coobybook Chapter 95 Aokiji
Chapter 95 Aokiji
Jean-Claude Saint was only willing to dismount from the slave's back when the red carpet in the aisle was replaced with high-quality velvet.
He was a male Celestial Dragon, wearing a white robe adorned with magnificent patterns. Under the glass dome, his golden hair was styled into a high-flying shape with fishtail curls at the ends.
Surrounded by four expressionless members of the CP in black suits, Riku looked at the bowing King with disdain.
"As a king, it's utterly incompetent that it took him so long to procure something barely livable for me!"
King Riku bowed deeply. As the king of a member state of the World Government, he was not required to kneel before the Celestial Dragons, but the difference in their status forced him to bow as a sign of respect.
Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead; he was somewhat nervous. "I'm sorry, Lord Jean-Baptiste, your arrival was so sudden that we were not prepared..."
"Um?!"
The voice, coming through the bubble hood, carried an innate arrogance: "Are you implying it's my fault?!"
"No... I wouldn't dare..."
Of course it's your fault...
Damn it, why would a Celestial Dragon come to Dressrosa?!
Unlike the nobles and princes of the Goa Kingdom who longed to establish ties with the Celestial Dragons, King Riku had no desire to see these celestial parasites.
The amount of celestial gold he paid each year was enormous. If it weren't for his proper management, Dressrosa would have been quite prosperous, and this sum would have forced countless people to seek their livelihood at sea.
There are indeed many villains among pirates, but a large portion of these villains are forced to go to sea by heavy taxes.
……
As Jean-Germain walked to the highest spectator stand, he swept his gaze across the crowd and the gladiators fighting in the center of the ring.
His gaze was as if he were looking at an ant, and a contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"This is a low-quality fighting game, it's really boring."
"Hey, King Riku, send your strongest fighters up there. When only one remains alive, grant him the honor of kneeling before me!"
King Riku's expression changed, and he quickly waved his hand, saying, "This is only the first day of the competition! Besides, the rules of the arena forbid intentionally taking lives!"
"oh--"
Jean-Germain drawled out, his voice cold: "If you can't even meet this small request, it seems we'll have to raise the amount of money you owe Dressrosa."
"What?! How...!"
Just as King Riku was in a great dilemma, a man in a black suit suddenly appeared, knelt down and said, "Saint Jean-Baptiste, the person has been found. He is in a side hall of the palace."
King Riku's expression grew increasingly grim. The only people residing in the side hall of the palace now were those two distinguished guests!
With a disdainful snort, Saint Jean-Pierre raised his head and said, "Do you think I have the time to watch such a boring match? What I want are legendary swords! Lots and lots of legendary swords!"
As he spoke, he made a loose clenching motion with his hands, revealing a shrill laugh: "Hehehehehehe... A craftsman capable of forging a famous sword, how did you manage to find someone like that!"
"I'm taking the person with me, so you can pay one percent less in your 'Heavenly Gold' next year! Hehehehehehe!!"
……
King Riku's expression was beyond just ugly.
"Lord Jean-Germain! That man is a distinguished guest from Wano Country. How can I explain to the shogun of Wano Country if you take him away? This concerns matters of great importance to both countries; you cannot..."
The news of Kaido's occupation of Wano Country is not known to the general public; it is usually only known to pirates and marines who operate in the New World.
In King Riku's mind, Wano Country is still ruled by the so-called Shogun.
……
"Shut up! There's nothing I can't do!!"
Jean-Claude, too lazy to say anything more, drew his golden pistol from his waist and pointed it at King Riku: "If you make another sound, I'll kill you!"
……
Behind King Riku, Cyrus knelt with his hands firmly on the hilt of his sword.
He had made up his mind that if that Celestial Dragon dared to shoot King Riku, he would smash the bullet to pieces.
He knew very well what it meant to attack a Celestial Dragon, but he could not bear to see his benefactor, who was also his wife's father, get hurt.
At that very moment—
A dark shadow grazed Jean-Baptiste and crashed into the wall.
Bang!
The loud noise startled Jean-Claude Saint so much that he almost dropped his pistol, staring blankly at his subordinate who was embedded in the wall.
……
"Celestial Dragons? Does that mean Daimyo (female lords)?"
A somewhat frivolous voice came from behind, and Kyoshiro emerged from the shadows, dragging a black suit jacket over his shoulder, the knife still dripping blood.
With a cruel, bloodthirsty smile, he coldly stared at Saint Jean-Baptiste: "You look very weak. How can someone so weak become a daimyo?"
Peng——
The unconscious CP member was thrown in front of Shojiro by Kyoshiro, who was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.
"Who...who are you?! How dare you not kneel down?!"
Kyoshiro tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips: "I'm His Highness the General's bodyguard; sometimes even the General doesn't have to kneel."
"I don't care who you are, protecting Mr. Kojiro is my mission. If you want to take him away, then try! Ah!!"
Jean-Germain had never seen such a hothead with a gangster vibe before. When he finally realized what was happening, his veins bulged with anger.
"You lowly mortals! How dare you be so disrespectful to the nobles of the world!!"
"Go to hell!!"
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three gunshots rang out in succession.
Kyoshiro simply raised his hand, his palm covered in black Armament Haki, and easily caught three bullets.
"Hey, hey... are you kidding me? You expect to hurt a samurai who has mastered Ryuo with these ordinary bullets?!"
Ding-dong—
The crushed bullet landed on the ground, and Kyoshiro brandished his sword, pointing it at Jean-Paul.
"You attacked first, so no matter how powerful you are, I have the right to retaliate!"
Kyoshiro gripped the hilt of his sword in reverse, preparing to strike.
……
During his days in Dressrosa, he frantically absorbed information from the outside world; how could he not know what the Celestial Dragons were?
If the Celestial Dragons are harmed, it will inevitably provoke the World Government to attack Wano Country!
When that happens, the world will know that Kaido has seized Wano Country, and then he won't be able to take care of himself!
He serves the Shogun of Wano Country under the alias Kyoshiro, but his true identity is Denjiro, the second-in-command of the Nine Red Scabbards who followed Kozuki Oden!
He firmly believed in Kozuki Toki's prophecy and that someone would liberate Wano Country twelve years later.
He didn't want to let such a good opportunity to weaken Kaido's forces slip by!
……
He underestimated Kaido and also underestimated the World Government.
When Kaido had just occupied Wano Country, he was still wary of others finding out and trying to take his territory.
but now……
Does the World Government not know that Kaido is in Wano Country?
Dozens of agents have been killed by the Beasts Pirates!
Simply put, Kaido has become so powerful that the World Government no longer wants to wage war against him!
……
After making the move, he immediately fled back to Wano Country. As for Kōjirō...
Hmph, it's no big deal for this traitor who betrayed the Kozuki family and forged weapons for Kaido to die here!
brush--
With a swift movement of his body and the blade, Kyoshiro had already rushed in front of Jean-Pierre before anyone could react.
Success!
The smile on his lips hadn't even fully formed yet.
s—
Kyoshiro sensed something, but his body was no longer able to react.
Lips, eyelashes, sideburns...
Silently, the fine ice patterns spread faster than breath.
-
click -
In an instant, Kyoshiro was completely encased in translucent ice crystals, his horrified expression frozen in time.
……
"I can't let you do whatever you want, you little brother from Wano Country."
Footsteps crunched on the ice.
Aokiji emerged from around the corner, with a slender figure silhouetted against the backlight behind him.