Chapter 105: Suppressed Fury (4)

“Bang... bang...” The urgent knocking at the door shattered the silence that had settled over the small courtyard.

“Who is it?” A weak voice, drained of energy, sounded from within as a small head timidly peeked out from behind the door.

“Brother Monkey, Brother Pakas, you... you...” The childish face instantly turned pale, and those dim, sorrowful eyes welled up with tears.

“Little Star, is it you? Has Brother Monkey come back?” A weary voice emerged from behind the door, accompanied by slow footsteps.

The young woman’s face drained of color. Startled, she looked anxiously at Monkey and Pakas, both stained with blood. Panic overtook her expression, and like a headless fly, she rushed forward, tears streaming down her face.

“Little Monkey, Xuanye has already left. I can't afford to lose you all now.” Her nerves frayed, the young woman wept as she hurriedly helped Monkey and Pakas into the main hall.

Half an hour later, in the navy medical ward—a spacious room—over a hundred wounded soldiers wrapped in white bandages lay asleep.

Despite the medics’ best efforts, more than a dozen sailors had lost their lives. Another dozen or so were so grievously injured that they would never be able to fight again. In other words, these dozen sailors had been crippled; even if they could still fight, they would never be able to perform at full strength.

A dead end lay ahead for these disabled sailors. Their future would be even harder. Though the navy might provide subsidies, one could only imagine the hardship their lives would face.

At the forefront, several shadowed figures sat solemnly.

Leading them was Zephyr, calm and composed, quietly staring at Monkey on the sickbed. It was impossible to discern his feelings.

Beside him, the young woman, eyes brimming with tears, watched Monkey with deep worry.

“Teacher...” Qingzhen muttered behind Zephyr.

“It’s alright. You did well this time. Xuanye did not make a mistake trusting you as a friend.” Zephyr’s restrained voice made Qingzhen’s eyes flicker.

“Do Sengoku, Garp, and Tsuru know about this?” Zephyr finally asked, his tone cold.

“They should be aware.” Qingzhen thought for a moment before replying.

Just then, four figures burst through the door. Leading them was Sengoku, his face blazing with fury, followed by Garp, Tsuru, and Kizaru.

“Are they all right?” Sengoku’s eyes swept over the injured, his forehead veins bulging with anger.

“Marshal Sengoku, aside from those twenty or so wounded, there are no other immediate issues,” a doctor in a white coat saluted.

“Hmm, understood.” Sengoku suppressed his rage, then looked at Zephyr with concern. “Zephyr, I will make sure Akainu is properly punished when I return. This matter…”

“Sengoku, you’re busy with official duties. It’s better you focus on your work,” Zephyr said calmly, without turning around.

Sengoku trembled slightly, his right eye twitching. He turned to Tsuru, signaling her to take note.

However, Tsuru was helpless in this matter because Akainu had gone too far.

“These patients need rest. If there’s nothing else, please leave. I want some time to recover.” Zephyr’s words were a clear dismissal, leaving Garp and the others exchanging glances before reluctantly stepping out.

“Something’s wrong with Zephyr... something’s not right,” Sengoku said to Garp and Tsuru as soon as they left the room.

Tsuru sighed heavily, worry etched on her face. “He’s angry.”

“From what I know of Zephyr, Akainu is in danger. He might even die,” Garp said, his face grave.

“That bastard Akainu, always stirring up trouble. He doesn’t even consider that Xuanye just died not long ago, yet he dares to attack those people. What a fool. Now Zephyr must be itching to kill him. If I were the admiral, it seems trouble would always follow,” Sengoku cursed, clutching his head. He was beginning to question whether he was fit for his position. Damn it...

“Since this has happened, we must be careful moving forward. Garp, keep a close eye on Zephyr these next few days. If he acts rashly, you need to stop him,” Sengoku finally entrusted Garp with the task. Only he and Garp could rein in Zephyr, while Sengoku was overwhelmed with administrative duties, exhausted to the bone. So this matter fell to Garp.

“Hmph, I don’t have time. I’m going home to spend time with my grandson in a few days. Who cares about this nonsense?” Garp said with a scowl, clearly unwilling to take on the responsibility.

“If not you, then who can stop Zephyr? If he wants to kill Akainu, Akainu won’t survive. Only you can stop him.” Sengoku glared at Garp as if about to devour him.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Isn’t there you?” Garp picked his nose, reluctantly.

“Then you handle the official business. I’ll keep an eye on Zephyr,” Sengoku said sternly, displeased with Garp’s lackadaisical attitude.

“No way. I’m not going to sit there,” Garp jumped, outright refusing. The thought of being stuck in an office day and night, drowning in endless reports, made him nauseous.

“Then what do you want?” Sengoku sighed heavily, speaking earnestly. “Only you and I can stop Zephyr. You know his temper. This time, Akainu really provoked him. If Xuanye were still alive, it would be different. But he died just a few days ago.”

“That’s not my problem. I didn’t cause this. If anyone needs to be punished, it’s that despicable Akainu. Sometimes, even I want to beat him up,” Garp said, puffing out his chest in displeasure.

“Sengoku, I’m the navy admiral. I have to think about the navy. Now that Xuanye is dead, the navy cannot afford to lose another vice admiral. Do you understand?” Sengoku’s voice grew frustrated; he was truly worn out.

“This time, I’ll demote Akainu to major and put him on probation for a month…”

“You’re protecting him, aren’t you?” Garp eyed Sengoku suspiciously, causing the latter to flush slightly.

“I have no choice… Sitting in this position, I’ve realized it’s not easy,” Sengoku sighed. Who else could understand the bitterness in his heart?

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