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Dillon walked out of the office area after officially completing his rank conferral.
"Aralala, what an amazing newcomer."
A lazy voice rang out from the side.
This tone... Aokiji?
"Vice Admiral Kuzan." Dillon saluted slightly.
"Came to HQ for the ceremony?" Kuzan pushed up the eye mask on his forehead, looking at Dillon with interest.
"Yes."
Kuzan suddenly looked around, then said to Dillon, "Want to have a drink?"
"..."
Does this guy drink?
Hmm... it seems like he did drink when Zephyr died later.
But is it okay to drink at HQ?
Following Aokiji into his office, Dillon scanned the room.
Simple furnishings, even bordering on rudimentary.
Only two things were conspicuous: a recliner that looked comfortable at a glance, and then his exclusive plaque.
"Lazy Justice"
"Aralala, speaking of which, you and I actually have different personalities." Aokiji picked up two bottles of sake and tossed one to Dillon.
"I believe in lazy justice, but you're very diligent."
Huh?
Dillon caught the sake, popped the cork, and took a swig: "You know me?"
Aokiji also took a big swig of sake, then said "Tch" "What kind of man's sake is this? It's terrible."
After muttering for a while, Aokiji officially sized up Dillon: "Ah, I've been nominating you for a summons these past few years, but it seems you've refused? Why did you agree this time?"
Aokiji had been nominating him all along?
Dillon frowned. Was it Marine internal intelligence?
Or... Garp?
Seeing Dillon's puzzled expression, Aokiji took the initiative to say: "It was Garp, he said that every time he went back these past few years, he felt that the East Blue was very peaceful, and he didn't even need to do much sweeping. We spent a lot of effort investigating and finally found you."
"You've done well in the East Blue. How about it, want to come to my side? I'll give you considerable autonomy."
Aokiji—Vice Admiral of the Marine HQ, Admiral candidate.
Disciple of "Black Arm" Zephyr, little fanboy of Garp.
The future Marine Three Admirals: Aokiji, Kizaru, Akainu.
Akainu's attitude towards pirates was too rigid. Although similar to his own style, they had fundamental differences.
That old monkey Kizaru, his words and actions were very suspicious. He was hesitant when dealing with Straw Hat, but went all-out against Zephyr. He might be a double agent for the Revolutionary Army.
Although being under him had the convenience of being close to Vegapunk, he might be sold out by him someday.
As for Aokiji, this guy was lazy, but he still had a sense of loyalty. Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved the sucker Smoker from Doflamingo back then.
"I'll do the killing, you take the blame?"
"Arara, that's what it sounds like, but you could put it more euphemistically. It's troubling. The higher-ups often assign some tasks, and me..."
Aokiji raised his head and took another big swig of sake: "So you agree?"
Dillon spread his hands: "Why wouldn't I agree? If I followed Sakazuki, I might have to go kill people every day. I still have a lot of things to do."
"I see..."
Aokiji didn't ask Dillon why he hadn't mentioned Borsalino.
"But before that, I still have something to take care of. I'll be back in half a year if I'm quick, and a year or two if I'm slow."
"What a busy person. Do you need my help?"
Dillon shook his head: "No need. If I'm unlucky, it's possible I won't be back. You're a Devil Fruit User, it's best not to get involved."
"Devil Fruit User? Won't be back?"
Aokiji rarely showed a troubled expression: "Are you going to some dangerous area related to the sea? Forget it, since you don't need my help, I won't ask. Be careful. Contact me with a Den Den Mushi if you need help."
...
Two years later.
Skypiea.
A violent thunderstorm filled the sky. It twisted and churned in the air for nearly an hour before slowly dissipating.
Gan Fall looked at the figure slowly walking out of the shrine and lowered his head slightly with the others.
"Lord God of Thunder."
"Gan Fall..." Compared to his appearance two years ago, Dillon's appearance didn't seem to have changed at all. Instead, he looked more refined and profound.
Below the shrine, the residents of Skypiea looked up at the tall and upright man who was as deep as an abyss, and a sense of awe rose in their hearts.
No one knew when he had come to Skypiea. When he appeared, he defeated the original God, Gan Fall, with absolute power, but he didn't kill Gan Fall or the other priests.
After he found the Golden Bell hidden in the clouds and rang it, the Skypieans and Shandians, who had been opposed to each other for hundreds of years, stopped fighting and together worshiped him as "God."
This "God of Thunder" wasn't harsh, and could even be considered a "merciful God." The affairs of Skypiea were handled by Gan Fall.
Gan Fall was originally the "God" here.
He was also deeply trusted and loved by everyone.
"I'm going to leave for a while. Skypiea... will be managed by you temporarily. Before I return, cut off the route coming up from the Blue Sea. If you encounter intruders, contact me with a Tone Dial or a Den Den Mushi."
"Yes... Lord God of Thunder."
When the people raised their heads, the figure above the shrine had disappeared. Gan Fall took a breath and turned around and said, "Close the shrine, cut off the route coming up from the Blue Sea!"
...
Below Skypiea.
Jaya, Mock Town.
Just as Dillon walked into a tavern, he saw a pink figure drinking at the bar.
Next to him stood a tall man with a large sword hanging from his waist.
On the other side, a strangely-faced old man was questioning a group of small-time thugs.
"That kind of place is boring. The Donquixote Pirates are the pride of the North Blue. We want to become pirates like you..."
"Have you killed anyone?"
Dillon went to the pink-haired man and sat down, picking up a glass of sake and taking a swig: "You little punks, want to get a meal ticket from this flamingo?"
The word "flamingo" made the tall man standing next to him change color, and the strange man with snot running down his face also turned around.
The "Flamingo" sitting next to him grinned: "Fufufufu, who are you?"
"Marine."
"Marine? Tha—" Diamante's hand had just reached for the hilt of his sword when Donquixote Doflamingo stopped him: "Stop, Diamante."
"Tsk... Shichibukai are really troublesome." Looking at Diamante being stopped by Doflamingo, Dillon looked disappointed.
If this guy had attacked, he could have legitimately killed him, even the entire Donquixote Pirates.
Glaring at Diamante, who was stunned on the side, he turned his head slightly and looked at the yellow-haired thug, who was excited and a little surprised.
"Asking you a question? Have you killed anyone? Or are you just here with wooden sticks playing house?"
Bellamy raised his hands and laughed wildly: "Killed people!? Of course we've killed people. We've sailed all the way from the North Blue, and the thing we've done the most is kill people. We're going to join the Donquixote Pirates. Hahahaha!"
"Very good!"
As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze.
Donquixote Doflamingo's body stiffened next to Dillon, and then he mechanically turned his head: "Hey, no way..."
Before the words could fall, a series of dazzling lightning bolts appeared from the thugs' bodies. Trebol, standing next to Bellamy, was startled.
Accompanied by the thugs' screams, Dillon slowly stood up.
"Dof... Doffy!!"
Dillon leisurely stood up and walked to Bellamy, as if he were strolling in a garden.
From beginning to end, Doflamingo didn't say a word, let alone stop him.
Letting Bellamy and his group wail and twitch in the lightning.
"Now... you see, in the face of absolute strength, even your idol doesn't dare to move."
Bellamy struggled, shouted, and hammered the floor with both hands: "Da... Damn it!"
"I'll give you one more chance. Have you killed anyone? If you're bluffing, I'll treat you as ordinary thugs and let you go. If your hands are really stained with blood..." Dillon's expression sank, and the surrounding air vibrated:
"Execute them on the spot!"
Bellamy struggled to raise his head and look at his idol—"Heavenly Yaksha" Donquixote Doflamingo.
What he got in return was suffocating silence.
Bellamy looked at the man standing in front of him, and used the last of his strength to grit his teeth and say: "N... No."
Clap clap.
Dillon clapped his hands: "That's more like it. Go back where you came from... Oh, right!"
Dillon turned his head at the door and glanced at the dispirited yellow-hair on the ground: "You said... you don't like pirates who daydream? Tsk... too bad, your idol has the biggest and most arrogant dream of all the pirates in the world. You really aren't worthy of being on his ship." After Dillon finished speaking, he pushed the door open and left.
Creak~
Creak~
The wooden door of the tavern swayed in the wind, as if mocking Bellamy's arrogant declaration, and despising his idol.
Doflamingo stood up with a gloomy face and walked towards the door, with Trebol and Diamante closely following behind.
Doflamingo paused when he reached Bellamy: "He's right, you..."
"Are indeed not worthy of being on my ship."