Mizubora Isnd ARC

  Bounties

  Azuma 6 Million .G

  Kenzu 2 Million .G

  Rosera 800K .G

  Seraph 500K .G

  Roxie 600K .G

  Unaffiliated Bounties

  Saber 8 Million .G

  Gravity Gin 300K .G

  Back on Emerald Isnd...

  Vice Admiral Ryota strolled through the wreckage that had once been the proud Sea Corp Headquarters. Cracked stone walls, shattered pilrs, and scorched earth stretched around him like the aftermath of a warzone. Rubble crumbled beneath his boots with every step. The salty breeze carrying the scent of smoke and broken pride.

  Casually biting into a crimson apple, the seasoned vice admiral let the juice run down the side of his cheek without care. He chewed slowly, surveying the devastation with a mix of irritation and grim amusement.

  With a heavy sigh, Ryota muttered in a tone that carried the roughness of age and authority, but tinged with the frustration only a father could hold.

  “Tch... damn brat...” He took another bite, crunching loudly. “How much hell’s he gonna stir up before he’s finally satisfied, huh?” The man gnced at the shattered remains of a Sea Corp insignia, half-buried under debris. “Doesn’t even clean up after himself...”

  His grip tightened slightly on the apple, silver seinshin faintly manifesting around his fingers. His gaze hardened. “This is gettin’ outta hand...I can’t keep lettin’ ‘em run wild”

  With that, Ryota marched deeper into the ruins, his coat fluttering behind him like a banner of unfinished business.

  That's when one of the soldiers trailing behind Ryota stumbled over a piece of debris, his eyes suddenly locking onto a motionless figure slumped beside a broken pilr.

  His voice cracked, echoing with panic and rough urgency, "V-VICE ADMIRAL RYOTA, SIR!! I-I FOUND HIM!!"

  He scrambled over the debris, pointing frantically.

  "IT’S SIR KAMIMORA—RYUJIN KAMIMORA!! HE’S HERE!"

  The soldier dropped to one knee, checking for a pulse... eyes wide. "He’s still breathing…but just barely, sir!"

  Ryujin id motionless, his once pristine robes torn and soaked in blood, along with a deep gash across his cheek. His normally proud expression sck and pale. The w’s bck hair now matted with dirt, and the once commanding presence of a Law of the Sea now looked more like a fallen relic.

  Ryota took another slow, crunchy bite of his apple, his eyes locked on the bloodied form of Ryujin sprawled out in the dirt. The vice admiral’s brow twitched in faint irritation while he chewed. With a subtle surge of silver seinshin, the half-eaten apple crumbled into dust within his palm.

  He stepped forward, standing over the fallen Law of the Sea, his tone gruff with a mix of sarcasm and grizzled authority. "Tch...Look at you, Kamimora. Sleepin’ on the job while a piece of the corporation falls apart around us"

  He let out a scoff, nudging Ryujin’s arm with his boot.

  "You were supposed to be one of the Sea Corp's finest, and now you're out cold like some rookie after his first real fight" With a sharp inhale and a crack of his knuckles, Ryota added with a grin:

  "C’mon, get your ass up. We’ve got a mess to clean, pirates to hunt, and a reputation to fix. You gonna let a couple of brats show us up?!"

  He turned away with a short grunt, cloak whipping behind him. "I’ll give you ten seconds to get on your feet before I start draggin’ you by the hair"