Over the Ed War Sea, a cold drop of water landed on Kizaru's nose.

Immediately, fine rain threads drifted down from the sky, quickly forming a hazy curtain of rain.

"It's raining, huh~" Kizaru drew out his words, his sunglasses quickly covered in water marks.

He turned to look at Gern beside him, only to see the black-haired youth lying on his back with his eyes closed, letting the rain wash over his face, a smile on his lips.

"Hey, hey, causing such a huge tsunami, and now making that kind of expression..." Kizaru waved his hand in front of Gern's eyes, "You're not praying, are you?"

At the same time, on the sea, amidst the gradually thickening rain curtain, the Ed War Sea was a mess after the tsunami.

The Flying Sky Fleet, which had originally covered the sky, was now shattered, dozens of warships capsized and broken, their wreckage rising and falling with the waves.

Broken ship planks, scattered weapons, and pirates struggling in the water.

They desperately grabbed onto floating objects, looking around in terror, as if they still hadn't recovered from the sudden disaster.

But what was even more alarming was that Golden Lion was gone!

"Oh dear..." Kizaru narrowed his eyes, his tone subtle, "That guy Shiki wouldn't have..."

"Maybe he was swept into the sea?" Gern finally spoke, his voice low and calm, "Anyway, who knows."

Kizaru glanced sideways, was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Gern, you didn't know about this rain all along, did you?"

Gern didn't answer directly, just let out a soft breath: "A storm always comes, it's only a matter of time."

Kizaru stared at him for a few seconds, finally shrugged, no longer pressing the issue, and instead looked into the distance.

At this moment, Roger's Oro Jackson had successfully broken through the chaos of the tsunami and was now speeding towards the distant horizon.

"Roger escaped, huh..." Kizaru rubbed his chin, "Golden Lion's plan completely fell through."

"Yes." Gern responded faintly, his gaze still lingering on the debris-strewn sea, as if searching for something.

According to "history," this tsunami should have been a natural disaster, and Golden Lion would have been swept away by the giant waves, suffering severe head injuries.

But now, he had personally caused this tsunami, and Golden Lion's fate...would it still be as in "history"?

In the rain curtain, Kizaru's fingertips glowed golden, and several laser beams accurately shot towards the sea, smashing the floating wooden planks and forcing the struggling pirates to swim towards the reconnaissance ship.

Then he lazily squinted at Gern, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Gern~" He drew out his words, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, "That sudden action just now didn't comply with orders, you know."

Gern heard Kizaru's words, but he didn't even lift his head, just smiled softly: "Senior, fishing out those living pirates from the sea now is also a considerable merit."

Kizaru's sunglasses slid down slightly, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He stared at Gern for a few seconds, then let out a light hum: "So that's it, Fleet Admiral Kong's bonus to me is really going to double now, after all, there are quite a few famous cadres!"

He understood that Gern was trying to shut him up.

After all, if Kizaru really wanted to pursue Gern's unauthorized action of causing the tsunami, Gern could completely turn the tables and point out that Kizaru also "tacitly allowed" his actions.

This way, the two of them would become "accomplices" on the same ship.

After all, there were only the two of them on this mission, and Kizaru was the one with command authority, so if he really pressed the issue, he wouldn't be able to get away clean.

"You really are..." Kizaru shook his head, his tone subtle, "An incredible fellow, huh."

This sentence sounded like teasing, but Gern heard a deeper meaning in it.

The Salty Fish King was being sarcastic!

"Heh heh." Gern raised his head, rain dripping from his hair, his eyes calm and profound.

"You flatter me, Senior, I just felt... since I encountered it, I couldn't waste the opportunity."

"Alright then~" Kizaru stared at him, was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

"Then I'll waste a little time dealing with these pirates."

After speaking, he transformed into a golden light, instantly appearing at the top of the reconnaissance ship's mast, sitting down lazily, as if the previous conversation had never happened.

Gern's lips curled up slightly at this.

He knew that Kizaru had already tacitly approved his actions, and might even have guessed something.

But this senior, who was prone to slacking off, clearly didn't intend to delve deeper.

After all, for the two of them, the gains from this mission were:

First: Confirm that the Edwal Sea Battle resulted in a tragic victory and escape for the Roger Pirates, with heavy losses for the Flying Sky Pirates.

Second: Capture the remaining cadres of the Flying Sky Pirates.

These two points were already enough to satisfy headquarters.

As for what shouldn't be asked...

Kizaru was always too lazy to ask.

Moreover, the rain was gradually lessening.

.........

At the same time, on the other side, the sea after the rain shimmered with ripples, and the Oro Jackson slowly moved forward in the gentle breeze.

On the deck, Roger stood at the bow, his hands on the railing, his gaze deep as he looked at the gradually calming sea in the distance.

Rayleigh walked up beside him, his golden hair still dripping with water.

"What luck." He patted Roger's shoulder and laughed: "If it weren't for that sudden tsunami, we probably would have been done for by Golden Lion."

Roger didn't respond immediately.

Instead, he was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a deep sigh, and then grinned again.

"Rayleigh, this tsunami... I owe a considerable favor! Haha!"

Rayleigh frowned, keenly sensing the hidden meaning in Roger's words: "What do you mean?"

"Rayleigh." Roger turned around, leaning against the railing, his eyes glinting with complex light.

"Didn't you notice? A calm sea wouldn't suddenly churn up huge waves..."

Rayleigh's pupils constricted, and he instantly understood Roger's meaning.

"You mean..."

Rayleigh recalled the scene when he had fought Gern earlier.

That vibration ability, even stronger than Whitebeard's, was completely capable of causing a super-large-scale tsunami.

"Yes, that's right." Roger nodded, his tone unusually serious, "That wasn't a naturally occurring tsunami."

"Roger, are you talking about that Navy brat?" Rayleigh's expression gradually became solemn: "But why would he save us?"

Roger shook his head, his gaze directed towards the distant horizon: "Who knows? Maybe he has his own plans."

At this point, Roger paused, then suddenly laughed again, "However, debts always have to be repaid. Next time we meet, maybe I'll have to buy him a drink!"

Rayleigh sighed helplessly: "You're quite carefree."

Roger laughed heartily, patting Rayleigh's back: "Anyway, more debts don't weigh you down! Besides..."

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Maybe that guy really wants to capture me by himself?! Hahaha!"