the charade. Now, they've got to play guardian to their precious grub. Less manpower to defend their territories, and we swoop in to get them back. If they stop protecting the food by sending their warriors to take back the territories, we just live them - and attack the supply lines"
His seemingly nonchalant explanation unfolded into a masterful and strategic orchestration, showcasing the effectiveness of Kizaru's relaxed yet brilliant approach. The officers, momentarily caught between amusement and astonishment, found themselves nodding in reluctant acknowledgment of the audacious plan presented by the casually-cool Admiral.
With the plan laid out and a subtle grin on his face, Kizaru concluded his unorthodox briefing. "Alright, that's the game plan. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a moss-haired individual waiting for a dinner reservation. Gotta keep up with the schedule, you know. And save the restaurant. And fuck with some pirates. And some marines, but in a different fashion. I'll be back in a few hours ! "
In a dazzling display, Kizaru vanished in a burst of light, leaving the room momentarily illuminated before settling back into the somber shadows. The officers exchanged bemused glances, momentarily suspended between the serious matters at hand and the enigmatic departure of the laid-back Admiral.
As the residual glow dissipated, the room returned to its serious atmosphere, tinged with a lingering air of disbelief at the distinctive blend of strategic brilliance and nonchalant charm that defined Admiral Kizaru.
Kizaru observed Smoker's inner struggle, caught between fanboying over the admiral and frustration at Kizaru's seemingly lackadaisical approach to Tashigi's situation. With a languid drawl, Kizaru declared, "Alright, boys, time to wrap up the playground drama."
In a comedic twist, the four brawlers ceased their tussle, freezing in place like a quartet of well-dressed, bewildered penguins. Their expressions shifted from the intensity of battle to a collective look of befuddlement, as if someone had just yelled "freeze tag" in the middle of a heated argument.
In the midst of this comical standstill, Tashigi, her eyes wide with a mix of realization and incredulity, finally connected the dots. She saluted Admiral Kizaru, who reclined in his deckchair as though enjoying a particularly entertaining sitcom. The entire scene resembled a peculiar comedy sketch, with Kizaru as the unsuspecting director of the impromptu performance.
"Well, gals and boys…"
Kizaru leisurely sat up, his expression a blend of mischief and nonchalance. Anticipation hung in the air as everyone stared at him, caught between expecting the unexpected and wondering if he was just going to add more chaos to the mix.
To everyone's surprise, Kizaru reached into his pocket, as if rummaging for a secret treasure. Lo and behold, he pulled out a concealed glass of Whisky Sour, as though it were a delightful surprise he had been saving for this exact moment. The absurdity of the situation reached its peak as he reclined once more, taking a sip as if enjoying a casual afternoon beverage in the midst of cosmic shenanigans.
Kizaru, still lounging as if in his backyard, nonchalantly pointed at Captain Smoker and Master Chief Petty Officer Tashigi. With an air of command mixed with playful mischief, he declared, "Alright, you two, time for the introductions. Let's see if we can make this a bit more interesting."
Smoker and Tashigi exchanged bemused glances before stepping forward.
Captain Smoker, a towering figure with a stoic demeanor, stepped forward with a crisp salute. His deep voice resonated through the surreal atmosphere as he began, "I am Captain Smoker, wielder of the Smoke-Smoke Fruit, and a stalwart defender of justice within the ranks of the Marines."
Beside him, Master Chief Petty Officer Tashigi, her salute equally sharp, introduced herself with a hint of determination. "I am Master Chief Petty Officer Tashigi, a swordswoman dedicated to honing my skills and upholding justice in the name of the Marines."
"Very well ! Now, let me introduce you to…"
With a casual wave of his hand, Kizaru turned his attention to the quartet of bewildered individuals, introducing them with a distinct touch of humor and light mockery.
"Alright, let's meet the fantastic four," he quipped, his tone embodying a nonchalant amusement. "First up, we've got Eyebrows. He kicks and, apparently, he cooks. A man of many talents, or just too many unfulfilled dreams. Who's to say?"
"Next, we've got Dark-Sasuke. He's the healer and the fighter, because apparently, multitasking is his forte. Maybe he moonlights as a therapist, too. Who knows?"
"Then, there's Greenie. He just fights, and well, not as well as our esteemed Dark Sasuke here. Could've been a navigator, but nope. Worst sense of direction in all the Blues. Classic."
"And last but not least, Pinkie. He's... well, he's here," Kizaru concluded, his tone tinged with a mysterious pause.
"Existence is his superpower, I suppose. A real trailblazer in the field of just being present."
As Law shot a lethal gaze towards the seemingly nonchalant Admiral, Kizaru leisurely sat up. A trace of subtle amusement played in his eyes as he addressed the perplexed gathering, "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what brings the six of you here."
In a surprising turn, the laid-back admiral adopted a more refined yet chilled tone, his words flowing with eloquence as he embarked on a discourse about the impending arrival of dark ages, the surge of pirates, and the imminent perils that cast shadows over the world. His narrative wove a tale of foreboding, delivered with a conviction that seamlessly blended with his typically easygoing demeanor.
"In this pivotal moment, we find ourselves standing on the precipice of an era steeped in chaos and uncertainty. A tide of piracy threatens to engulf us, casting shadows that loom ominously over our world. Yet, let not your hearts be troubled, for justice transcends the realm of mere ideology; it is a radiant beacon, a guiding star steering us towards the shores of stability and righteousness."
With each meticulously chosen word, Kizaru crafted a vision of a world poised for metamorphosis, where the very principles of justice held the transformative power to shape destinies. His eloquence, veiled in the chilled ease that defined him, captivated the room, holding its occupants spellbound.
"In epochs such as these, we call upon champions—those capable of ascending above the cacophony, effortlessly wielding the principles of righteousness to instill a note of harmony into the discordant symphony that envelops us."
Kizaru continued, a glimmer of sincere coolness in his gaze, "Within each of you, I discern an untapped reservoir of potential. The justice we yearn for, the kind that orchestrates the harmonious dance of our world, already resides within you. Embrace it, refine it, and emerge as the guiding luminaries amidst these intriguing shadows."
He turned his attention to the six individuals before him, addressing each with a tailored acknowledgment of their distinctive qualities.
"Captain Smoker," he began, his gaze settling on the stoic captain, "your leadership capabilities are undeniable. In these turbulent times, a steady hand is needed to navigate the storm, and I see that strength in you."
Turning to the Master Chief Petty Officer, he continued, "Your unwavering sense of justice, Tashigi, is a beacon in itself. Weaving through the shadows requires a moral compass, and yours points true north."
"Zoro," Kizaru spoke, "your potential to surpass even Mihawk is a flame that burns brightly. In the forge of adversity, I believe you can forge a path to greatness."
The admiral then shifted his gaze to Law, acknowledging the strategic mind that rested within. "Law," he said with a measured tone, "you have the power to follow in Rossinante's steps and surpass them. You will make him proud of the man you'll become."
Koby, the young marine, received Kizaru's attention next. "Koby, your resolve is the foundation upon which you can build strength and resilience."
Lastly, Kizaru turned his eyes to Sanji, the cook with a fiery spirit. "Sanji," he remarked with a knowing smile, "I sense a burning resolve within you. You can become stronger than your father without relying on technology. You are your own man, forging your destiny with the fire that burns within."
The six stood in collective astonishment, their expressions a mix of surprise and flattery. The realization that one of the most powerful figures in the world had taken the time to not only understand them but also acknowledge their unique strengths left them humbled and honored. And to think he thought so highly of them !
But the admiral's revelations were far from over. "I've chosen each of you for a special purpose," Kizaru declared, the gravity of his words cutting through the residual awe. "You can be the new blade of justice, a cadre handpicked to evolve directly under my commandment. A special branch of inspection tasked with toppling pirates, rooting out corrupted marines, and reining in disrespectful warlords. A New Unit I'll Create. The Light's Blade."
"However, let's get something straight," Kizaru declared, his voice effortlessly cutting through the charged atmosphere. "Even with all that potential I see in each of you, you're just a bunch of shit right now. Nowhere near worthy of serving directly under me." His words, sharp and unapologetic, lingered in the air. "You'll sweat, bleed, and prove that you're not just riding on words. Earning your spot in this new generation of marines means walking a path paved with effort, sacrifice, and an unshakeable commitment to justice."
In a nonchalant manner, Admiral Kizaru casually rose from his seated position, taking a languid bite from an apple. His gaze shifted from the fruit in his hand to Captain Smoker, the room awaiting his next words.
"Smoker," he drawled, tossing the partially eaten apple between his hands, "you've got one month to turn these little fledglings into something resembling marines. Teach 'em the ropes of a good brawl, but don't forget the essentials—the ranks, the basic knowledge of a marine, and the magic word: teamwork."
A flicker of his gaze landed on Law, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Law, every time one of these sorry souls can't keep up, fix 'em up. No whining, no excuses. They'll keep pushing until they drop, and then you work your medical miracles, got it? And then you'll do it again, and again, and again. Clear ?"
Turning to Zoro with a nod, he added, "Zoro, the honor's yours. Show Kuina's cousin how to dance with her swords. Make it flashy."
With a final sweeping glance at the assembled crew, Kizaru's expression shifted to a mock-serious one. "I'll be back in a month. Impress me, or we might need to have a little chat."
And with that, the admiral, apple still in hand, disappeared in a show of lights, leaving behind a group of bewildered yet determined individuals, each wondering if they were in for the training of their lives or just witnessing another episode of Kizaru's unique approach to leadership.
Captain Smoker seized the moment, his voice ringing with a newfound vigor.
"This is the opportunity of a lifetime! Let's start now, you maggots!" he bellowed, the force of his command echoing off the walls. The abrupt transition from the admiral's laid-back demeanor to Smoker's authoritative roar jolted the assembled group into action.
"Uh ? Why should we listen to you ?"
And Zoro discovered that you could not cut Logia-users as he was punched into purée by an irate Marine Captain.