Chapter 70: Marine Supernova
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### **Chapter 70: Marine Supernova!**
Garp approached Zephyr, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder.
"Zephyr, you made the right choice becoming an instructor. These students are truly exceptional!"
Zephyr nodded, his gaze sweeping across Carl and the other six students.
"They are the future of the Marines… and the end of piracy."
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When the warship returned to **Marineford**, Zephyr wasted no time and went straight to **Fleet Admiral Kong's** office. As Kong gave him a puzzled look, Zephyr launched into a detailed report of their mission, highlighting the students' contributions—especially Carl's.
While he praised all the students, Carl's performance was simply too overwhelming to ignore. Even after Zephyr finished, Kong sat in silence, trying to process what he had just heard.
"You mean… Carl **disabled Kozuki Oden** and then **chased him aboard the Moby Dick**?"
"That's right," Zephyr confirmed.
"And then he **destroyed Whitebeard's fleet** with a single attack?"
"Not entirely… The **Moby Dick** is still intact."
"..."
Kong took a deep breath, absorbing the sheer magnitude of what had transpired. Finally, he spoke.
"Understood. This mission was handled exceptionally well. As for the students, especially Carl, they will be rewarded accordingly. I'll also report this to the **World Government**—they'll definitely want to publicize it. This kind of victory will greatly enhance the Marines' reputation!"
A spark of excitement flickered in Kong's eyes.
For years, pirate activity had grown increasingly rampant, fueled by the rise of figures like **Roger** and **Whitebeard**. But this battle had struck a severe blow to Whitebeard's forces. If properly publicized, it would serve as a powerful deterrent.
More than that, Carl and his peers were **Marine students**—proof that the training academy was producing future champions of justice. If the news spread, countless young people would be inspired to **join the Marines**, potentially bringing in even more prodigies.
Kong's excitement grew. The moment Zephyr left, he immediately began making arrangements.
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The news of the **Marine vs. Whitebeard Pirates battle** spread across the world like wildfire.
The headlines in the newspapers declared a **"Complete Marine Victory!"**
But what stood out most was how the **newspaper deliberately highlighted Carl and the other students**.
The bold headline read:
**"MARINE SUPERNOVA!"**
The front page **featured a massive photo of Carl**, displayed prominently in the most eye-catching spot. His personal information and achievements in battle were detailed below.
This was **true "star-making" propaganda**, and its impact was exactly what Kong had envisioned.
The **entire world** erupted in discussion.
The seven students became **celebrities**, each gaining their own fan base. But Carl, unsurprisingly, stood at the very top.
It wasn't just because he was the most **handsome** among the male students—it was because his **record was too overwhelming**.
With a single battle, **Carl had become the undisputed leader of the "Marine Supernova" generation**.
The **star effect** took full hold. Across the seas, **countless young men and women rushed to enlist in the Marines**. Recruitment offices were overwhelmed with applicants.
Kong, thrilled by this development, personally issued orders:
Each Marine branch was to **screen the new recruits**, selecting those with the most potential to be sent directly to **Marine Headquarters**—where they would become **Zephyr's second class of elite students**.
It was a **golden age** for Marine recruitment.
But amid this excitement, Kong remained unaware that his report to the **World Government** had stirred up **an entirely different reaction at Mary Geoise**...
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### **Mary Geoise – The Celestial Dragon Assembly Hall**
In a grand chamber, the **Five Elders** sat in a circle, reviewing the reports.
Saint **Topman Warcury**, the elder with a **red birthmark** on his forehead, scowled as he flipped through the documents.
"Hmph. This **Paw-Paw Fruit user**—wasn't he a remnant of the **Buccaneers Clan**? And he joined the **Marines**?"
The **blond** Five Elder, Saint **Peter**, responded in a deep voice.
"The **Buccaneers** are a **cursed race**. We should send someone to **retrieve him immediately**. He was once a **slave**—he should be **returned** to Mary Geoise."
The **bald**, sword-wielding Five Elder, Saint **Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro**, tapped his fingers against the table.
"You're all missing the **real issue**. What about **Carl**?"
Saint **Marcus Mars**, the long-bearded elder, stroked his chin.
"It's… complicated. After all, **he is a member of the Figarland family**. If we're going to publicize him in the newspapers, we'll need **Saint Garling's** approval."
Saint **Topman Warcury** scoffed.
"Of course, we can't allow him to be in the spotlight! A **Celestial Dragon** choosing to become a **Marine**? And worse, associating with a **Buccaneer**? If this gets out, it will be a **disgrace** to the nobility!"
The room fell silent.
Only **Saint Saturn**, sitting calmly, lifted his gaze, preparing to speak—
**Creak.**
The heavy doors of the hall **swung open**.
A figure in a **black robe** slowly stepped inside.
**Saint Garling.**
His footsteps echoed through the chamber as he made his way to the end of the table, taking a seat and **casually crossing his legs**.
Saint **Topman Warcury** narrowed his eyes.
"Saint Garling? What are you doing here?"
Garling ignored him. He merely **leaned back**, studying the Five Elders with an unreadable expression.
Topman Warcury's irritation grew. His voice turned sharp.
"Saint Garling, shouldn't you **discipline your nephew**? Has he **forgotten his place**?"
Garling **finally** looked up. His voice was **calm**, but his words carried **weight**.
"And what, exactly, did Carl do wrong?"
Warcury's expression darkened.
"You dare ask? He's **lowered himself** to the level of commoners. Worse, he's associating with a **Buccaneer**!"
Garling crossed his arms.
"Associating?" He chuckled coldly. "That's an interesting accusation. Let me be clear—**Kuma is Carl's slave**. As a member of the **Figarland family**, I see no issue with a Celestial Dragon having a **slave** by his side."
"...What?"
Warcury's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You mean to tell me… you've known all along?!"
**Buzz!**
A sudden, **overwhelming pressure** filled the room.
Garling's **Haki** exploded outward. His piercing gaze locked onto Warcury.
"Let me remind you…" he said, his voice laced with an undeniable authority.
**"Since when does the Figarland family need your permission to do as we please?"**
Under the weight of Garling's aura, Warcury **froze**.
His instincts screamed at him—**if he said one more word, Garling would draw his sword.**
For years, Warcury had **resented** Garling for his unique **law enforcement powers**. But now, faced with **that power directly**, he found himself **hesitating**.
Saint **Saturn**, watching quietly, finally spoke.
"Enough. Saint Garling has made himself clear. If **Kuma** is indeed Carl's slave, then we will… simply let things **take their natural course**."
The tense silence lingered for a few moments longer.
Then, one by one, the Five Elders dropped the subject.
For now.
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