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Early morning.
The sky was clear and bright, and a sea breeze gently blew.
White clouds drifted across the azure sky.
Waking up early, Ichiji, feeling refreshed after a "morning exercise" with Isabel and the twin maid sisters, arrived in the main hall.
Vinsmoke Judge's "Four Nations Massacre" photo immediately caught his eye, a sight he had long grown accustomed to.
On the dining table in the hall, several visually appealing breakfast items were laid out, tempting one's appetite.
"Good morning!"
Reiju, wearing a white tight-fitting mini-skirt, sat quietly, engrossed in a thick book, exuding an air of elegance and grace.
She put down her book, stood up with a smile, her fair legs appearing long and slender.
Her beautiful eyes, twinkling with amusement, looked at Ichiji as he approached and playfully teased, "You're two or three hours later than usual today, are you still going to train?"
Her room was relatively close to Ichiji's, so when she passed by early in the morning, she naturally knew what her mischievous younger brother had been doing in his room.
"Of course!"
Ichiji sat down directly, ignoring his sister's teasing, and quickly finished his portion of breakfast.
"Such an unlovable brother!"
Reiju smiled helplessly, finding it a bit dull.
Cupping her cheeks, she watched Ichiji eating with a smile, observing her younger brother who, since childhood, hadn't been very fond of interacting with people, but had actually, intentionally or unintentionally, protected her more than once.
Though not wolfing down his food, he wasn't overly concerned with table manners either.
"What, do I have flowers on my face?" Ichiji asked with a smile, picking up a glass of milk.
Unlike his younger brothers Niji and Yonji, Reiju, who was three years older, had not been deprived of normal emotions, despite being unable to defy Judge's orders.
Although she was adept at protecting herself, she was generally a very gentle sister, and he didn't dislike her.
"Heh~~ heh~~ I just feel that the quiet, reserved younger brother who only knew how to train has grown up..." Reiju's beautiful eyes blinked lightly, a hint of reminiscence in her gaze, as she smiled, propping her chin on her hand.
"Grown up, have I?"
Ichiji couldn't help but chuckle, noncommittal, and continued to devour his food.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday..." Reiju remembered something and immediately said to Ichiji, who had finished breakfast in a few bites and was about to go train, "I have news about Trafalgar D. Water Law, whom you asked me to find last time."
Germa, as a "local overlord" entrenched in North Blue, naturally had its own intelligence network. However, having declined for three hundred years and only showing some resurgence in the last decade, it still had a considerable gap compared to "new" major powers like the Revolutionary Army and the Four Emperors.
Not to mention the ubiquitous Cipher Pol series of intelligence agencies directly under the World Government.
"Where is he?"
Ichiji raised an eyebrow and asked directly.
He had asked Reiju to search for Trafalgar D. Water Law a long time ago, but the Op-Op Fruit's ability was too sensitive. To avoid the World Government noticing the individual too early, he hadn't dared to ask Spandam for help.
But Trafalgar D. Water Law had been living incognito for years to avoid the Donquixote Family, his whereabouts elusive and constantly moving around the world. With Germa's current intelligence capabilities, finding someone who was deliberately hiding their tracks in the vast North Blue was not easy.
"He's in Blanca Town in the Bastille Sea. He should still be lingering in that area for the next few days."
Despite not being the first time she had asked, Reiju, who never received a specific answer, still asked with some confusion: "Speaking of which, is that kid really so important? That you value him so much..."
"Of course, he's important. If Germa wants to rise in the shortest possible time, his ability, if used well, can greatly shorten the process of 'accumulation'..."
Ichiji walked out directly, saying without looking back, "I have to go out personally. Tell the old man later!"
Having an understanding of Trafalgar D. Water Law, he was confident he could subdue him!
Or rather, even if he couldn't immediately gain his sincere allegiance, he could at least make him useful.
He had originally wanted to stay at headquarters these few days, waiting for the first Shape Memory Armor, an epoch-making black technology product, to be unveiled, but it seemed he would miss it.
"Not cute at all..."
Ichiji's whirlwind departure left Reiju somewhat helpless, but also deeply puzzled.
She truly didn't understand what kind of ability that kid, Trafalgar D. Water Law, possessed that made Ichiji value him so much.
In less than ten minutes.
Ichiji's exclusive War House had already sailed away from the "homeland."
This left many Germa personnel scratching their heads; no one knew what Lord Ichiji, who had just returned, was suddenly leaving headquarters for, as it didn't look like an expedition.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Ichiji continuously kicked out slashes, four or five meters wide, towards the turbulent sea.
"What's that guy up to?" Niji, panting slightly, frowned as he watched the War House gradually disappear into the distance.
"Phew... who knows! Shigan!!"
Yonji, drenched in sweat and constantly striking a wooden stake with Shigan, said with a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred: "From childhood, that guy always did whatever he wanted, and not even Father King could control him!"
The giant wooden stake was riddled with countless finger holes, a shocking sight.
Not being as good as Ichiji didn't mean they were completely useless.