One Piece: Lazy Admiral with a Multiverse System

"Weevil?"

Sengoku's expression subtly changed.

He pulled out a worn booklet of bounty posters from his desk drawer, flipping through it quickly until he finally stopped at one particular page.

The face on the poster left a deep impression. After all, this was the man who left his old friend Zephyr permanently crippled, forcing him to become an instructor. His lost arm had long since been replaced by a mechanical one.

"Tell me everything. Now."

Sengoku's voice turned sharp with interest. He wanted details—especially whether Kizaru had fought, or if Noah had really handled it alone.

He still remembered what Zephyr had said back then: that Weevil fought like a young Whitebeard in his prime.

Could Noah really defeat such a monster?

It just didn't feel real. If Noah had even suffered minor injuries, it would've been a heavy loss for the Marines. In Sengoku's mind, the best outcome was for Noah to avoid direct conflict altogether.

After all, even Zephyr had lost to this guy.

Kizaru paused for a moment, then gave a simplified version of how the battle went down.

Sengoku's mouth stayed open the entire time.

He couldn't even find the words to describe Noah anymore.

Was this guy even human?

"I understand. I'll arrange a prison ship to retrieve Weevil," Sengoku said, trying to calm himself.

Clearly, they'd all underestimated Noah.

This man's strength could rival the three Admirals—maybe even surpass them.

"Alright then, we'll keep moving," Kizaru nodded and cut the [Den Den Mushi] transmission.

He suddenly felt like he'd forgotten something.

Right, Noah's training method for Hina.

If they could spread that through the Navy, it might produce a whole new generation of elites.

But the topic had wandered too far off course. Kizaru had completely forgotten to bring it up.

"Forget it. I'll bring it up when we get back."

He casually set the [Den Den Mushi] aside. No way he was calling Sengoku again.

"Let's keep going. The prison ship should catch up to us soon."

Kizaru turned to Noah, who was sitting off to the side sipping a cold cola.

Seeing Noah drinking such a youthful beverage, Kizaru got curious and took a sip too.

Immediately, he frowned.

Not for his age. Not at all.

Tea. Yeah—tea suited him much better.

"That so? Let's keep sailing then," Noah said lazily, nodding.

As long as Weevil stayed aboard this ship, he wouldn't be causing any more trouble.

At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku stood frozen in place.

He stared at the bounty poster on his desk.

The Navy had always wanted to capture Weevil, but never truly expected it to happen.

And yet, Noah had done it.

"No, I need to inform Zephyr."

After some thought, Sengoku knew who needed to hear this first: the one who'd suffered the most.

Zephyr.

The man who still carried the scars from that day.

The man who'd lost all his students, only two survived.

He dialed the [Den Den Mushi].

Within moments, Zephyr was called into Sengoku's office.

He'd been training new recruits on the drill field and had no idea what Sengoku wanted with him.

And Sengoku wasn't exactly the type to summon someone just for tea.

So Zephyr came in with a bad feeling.

"Sengoku, if you don't have a damn good reason..."

Zephyr shoved open the office door, already wearing a scowl—ready to lecture the old Fleet Admiral.

But the moment he caught sight of the bounty poster on the desk, his tone stopped short.

That face.

The one that haunted his nightmares.

Weevil.

The bastard who had ruined everything.

Not just his arm, but the dozens of promising recruits aboard that ship.

Only two had lived.

"Why are you showing me that bastard's face?"

Zephyr fell silent, pulled out a cigar, and lit it with a trembling hand.

His pupils were sharp, and unmistakable killing intent swirled in his eyes.

The muscles under his coat twitched restlessly.

He could hardly keep his rage in check.

"So you've calmed down," Sengoku said with a faint smile.

That was all he needed for Zephyr to keep his cool.

"Where is he?" Zephyr asked, voice low and dangerous.

He already suspected the answer.

Weevil must have reappeared in the New World. Otherwise, Sengoku wouldn't have summoned him here.

If so, Zephyr was absolutely going. No question about it.

He didn't just want revenge. He needed it—for himself, and for the fallen.

"In the New World."

Sengoku met his eyes.

"He's already been captured by Noah."

Zephyr froze.

Did he hear that right?

Captured?

This was the same Weevil who once rivaled Whitebeard in his youth!

Even if Noah was strong... Weevil had always had the speed to escape.

How the hell did they manage to catch him?

"Zephyr, I know you want revenge," Sengoku said gravely.

"But we should lock him away in Impel Down."

"The Navy needs a new generation to carry the torch."

"Garp's era is ending. The future belongs to the young."

"So no, we can't let you kill him."

Sengoku looked at Zephyr's rigid figure.

He had no idea what Zephyr was thinking, but his face didn't look good.

"He's really captured?" Zephyr asked.

Screw the talk of revenge. What he wanted now was confirmation.

Was it true? Did Noah really catch him?

If so, then Zephyr could finally breathe a little easier.

"Yes. Noah encountered him in the New World, heavily wounded him, and now he's locked up on a warship awaiting pickup," Sengoku confirmed.

"I'll go."

Zephyr rose to his feet without hesitation.

He had the time, the strength, and most importantly, the need.

He had to see it for himself.

"Weevil must not die," Sengoku warned.

He could see it in Zephyr's eyes, he was going for blood.

But Sengoku had plans. Big ones.

If Zephyr killed Weevil now, all of that momentum would go to waste.

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