"Not bad, this round of fishing was quite fruitful."
After a month of fishing, Lin Yan stretched lazily in his chair. Although he didn't get any rare items, he still made significant progress in his strength. The sound of thirty exquisite blind boxes closing echoed in the room.
"Ding, 30 exquisite blind boxes have been opened, compiling the rewards for the host..."
"Compilation complete."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 months of cultivation experience."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 months of Devil Fruit cultivation experience."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 months of Observation Haki cultivation experience."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 months of Armament Haki cultivation experience."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a hamster plush toy."
"...."
This darn system really has everything. Lin Yan rolled his eyes helplessly, holding the cute hamster plush toy and not knowing how to react.
"Maybe I should give this to Ain?"
Such a cute item should be quite popular with girls. Despite not getting any exceptional items, the fishing yielded over a year's worth of cultivation experience, which was enough to improve his strength a bit further. Although his luck didn't explode, Lin Yan wasn't dissatisfied. After all, he still had over three hundred baits left. He could continue when he had time. Considering the current state of the Whitebeard Pirates, a month seemed about right.
Yawning, Lin Yan stood up from his chair and casually pushed open the door. The first thing he saw was Marco and Jozu lying sprawled out in front of his door.
"..."
What on earth are you doing?
Seeing this strange sight, even Lin Yan couldn't help but pause.
"You two... did someone beat you up?"
Lin Yan's expression was indescribably odd. Given their current state, it was quite comical. Anyone would think they got beaten up.
"Uh, Lin? We were just... you're out?!"
Marco, lying flat on the ground, instinctively waved his hand to respond, then suddenly realized and sprang up like a fish.
"Yes, I just came out and saw you two lying here."
Lin Yan looked speechlessly at Marco, who had just made a full recovery. You're making it hard for me to make fun of you... In the end, Lin Yan decided not to mock them any further and composed himself before speaking.
"Anything happen while I was away this past month?"
"What major events could happen? Without you, we're almost driven crazy by the workload. Everything's fine, but there is one major thing..."
Marco looked at Lin Yan with some resentment. Why could this guy stay in his room comfortably for a month while they faced maddening work every day? How was that fair? It was completely unfair! And the key point was, even the affairs of the seventeenth division were all handled by Zephyr. Such an easygoing attitude. I'd give you a big slap if I could. Do you know how much we envy you?
But after the resentment, Marco didn't forget the important matter. His expression turned serious as he slowly revealed something that made Lin Yan pause.
"The Navy, Sengoku has stepped down."
"..."
Sengoku stepped down? Even Lin Yan was stunned upon hearing this. That was Sengoku! The current Fleet Admiral of the Navy, who, though subordinate to the World Government, had the nominal power to command the entire world's navy. A person of extraordinary strength. And he stepped down just like that? If Lin Yan remembered correctly, Sengoku wasn't even at retirement age. And he recalled the storyline from the original work. Indeed. After the Summit War, Sengoku did plan to step down!
A look of daze crossed his face, but Lin Yan quickly regained his composure, squinting his eyes in thought.
"Because of the Summit War?"
"Most likely, yes."
Marco nodded. "According to our information, the World Government was dissatisfied with the Navy's failure and blamed Sengoku. A few days ago, Sengoku officially announced his resignation. As for his successor, there's no news yet."
Hearing this, Lin Yan showed a trace of helplessness. Sengoku got blamed? Honestly, Lin Yan didn't harbor any ill feelings towards Sengoku. They were enemies purely because of different stances. Just enemies because of different positions. Was the Summit War's failure Sengoku's fault? That was quite a scapegoat. And very much in line with certain people in the World Government. Thinking of this, Lin Yan couldn't help but snort coldly, then seriously looked at Marco.
"Tell me in detail what happened."
Meanwhile, at the Navy Headquarters, Marineford.
"Old friend, have you really decided?"
Garp sat across from Sengoku, his face filled with sadness. Even the senbei in his hand didn't interest him anymore. The saying "a cunning hare dies, the hound is cooked" seemed very fitting here. Because of the previous failure in the Summit War, the Navy had been under immense pressure lately. They were being heavily criticized. This was probably the biggest failure in Navy history. And the blame fell on Sengoku. No other reason. Because he was the Fleet Admiral!
Sitting in that position meant taking responsibility, and the World Government's Five Elders... Thinking of this, Garp clenched his fists. If he could, he would really like to wring their necks! But as a Navy officer, he couldn't. Seeing Sengoku's somewhat lonely expression, Garp felt a myriad of emotions. As old comrades for many years, Garp had witnessed Sengoku's dedication to the Navy. Calling it "toiling tirelessly" was no exaggeration. And now, because of one failure, he was being forced into this situation.
"Nothing bad about it, old friend."
Seeing Garp's angry expression, Sengoku smiled calmly.
"We're not young anymore, why get so worked up? Are you trying to shorten your lifespan? As for this matter..."
Sengoku's tone paused slightly.
"After all, I am the Fleet Admiral. Although it's not quite fair, I do bear some responsibility for this failure. Don't worry, even in retirement, I can live well, maybe even better than you, old man."
Sengoku forced a hearty laugh. But despite that, the loneliness in his eyes was undeniable. Of course, he was unwilling. He had dedicated himself to the Navy's development for years, only to end up as a scapegoat. How could Sengoku be calm? But being in his position, he had to bear the responsibility. Especially with the Five Elders' attitude, they were clearly impatient with him.
Sengoku gazed at the starry sky, his eyes filled with longing. He was unwilling. He was helpless. Amidst these complex emotions, he only said, "Garp, after I retire, I'll leave the Navy in your care."