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Rojen's face had turned pale after spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in quick succession. Though it felt like a long battle, only half an hour had passed since he entered Dragon.
"My chakra reserves are down to about 20%, and the strain on my Sharingan is immense, causing severe damage to both my mind and body."
"I must use chakra to heal my physical injuries within this half hour. Otherwise, it will signifitly impact my as."
His eyes flickered as he entered a state of deep focus, carefully pnning his move. The destination of 'the Logan' no longer mattered to him at this moment.
Closing his eyes, Rojen sank into a deep meditation, ting his breaths. He was uain how much time remained before the possession ended, so he o recover quickly.
…
Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, the crisp ringing of a Den Den Mushi startled the on-duty Marine.
"Buru Buru Buru."
"Hello, Marine Headquarters," The Marine answered calmly.
"This is Dragon," A weak voice rasped from the Den Den Mushi.
The Marine perked up immediately upon hearing the caller's identity. "Hello, Rear Admiral Dragon."
"Send reinforts from Headquarters."
"What?" The Marine was momentarily stunned.
"Send reinforts from Marine Headquarters. I'm severely injured." Dragon suppressed his anger as he spoke in a low voice. Gng at the numerous injured Marines behind him, he added coldly, "A rge number of Headquarters Marines have also been severely injured!"
"Hurry up!!"
With those words, Dragon abruptly ehe call. He hadn't wao burden the Marine Headquarters, but looking at his injured subordinates and the strange bck fmes still ging to his body, he felt utterly helpless.
These terrifying fmes, seemingly capable of burning even intangible elemental abilities, tio scorch his skin.
Dragon had been using his Devil Fruit ability to tain the burning areas, preventing the fmes from pletely engulfing him. However, several areas were already heating up, causing his skin to blister. This realizatio a chill down his spine.
He had no choice but to rely on the Marine Headquarters. He had no idea how long he could ehese injuries.
Meanwhile, the Marine Headquarters was in a state of uproar. Dragon, one of their most aplished Rear Admirals and a formidable warrior, had been severely injured during his mission in the East Blue, to the point of requiring reinforts. This was almost inceivable!
It was crucial to uand that when Marine Headquarters dispatched Rear Admirals on missions, it artly to provide them with opportuo achieve greater feats and advaheir careers.
In any region, these elite Marines should be capable of handling the situation. Requesting reinforts would tarnish their reputation and signifitly impact their future promotions.
But this was Dragon! A top-tier Rear Admiral with immense bat power, and even he had requested reinforts!
In the Fleet Admiral's office at Headquarters, the burly and tough Fleet Admiral, Steel Bone Kong, spoke indifferently, "Dragon has requested reinforts." His eyes then gowards a middle-aged Vice Admiral in the room.
The Vice Admiral, sensing the gaze, nontly looked up at Kong and then resumed eating the donuts on his desk.
Admiral Sengoku, sitting nearby, sighed and he Vice Admiral, then offered an apologetice at Kong.
The room was filled with the most powerful figures in Marine Headquarters at that moment: three Admirals and over a dozen Vice Admirals.
"With his strength, he might enter formidable enemies in the East Blue, but it shouldn't have escated to the point of needing reinforts," Sengoku remarked gravely. "This suggests that someone in the East Blue has bee a formidable oppo, even fon."
Kong's eyes flickered as he pulled out a dot from the pile in front of him and tossed it forward. Everyone looked and saw that it was a Wanted Poster.
The most strikiure of the Wanted Poster was the bounty: 110 Million, and the face beloo a 16- or 17-year-old boy.
"This is the boy who fought Dragon. He's sixteen years old," Kong stated.
"What?" The room erupted in disbelief.
Upon hearing this, all the Admirals and Vice Admirals scrutihe Wanted Pain. Age was undoubtedly the most crete indicator of a person's potential. At just sixteen years old, with a bounty of 110 Million, and more terrifyingly, capable of fighting Dragon.
"This 110 Million bounty doesn't reflect his current bat power. It wasn't updated after his fight with Dragon," Kong expined. "This bounty was set before we were aware of his true strength."
Kong narrowed his eyes and spoke gravely, "This boy's bounty is partly due to his identity."
"Identity?!" All the Vice Admirals and Admirals focused their attention on the fa the table.
The boy had bck hair, a slender build, delicate features, and a gentle smile in his eyes. His friendly, elder-brother-like appearance made it difficult to imagine him as a threat. However, after staring at the boy's face for a long time, none of the Rear, Vice, or Admirals could reize him.
"Fleet Admiral, who is he?" One Vice Admiral inquired.
Sengoku looked at the Wanted Poster oable, his mouth moving slightly, but he remained silent, visibly shocked. Garp, also the bounty poster, had a plex expression in his eyes.
"Why bother him? He's already dead," He muttered softly, as if privy to some unspoken knowledge.
"Shut up, Garp," Sengoku growled in a low voice.
Garp shook his head and remained silent.
"Hehe, it seems you all pay little attention to these insignifit criminals," Kong chuckled lightly, his tone mog, causing the Rear, Vice, and Admirals in the room to blush slightly.
"His name is Gol D. Rojen!"
If this name didn't elicit any reition, then the statement would certainly make them realize.
"His elder brother is Gol D. Roger!"
The entire meeting room fell silent.
Kong's face showed a traockery and sarcasm as he surveyed the Marines in the room. "That's right, the Pirate King who was executed by us not long ager!"
The entire Marine Headquarters meeting room erupted in chaos.
(End of Chapter)
