Shaarib couldn't hide his relief when his connection with John Giant got severed. No more dead weight, no more gigantic jutte would fell in his direction with him being immobile. He was free and now it was time to fight back. Now, all he had to do was to create a distraction. He was going to run away at the earliest. Going towards that explosion might be a good choice. Maybe the dying soldier at his side or the two scared sheep could be of help.
The Vice-Admiral, while catching his breath, looked to Larsi. He wanted to know what the pirate was thinking. Kidd was surprised, but that wasn't anything new. That impassible man smiled nad SHaarib had to see what he was looking at
For a bit, our hero did not believe it. Lady luck was back on his side. The scales shifted in his direction. Now, he had another plan. No more running, they were going to fight and win. How could he lose with the Fleet Admiral Sengoku at his sides ? His presence had put a balm on all the soldiers present. He began by sermoning the soldiers, talking about rules. A bunch of crap if you asked the Skypiean. Hewas partaking in a war already, risking his life for a feeble woman that could die tomorrow. The mission was always important. Shaarib made the perfect calculation. Now they had much more odds of winning the war with him being alive than with John Giant and the hero dead.
Despite the confusion, Shaarib was a bit worried about the Fleet Admiral's presence.
- " The King shouldn't be participating right off the bat, old man." answered Shaarib not even trying to debate on his actions " Gambit is far from appearing and there you are, without any reinforcement..." finished the Vice-Admiral with a childish voice
Shaarib's face turned pale and slowly drained from all emotions. Sengoku, the man he admired, wanted him out ? That was something else. Being a marine was all his life; nothing would stop him from being one, not even Sengoku. Shaarib could argue and try to justify his actions, tried to justify how every soldier following Absolute Justice would, but time was of the essence. They had a war to win. If they wanted to destitute him, they needed to wait.
- "We have better things to do, Sengoku. It's time to squabble, not to spout nonsense." continued Shaarib; he would have felt shame if he hadn't contained most of his emotions into a box.
The Vice-Admiral, while catching his breath, looked to Larsi. He wanted to know what the pirate was thinking. Kidd was surprised, but that wasn't anything new. That impassible man smiled nad SHaarib had to see what he was looking at
With a voice that carries across the battlefield, Sengoku begins to recite a code of conduct, each word ringing out with authority and conviction. "Article Number 3!" he bellows, his fists clenching with intensity. "Selfless Sacrifice: The safety of our comrades takes precedence over all else."
His words echo through the ranks of the combatants, a reminder of the unwavering commitment to protecting one another, even at the cost of personal sacrifice. Sengoku's presence serves as a rallying cry, a call to arms for all who wear the Navy's uniform.
Approaching the bloodied Vice-Admirals who lie scattered amidst the chaos, Sengoku's gaze softens, but his resolve remains unyielding. "Have we already forgotten the virtues?" he demands, his voice a mixture of disappointment and determination. It's a question that hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the importance of upholding the principles that bind them together as comrades in arms.
Standing tall and resolute, his stern expression softened only by the wisdom etched into the lines of his weathered face, Sengoku exudes an aura of authority and strength. Each step he takes resonates with the weight of responsibility, the clack of his polished boots echoing against the wooden planks beneath him. With his long, braided goatee swaying rhythmically and his piercing gaze fixed ahead, Sengoku approaches Vice Admiral Shaarib with a determined stride, his intent clear and unwavering. As he draws nearer, the air seems to hum with anticipation, signaling the gravity of their impending encounter.
For a bit, our hero did not believe it. Lady luck was back on his side. The scales shifted in his direction. Now, he had another plan. No more running, they were going to fight and win. How could he lose with the Fleet Admiral Sengoku at his sides ? His presence had put a balm on all the soldiers present. He began by sermoning the soldiers, talking about rules. A bunch of crap if you asked the Skypiean. Hewas partaking in a war already, risking his life for a feeble woman that could die tomorrow. The mission was always important. Shaarib made the perfect calculation. Now they had much more odds of winning the war with him being alive than with John Giant and the hero dead.
Despite the confusion, Shaarib was a bit worried about the Fleet Admiral's presence.
- " The King shouldn't be participating right off the bat, old man." answered Shaarib not even trying to debate on his actions " Gambit is far from appearing and there you are, without any reinforcement..." finished the Vice-Admiral with a childish voice
"Silver Hair. Captain Kidd. What a nice sighting seeing you both here.", he greeted the two.
"Vice-Admiral Shaarib. Your crime in using your comrade as a meat shield is beyond retribution. You are hereby declared expelled from the ranks of the Marines. Your act is considered a severe breach of ethics and trust. Such actions go against the fundamental principles of camaraderie, selflessness, and the duty to protect one another."
Shaarib's face turned pale and slowly drained from all emotions. Sengoku, the man he admired, wanted him out ? That was something else. Being a marine was all his life; nothing would stop him from being one, not even Sengoku. Shaarib could argue and try to justify his actions, tried to justify how every soldier following Absolute Justice would, but time was of the essence. They had a war to win. If they wanted to destitute him, they needed to wait.
- "We have better things to do, Sengoku. It's time to squabble, not to spout nonsense." continued Shaarib; he would have felt shame if he hadn't contained most of his emotions into a box.