Chapter 1, Rear Admiral

"I can't be bothered to hit you." Kuzan is an unprecedented slacker, too lazy even to calculate what one plus one equals.

On the beach of the small island, surrounded by lush green trees, there is a spacious clearing where a tall wooden platform stands. On this platform, a magnificent dark red armchair with golden patterns is placed conspicuously, appearing somewhat out of place against the slightly weathered wooden surface. In front of the platform, there is a group of individuals dressed in navy sailor uniforms, wearing matching hats, standing with their backs straight, hands firmly at their sides, and their faces displaying a serious demeanor.

The green eye mask was given to him when she officially became a rear admiral and left the headquarters three years ago

"Cut it out. Just tell me what’s going on. If you don’t give me some mental preparation, I can’t guarantee I won’t beat up Lord Warring States." Even while saying such violent words, her eyes remained indifferent, her expression flat, as if she were carelessly displaying a split personality, making it impossible for anyone to see through her.

A slender figure slowly ascended the high wooden platform, with dark, slightly curled long hair cascading over a white naval cloak. Her long legs were encased in white leggings with fine black stripes, and on her feet were a pair of black platform leather boots. Her exquisite and ethereal features, with dark eyes that appeared faint, seemed oblivious to the adoring and reverent gazes from below.

The bicycle smoothly rotates its tires on the surface of the sea, and with each advance, a patch of ice forms on the sea ahead, creating a path of ice for the two individuals.

Oh dear, Xiaomo is truly heartless, hiding for half a year. A lazy, mature voice emerged somewhat indistinctly, sounding as if it had not had enough sleep, languid and relaxed.

"Yala yala, I was still planning to sleep on your warship." Kuzan scratched his head in some distress, but after Mo Mo pinched his firm waist muscles hard, he quickly turned the bicycle around, wearing a face full of grievances and deep resentment, and rode towards the sea

It responded in a neat and orderly manner, and then began to run in a sequential line, one after another.

She curled a strand of her black hair, with one elbow resting on the armrest and the back of her hand against her temple, her expression faintly revealing a hint of indifference, making it difficult for others to discern her true thoughts

The azure sea, the cool sea breeze, the deep blue sky, a cloudless expanse, and the brilliant sunlight shimmering on the surface of the water, creating a beautiful glimmering effect.

If it were not the height of summer

The soldiers below seemed to have grown accustomed to her appearance, raising their hands in a neat manner to salute

"Who is hiding?" The man in front of her was very tall, and even while sitting on the bicycle, he was able to meet her gaze.

You have been here for six months. The assistant did not raise an eyebrow, clearly well aware of their superior's attitude. I heard that the three generals have also returned to Marinford

Kuzan, upon hearing this, wore a face filled with deep sorrow and resentment, "As the most legendary female rear admiral of the Navy Headquarters, you actually do not want to deal with pirates. Do you want to be beaten up?"

Mo Mo's expression flashed with a hint of awkwardness, and she lightly clicked her tongue, casting a faint glance at her snickering deputy. "Gather back at headquarters after running ten laps." With a reluctant and unwilling expression, she then stood up and walked down from the high platform towards the approaching person.

"Mo Mo, my ability is not meant to cool you down." Kuzan said with a helpless expression, yet he still bent down to scoop up a handful of seawater. The moment the water touched his hand, it instantly froze into ice. Mo Mo quickly took the ice in her hands, letting out a soft sigh of comfort. She thought to herself that the ability of the Ice-Ice Fruit is indeed impressive, far superior to her own, allowing one to be unbothered by the heat in summer and the cold in winter.

She cast a faint glance at the neatly lined-up soldiers, then gently spoke, her words drifting into everyone's ears with the wind, "Run ten laps around the island before taking a break"

Riding a bicycle on the sea is, in every way, incredibly romantic.

The man scratched his head somewhat helplessly and said, "Yes, there is no hiding, I am just training your soldiers over here"

Good morning, Major General

"Who dares to hit me? You?" Mo Mo said, her expression still indifferent as she reached out and pinched the flesh at his waist.

It felt as if a comfortable coolness enveloped me, and a small, tender yellow fluffball rolled out from Mo Mo's chest. With a soft "pop," its tiny limbs spread out, lying on the ice cube in Mo Mo's hand. The sudden chill from the fluffy fur made it shiver, emitting a long, tender "ying—" sound. After a moment, it comfortably rolled around in Mo Mo's hand, its black bean-like eyes squinting in sheer enjoyment. The sudden chill from the fluffy fur made it shiver, emitting a long, tender "ying—" sound. After a moment, it comfortably rolled around in Mo Mo's hand, its black bean-like eyes squinting in sheer enjoyment.

Her淡淡的眼珠 seemed to flash with a ripple in an instant, yet remained unyielding. In the end, the deputy let out a sigh, appearing helpless, "Alright, although I originally did not want to say this, but—"

She walked up to the dark red chair, turned her body with a graceful flair, and sat down. The white cloak elegantly billowed up, instantly resembling a blooming garden, filled with fragrance. Her long legs crossed, and the black leather boots cast a shadow in the air, as if carrying an overwhelming momentum. She subtly lifted her delicate chin; despite her expression being calm and her demeanor unassuming, it exuded an arrogance as if she were treading upon the very heavens and earth. Her long legs crossed, and the black leather boots cast a shadow in the air, as if carrying an overwhelming momentum. She subtly lifted her delicate chin; despite her expression being calm and her demeanor unassuming, it exuded an arrogance as if she were treading upon the very heavens and earth.

At this moment, her deputy approached, saluted her, and then adjusted the glasses on his nose, saying: "Major General, the Warlord requests your presence at headquarters."

"No." She replied indifferently, showing no regard for the military duty of obeying orders, her indifference revealing a streak of willfulness and a sense of doing as she pleased

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Mo's淡淡 eyes. She looked up and saw a tall man slowly approaching on a bicycle across the sea. His hair was tousled and slightly curly, and he wore a green eye mask on his forehead, as if he were ready to sleep at any moment. He was dressed in a deep blue shirt with a white suit vest over it. Upon seeing her, his drooping eyelids seemed to finally show some spirit, and a lazy smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Hmph. Mo Mo slightly raised her chin and let out a sound of disdain, expressionless as she stepped forward and sat down behind him. "Just ride your bicycle and take me back to the headquarters, Uncle Kuzan"

The sea surface is calm, and the sea breeze carries a salty scent

Step, step, step... The footsteps tread on the wooden planks, producing a crisp and hollow sound

"What does it matter? After all, everything should be put to its best use," Mo Mo replied lightly, gently stroking the little furball. She glanced at the azure sky and asked, "What difficult problem does Lord Warring States want to give me this time? I have already said that I do not wish to take the initiative in dealing with matters concerning pirates."

"It is very hot, uncle, give me a piece of ice." The sun gradually became more intense, and Mo Mo, who was always afraid of the heat, unceremoniously reached out her hand towards the front, where Kuzan was.