The two newcomers stepped through the doorway, each nearly three meters tall—
so tall they had to stoop just to enter.
The one in front wore a yellow suit, his rugged face half-hidden behind dark sunglasses.
Laziness clung to him like a second skin.
The man behind him wore a green sleep mask pushed slightly up, a justice coat draped over a dark blue shirt.
His expression was one word—tired.
These two were none other than two of the Navy's current Admirals:
Borsalino — Admiral Kizaru.
Kuzan — Admiral Aokiji.
Their gazes swept casually across the bar, pausing only briefly on Ron and the others…
Until they lowered their eyes—
and froze.
Standing before them was a blonde maid.
The moment they sensed her aura, both Admirals' pupils shrank.
Kaido?
No—
this aura wasn't just similar to Kaido's Azure Dragon form.
It was stronger.
Kizaru cleared his throat, forcing Calm yourself:
"Hello~ We're just here for a drink, ya know."
He tried very hard not to blurt out so scary!
How embarrassing would that be?
Aokiji merely nodded, keeping silent.
"Please, come in."
Tohru smiled sweetly and stepped aside to let them pass.
The Admirals sat at the bar.
Ron leaned forward, smiling:
"So—mild drinks, or something stronger?"
After all, customers like Admirals were walking treasure chests.
Sakazuki alone had been "voluntarily persuaded" to pay fifty million last time.
"Strong," Kizaru and Aokiji said in unison.
Ron's smile deepened.
Both men looked relaxed on the surface, but he could feel the faint tension in their posture.
Tohru soon returned, placing two bottles before them.
The green bottles gleamed faintly under the lights.
Three large characters were printed on the label:
"KNOCKOUT DONKEY."
Kizaru & Aokiji:
…what kind of insane name is this?
"Go on, try it," Ron said, pushing two glasses over.
"Guaranteed stronger than anything you've had before."
(And Tohru clearly needed more training—she forgot the cups!)
Aokiji exhaled coldly:
"Careful with big words, boss… easy to pull a tongue muscle."
Before he could finish, Kizaru had already popped the cork.
A thick, full-bodied aroma surged out instantly.
The Admiral's nostrils twitched.
Both men quickly poured a glass and downed it in one go.
For a moment—
their eyes lit up.
It was smooth, mellow, fragrant with grains—
not the abrasive burn most strong drinks had.
But then…
"!!!"
A fiery wave shot from throat to stomach.
Their faces flushed dark purple.
"Kh—cough—cough—!"
Kizaru hacked. Aokiji trembled.
Aokiji instinctively wanted to use his Devil Fruit to numb the sensation…
but remembered his earlier trash talk.
For the sake of face, he endured.
And after the burn faded—
A warm, sweet aftertaste rose, spreading across the tongue like a pleasant tide.
They were instantly hooked.
"Not bad," Kizaru clicked his tongue, taking another cautious sip.
This time, he didn't dare chug.
"Good stuff," Aokiji admitted with a sigh—his own way of apologizing.
Ron nodded.
"Glad it suits your taste."
Just then—
A small black cat strutted past the Admirals, tail high, giving them exactly zero attention.
It leapt onto the windowsill and curled up, closing its eyes.
Kizaru and Aokiji exchanged a glance.
This little thing… is the one that shredded Rear Admiral Black Horse?
It didn't look that tough…
Aokiji gave Kizaru a subtle signal.
Kizaru understood instantly.
"Boss, mind if I touch the cat?"
He had to save face for the Navy somehow.
A Rear Admiral being mauled by a cat was humiliating enough.
"Well, if you get scratched, the bar takes no responsibility."
Ron shrugged.
Kizaru didn't mind.
He was a Logia-user—
what could a cat possibly do to his body of light?
Still, he reached out cautiously.
Just when his fingers were about to brush the soft fur—
The cat's golden pupils snapped open.
Pure killing intent burst out.
"—MIYAAOO!!!"
Kizaru's heart dropped.
He instantly turned into light—
but in the same instant—
A black blur filled his entire vision.
BAM!
The golden glow shattered violently.
Kizaru's full-height body spun in midair before he staggered back, a thin bloody line across his face.
Aokiji's eyes widened sharply.
So it wasn't that Black Horse was weak—
It was that this cat was absurdly strong.
"Miyaaah!"
Yoruichi arched her back, fur bristling.
What do you think I am, some random street cat anyone can pet??
I was already sleep-deprived from Ron tossing me around all night—
and YOU try touching me?
"Th-this is… terrifying…" Kizaru muttered, patting his spinning head.
That hit didn't just hurt physically—
his soul felt rattled.
Yoruichi suddenly crouched—
and leaped.
Her paw swung straight at Kizaru's head.
"NOT AGAIN—!!"
This time, he didn't even think about turning into light.
He just RAN.
Then—
History repeated itself.
Exactly like Rear Admiral Black Horse,
Kizaru spent the next five minutes screaming while being chased around the bar,
leaving behind shattered chairs, broken jars, and deep claw marks everywhere.
Ron watched lazily, lighting a cigarette.
Tohru blinked.
"You're… not going to stop them?"
Ron exhaled a smoke ring, smiling calmly:
"No.
This is all money in the making."
"How much dinner we have tonight depends entirely on how much property Kizaru destroys."
Aokiji:
"...…"
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