Eu, Kizaru, só entrei no grupo de bate-papo depois de me tornar invencível

Page (1/3)

The solemn and majestic Navy Headquarters, Marineford—this is the ultimate bastion of justice, a naval fortress that strikes fear into countless pirates! Yet, at this very moment, atop the highest point of Marineford, a young man dressed in beach shorts and a floral shirt reclines on a lounge chair, basking in the sunlight with sunglasses shielding his eyes.

The youth has tousled black hair, thin bangs lightly framing a face that looks far too youthful for his surroundings. Compared to the imposing Navy Headquarters, he seems somewhat out of place.

Gazing up at the sky so clear and blue it seemed washed clean, he slowly drifted into memories.

It had been decades since he had crossed into this world and become the younger version of Admiral Kizaru. Though lacking any special perks, decades of training and combat had honed him into a true admiral-level force. In every aspect—fruit ability mastery, physical strength, and haki—he was undoubtedly stronger than the original Kizaru.

Moreover, after years of diligently practicing the technique of Life Return, he barely managed to freeze his appearance at the youthful stage shortly after his arrival. Going out and pretending to be the grandson of Garp wasn’t too far-fetched.

Thanks to Life Return fixing his visage, he casually earned the nickname “The Ageless Admiral,” successfully avoiding the stereotype of a middle-aged, seedy man.

Back when he was truly a boy, Borsalino had once harbored lofty ambitions, but reality had shown he was simply not cut out for greatness.

In