T/N: Please don't think too much when reading 😉☺️
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"Trafymore Yahn!"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku rested his elbows on the desk, gazing sternly at Yahn with a commanding presence as he spoke.
"Are you prepared to join the Navy and dedicate your life to justice?"
Facing Sengoku's gaze, Yahn calmly closed the office door, muffling the sound to prevent Sengoku from losing face in front of Captain Hope. Without hesitation, he replied:
"No."
Sengoku's expression instantly cracked. He slammed a palm down on the desk, sending documents, pens, and a teacup clattering, and roared in anger:
"You little brat! No matter what you say, you're joining the Navy today!"
Yahn immediately pulled a frightened face, visibly shrinking back as if intimidated.
"Come on, old man, you're sending me to my death here. You know my body—I'm not even half as strong as Corazon. I can't even master the basics of the Six Styles. Fighting and killing? That's just not my thing."
"The sea is cold, the wind is harsh, and pirates are terrifyingly brutal. I'm willing to sacrifice my short life for boundless justice, but what I fear most is making you, old man, watch a black-haired youngster die before your white-haired self!"
"Back then, you pulled me from the sea and raised me like your own. I've always planned to stay by your side, be a filial son, and care for you in your old age."
Sengoku looked at Yahn's tear-streaked face. Even knowing the tears might be fake, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. The stern look in his eyes softened into helplessness.
"I know your body was damaged from soaking in the sea as a child. Even after years of training, you're still frail. But a man only grows stronger through trials. Strength and endurance are forged through blood and fire."
Yahn pouted in protest, speaking in a wronged tone.
"But old man, that's not my dream. You were the one who taught me that a real man should pursue his dreams, weren't you?"
At those words, a vein popped on Sengoku's forehead. As if recalling something unbearable, he shifted from resignation to fury in an instant, yelling in frustration:
"Dream? That bullshit again? You call that a dream—saying you want to find a wife stronger than you? Who the hell put that idea in your head?! I swear, I'll blast them into the sea!"
Yahn let out a long sigh and replied:
"There's nothing I can do about it, old man. You know I've had stomach problems since I was little. I can barely eat anything each meal, which left me sickly and weak."
"In this dangerous world, all I can hope for is to one day find a powerful wife who'll protect me. I just want to survive, old man. Is that so wrong?"
For a moment, Sengoku, still caught in his fury, found himself speechless.
Unlike Corazon, Yahn had always had a poor appetite. One small bowl of rice or a tiny piece of meat would fill him up. Sengoku once worried Yahn might have an eating disorder and even took him to several doctors. In the end, they concluded Yahn's body was simply different from normal people.
But what they meant by "different" was: congenital physical weakness, low bone density, an underdeveloped digestive system, and more.
Yahn had always wanted to argue that he was the normal one—it was this world that was insane.
In this world, the strong could eat dozens of kilos of food per meal, digest anything with ease, and train by punching mountains. They were practically monsters.
Even though Yahn had pushed his body beyond the limits of a normal human, far past what was possible on his original world of Earth, compared to the monsters of this world, he was still considered frail.
So, despite the terrifying destructive power he could unleash thanks to his golden finger (his cheat-like advantage), Yahn was always cautious because of his weak body.
Right now, his only hope was to find a wife strong enough to guard him day and night.
Emphasis on day and night.
After all, as a man, Yahn didn't want to die mysteriously in bed one day…
Uh…
What he meant was a spy-like assassin from an organization like CP, not what you're thinking.
And yet, while Yahn's dream sounded noble and sincere in his own eyes, Sengoku was utterly enraged. He looked like he was about to smack Yahn across the face, but he didn't dare—he might actually kill the fragile boy by accident.
"Damn it… So you're dead set on finding a strong wife, huh?"
"That's just how it is, old man," Yahn shrugged, fully embodying a man shamelessly seeking a soft life.
"Fine! If that's what you want, then I'll grant your wish!"
To Yahn's surprise, Sengoku's tone shifted, and he actually agreed.
Instantly suspicious, Yahn eyed him warily. Sengoku wasn't the kind of man to give in so easily.
Before he could say anything more, Sengoku stepped out from behind his desk, grabbed Yahn by the shoulder, and dragged him out of the office.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Yahn asked.
"As your father figure, it's my duty to help fulfill your wish."
Sengoku gave him a side glance and didn't explain further, dragging him all the way to an open training ground.
A woman was already waiting there, accompanied by another person. One was Vice Admiral Tsuru—whom Yahn had seen countless times in Sengoku's treasured photo stash. The other was a beautiful young woman, around Yahn's age.
"Tsuru, sorry to keep you waiting," Sengoku greeted.
Vice Admiral Tsuru nodded, then turned her wise and gentle gaze toward Yahn.
"So this is the boy you're always talking about? Not bad—handsome and scholarly."
Yahn's lips twitched at her words. Before Sengoku could speak, he turned to him and asked bluntly:
"Old man, is she the woman from that huge pile of photos you hide at home—Vice Admiral Tsuru?"
…?!
Sengoku.
"You brat! What nonsense are you spouting?!" Sengoku snapped, clearly flustered.
"Hehe~" Tsuru chuckled kindly.
"Sengoku, you better invite me over for tea later. I'd love to see just what kind of photos you've been holding onto."
Sengoku gave an awkward laugh, hastily waving his hands.
"Ahaha, Tsuru, you misunderstand. Just a few old photos from when we were young, that's all. Nothing weird."
"…It better be," Tsuru said, narrowing her eyes. Then she changed the subject.
"But let's settle Yahn's matter first. I still have official duties to attend to."
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