The Death of General Leimen!

  The Haiyuan calendar was created in 1497.

  When Shenzhao returned from Kong Island to his base in Blue Sea - Fortress Island, it was already late autumn.

  The cool autumn wind blows across the still youthful face, only on the fortress island of maple trees, frosty leaves are like fire, under the soft light of the sunset glow at the distant sea and sky edge, everywhere is filled with warm and comfortable feelings.

  "Autumn, it's the season of harvest!" Shen Bao sighed as he walked on the attic with Ryoma. He had been staying on the isolated island to keep watch personally for more than a year, until recently when he received a recruitment order from the Admiral of the Navy Department and set sail across the White Sea.

  On the empty island, with the establishment of the entire military and political framework, Shino has already established a huge reputation in the Kingdom of God. I believe that within 2 years, he will be able to firmly grasp two large empty islands in his hands.

  The dragon horse beside him had concerns and replied with profound meaning: "This autumn is also a brief calm before the storm!"

  "Oh, you're referring to Roger?" Although they were on the same wavelength, Jinbao still wanted to hear Longma's thoughts firsthand.

  "Yes. I've heard the news and I'm still in shock! The pirate Roger has conquered the Great Route, which was said to be 'impossible'! Now he's known as the 'Pirate King'. His power is like the sun at noon, his reputation unmatched! All he needs to do now is stand on high ground, raise his arm slightly, and followers will gather around him like a sea absorbing all rivers..."

  "Haha, that's enough, I know what you're worried about, Long Ma." Jinbao smiled lightly and interrupted Long Ma's analysis, praising: "Unexpectedly, after just one year, you've grown a lot too, no longer the man who only knew how to use his sword!"

  Long Ma bowed his head and replied, "To be honest, these days have been spent receiving orders to fight battles and dealing with various parties. I've just gained some insight. Don't worry, General Shangbao, I will always be the sword that brings you the most benefit, clearing thorns and brambles for you until it breaks and can no longer be used."

  "Haha, don't worry about it. It's good that you've made these changes! I heard that you mastered a new sword technique the other day, called the Dragon Sword, which is even better! Among my subordinates, those two giants are too straightforward, Kurokas, Tom, and Huang Yuan are all developing in their own fields. Fokusei is cunning but lacks real power. Varbo has grand ambitions but lacks great wisdom. Christina is lively and stubborn, although she's become more subdued over the years, but at the end of the day, she's still a bit young."

  "It's only you, Long Ma." Jin Bao patted the shoulder of the white-robed swordsman with genuine delight from the bottom of his heart. "You are resolute and determined, yet not lacking in prudence; you possess extraordinary abilities and your vision has been broadened through training. This is truly a great general under my command who can defend an entire region!"

  "What a ridiculous compliment!" Ryoma bowed with his fists, his expression unchanged, but his heart was slightly stirred.

  "Ah, calm and composed, very good indeed." Shino nodded, his gaze shifting to watch the sunset falling into the sea, until the sunlight disappeared completely and night began to spread. Only then did he suddenly say, "You don't have to worry, Roger. What's scary about a sun that's just setting over the ocean? Let me give you a hint, do you know why he insisted on getting the best doctor from me at the beginning of his journey?"

  "What did you say?" Long Ma was extremely intelligent and instantly grasped the meaning behind Shen Bao's words.

  "Not bad. No need to worry about Roger anymore, pay attention to his deputy captain and our doctor, it seems that he must know something, let him take out some time to see me! Also, prepare the ship, I will return to headquarters tomorrow."

  "Yes! Ryōma sees off the noble gentleman."

  ……

  Back again at the familiar yet strange Navy headquarters. Familiar are the buildings, the facilities, but strange are the many new faces.

  A new generation replaces an old one.

  For some reason, Shen Bao suddenly felt a bit annoyed and depressed.

  Arrived at the Marshal's office.

  "This time I've gathered you here is to tell you a sorrowful thing. I'm sorry, this was the former General Reimon's last will, something he entrusted me to pass on to you!"

  Shen Bao never thought that the reason he was summoned to the Navy Headquarters would be such an unexpected and terrible news!

  That cheap uncle, instructing the six forms with meticulous care, the kind-hearted Lei Men, patting his shoulder and smiling comfortingly, actually...

  "Dead?!" Shen Bao's voice suddenly became hoarse, with a strange and piercing tone.

  "Yes, he died in battle against the revolutionary army's leader, Ryū. Speaking of which, Raijin was a good person... I still remember how he looked when he came to the naval headquarters back then!" The current marshal reminisced, and let out a faint sigh.

  "Monchi D. Ryu!!!!" Shinbao engraved this name in his heart, the name of the murderer who killed his master.

  "Ah! Before he passed away, he insisted on bringing this thing to you, saying that his nephew would definitely like it!" The marshal handed over a blood-stained wooden box.

  Is that the fresh blood of Léi Mén on top?...

  "What is it?" Jinbao took over the box and suddenly found that the dry bloodstain on the wooden box was a bit like plum blossom petals, he almost cried out.

  Human beings are not like plants and trees, who can be without emotions. Tears don't fall easily, it's just that the heart hasn't reached the point of being wounded yet.

  "Alas, I don't know either, nor do I want to know." The marshal sighed.

  Shen Bao opened the box and saw a spiral-patterned strange fruit - Devil's Fruit.

  Shen Bao silently shed tears.

  This made the marshal somewhat surprised, was it still that notorious and arrogant fishman in front of him? According to speculation, at this time he should be loudly shouting for revenge.

  Even Shanks himself was puzzled as to why he felt an irrepressible sadness upon seeing that Devil Fruit.

  What kind of emotion is this, accumulated in my chest, hidden for so long?

  In a daze, he seemed to see Leimen again:

  Standing at the door of the office in the internal affairs department, helping himself tidy up his collar.

  Standing in the courtyard, teaching myself not to recklessly leak the 6-style Raijin.

  Rayman sitting on the judge's bench arguing for himself.

  And finally, that last meeting:

  "Today is the day of position handover, this may be our last meeting, take care, young master!"

  "What's the matter, Uncle? It seems like a farewell before parting forever. We'll meet again someday, won't we?"

  "Yes, I look forward to meeting again in a certain year and month!" Leimen raised his head, with frosty temples setting off the rugged face, mixed with silver-black hair swaying freely in the wind...

  Shen Bao suddenly thought: Did he really not discover that I was impersonating his nephew? Or did he find out, but couldn't bring himself to do anything about it due to their long-standing relationship? When did he get used to being with Léi Méng's uncle and aunt, without any guard, only with the intimacy of relatives?

  This question will never be answered, I suppose.

  Fierce and unmatched General Leimen, cold-faced gentle elder brother Leimen.

  Lightning Gate

  Lightning Gate!

  Lightning Gate...