One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 245: Oh dear, Kuzan!

And below the cliff!

At the fingertip of Kizaru Borsalino lies a ball of light imbued with destructive power.

"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel".

Countless dazzling light bullets poured out from his fingertips.

There is only one goal.

Zephyr!

He didn't hide.

His physical strength had long been completely exhausted.

Is this the end?

He died at the hands of his most prized student.

"Not bad either."

Zefa gave a relieved smile.

The scent of death instantly drew near to him.

Just then.

"Click."

A chilling aura, even more intense and domineering than before, suddenly exploded out of thin air.

The air freezes.

The whistling light bullet crashed into an ice wall in mid-air.

A gigantic ice bird.

It crashed into the battlefield from the side.

"Ice Cube - Fierce Pheasant Beak!"

Rumble!

Ice and light.

Cold and heat.

The two forces collided violently three meters in front of Zefa.

The sound of the explosion tore through my eardrums.

White steam rose and enveloped the entire battlefield.

Countless ice shards flew around like shrapnel.

The deadly light bullets all hit the ice bird.

It blocked all the attacks.

Zefa was stunned.

He raised his hand to shield himself from the storm.

The expected pain did not come.

There was only biting cold.

Steam filled the air.

Vision is blurred.

The entire navy instantly went on high alert.

Kizaru lowered his hand.

His face showed no surprise, but rather a hint of amusement.

"Oh dear."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed sunglasses, his tone still as lazy as ever.

"This is really..."

The steam dissipated.

Instead, a tall figure appeared.

He stood right in front of Zefa.

That lazy yet terrifying stance.

Everyone present was extremely familiar with them.

The man exhaled a puff of white breath.

The chill spread beneath his feet, refreezing the melting ice.

"Ara la la".

The man scratched his fluffy curly hair, his voice deep and magnetic.

"That was a close call."

Zefa watched the figure from behind.

The pupils contracted violently.

His lips trembled.

"Ku...Zan..."

That student who always looked sleepy, yet possessed extraordinary talent.

The man who once fought alongside me, but left the navy due to ideological differences.

Former Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

Aokiji, Kuzan.

"That's... Admiral Aokiji?!"

From the distant naval camp, someone finally shouted out.

A chorus of exclamations erupted.

"It really is Mr. Kuzan!"

"What is he doing here?"

"Is he here to help us?"

"No! He blocked Admiral Kizaru's attack!"

The discussions spread like a plague.

The lieutenant generals' expressions changed.

Onigumo gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his face grim.

Doberman narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura emanating from him.

The flying squirrel frowned, its expression complex.

They looked at their former colleagues, their former top combat force.

Mixed feelings.

Kuzan ignored the commotion behind him.

He didn't even look back at Zefa.

He simply stared at Kizaru across from him.

His gaze was calm.

"Oh dear, Kuzan."

Kizaru stood with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he looked at his former colleague.

"It's been a long time."

"Did you suddenly rush out to save Professor Zephyr?"

Kizaru's voice was drawn out.

You can't tell if he's happy or angry.

Kuzan was silent for two seconds.

Borsalino.

Kuzan spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire venue.

Let's stop here.

Kizaru raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Kuzan's chest heaved as the cold air filled his lungs, making him even more alert.

"His teacher."

"We've already paid the price."

"He was already seriously injured."

"His plan also failed."

"That's enough for a soldier."

"There's no need to go to such extremes."

Kizaru wasn't angry after hearing this.

Instead, he laughed.

She was smiling brightly.

"You've changed too, Kuzan."

Kizaru spread his hands, looking helpless.

"You used to hate these kinds of troublesome things the most."

"and."

Kizaru's tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp.

"You should know that, right?"

"Professor Zephyr is a criminal now."

"Criminals who attempt to destroy the world."

"Besides, this is Akainu's order."

Kuzan's eyes flickered slightly when the words "Akainu" were mentioned.

"Is this Akainu's order?"

Kuzan murmured softly.

"That's really annoying."

"but."

Kuzan raised his head, his eyes regaining their resolve.

A chill swirled around him, forming rings of white mist.

"Now that I'm here..."

"I'm not going to move aside."

This sentence.

Like a bombshell.

Prior to this, Kuzan had left the Navy, but had not explicitly sided with it.

He was a wanderer.

But now.

To save Zephyr.

He chose to confront his colleagues head-on.

Zephyr stared at Kuzan's retreating figure, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Fool."

Zefa cursed hoarsely.

"You idiot."

"This has nothing to do with you, why did you get involved?"

"Get out!"

"I don't need your help!"

Zefa didn't want to drag Kuzan down with him.

He was a dying man.

He didn't want his most outstanding student to be branded a "traitor" because of him.

Kuzan heard the insults.

But he still didn't turn back.

She only managed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Teacher Zephyr."

"You're still so long-winded."

"You taught us to respect our teachers and value their teachings."

"This is the last lesson you'll teach me, how can I miss it?"

Kizaru watched this scene unfold.

He shook his head.

It looks so boring.

"That's really touching."

"But, Kuzan."

Kizaru raised his finger and pointed behind Kuzan.

"Aren't you mistaken about something?"

"This place is surrounded by the navy."

"and."

A cold glint flashed in Kizaru's sunglasses.

"You probably can't manage on your own."

As Kizaru finished speaking.

A somber atmosphere enveloped the entire room.

Those naval officers who were originally hesitant and struggling.

now.

Their eyes changed.

My previous hesitation was because of my mentor, Zefa.

They couldn't bring themselves to do it.

But now.

Blocking their way was Kuzan.

Former Admiral.

A man who betrayed justice.

An "enemy" that is hindering them from carrying out their mission.

Koro-sensei is a heinous criminal.

Killing traitors is like cleaning house.

This psychological shift was completed in an instant.

"Kuzan".

Vice Admiral Onigumo was the first to draw his sword.

Eight knives unfolded behind him, like spider claws.

His eyes were no longer confused, only filled with cold killing intent.

"Now that you have left the Navy, you should no longer interfere in its affairs."

"That's right."

Lieutenant General Doberman stepped forward, his scars twitching.

"Those who obstruct the execution of justice are the enemy."

"Even you, Mr. Kuzan."

Lieutenant General Squirrel sighed and gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Get out of the way, Kuzan."

"This is where Professor Zephyr will end up."

"What you're doing will only bring shame to the teacher."

One by one.

Stolberg, the Burning Mountain.

Dozens of vice admirals and rear admirals from the Navy Headquarters.

They all drew their weapons.

The gun barrel was raised.

The blade is drawn.

A domineering aura.

The killing intent that was originally directed at Zephyr was now entirely transferred to Kuzan.

They found an outlet.

He wanted to vent all his guilt towards the teacher and his helplessness in the face of the situation on this "outsider".

Kuzan looked at the crowd that had gathered around him.

Familiar faces.

just now.

They are all enemies.

"Ah la la la la la".

Kuzan scratched his head and exhaled a breath of cold air.

"This is troublesome."

Ahead is Admiral Kizaru, traveling at the speed of light.

He was surrounded by elite lieutenant generals who had been tasked with killing demons.

Behind him was Zephyr, who was critically injured and on the verge of death.

Kizaru's smile widened as he looked at Kuzan, who was surrounded.

"See that, Kuzan?"

"This is reality."

"You can't save Professor Zephyr."

"You can't even save yourself."

Photons condensed on Kizaru's body.

He was about to make his move.

This time.

He will no longer hold back.

Along with Kuzan, wipe them out.

Kuzan's eyes turned completely cold.

Since it doesn't make sense.

Let's fight then.

The cold air gathered wildly in his hands.

Two crystal-clear ice blades took shape in his hands.

"The Ice Age".

Kuzan murmured.

He was prepared to use all his strength.

Because he was facing the entire elite of the navy.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The first lieutenant general's blade moved.

The light from Kizaru's fingertips is about to shoot out.