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On the massive port outside the capital of Ferland, a large contingent of the royal army had gathered. Soldiers stood guard, sternly keeping back curious onlookers and noble offspring who had come to witness the arrival of Germa 66—the so-called "Army of Evil." These troops were feared for their ruthlessness, cruelty, and invincibility in battle.
The last thing anyone wanted was an accidental offense against this terrifying force, lest it bring ruin upon the entire Kingdom of Ferland. After all, as the capital city, it represented the face of the nation.
The citizens here lived lives of relative luxury compared to the impoverished masses in other regions of the kingdom. They often looked down on those from poorer areas with a sense of superiority bred by privilege.
"Germa! Germa!..."
These pampered nobles and well-off commoners, fearing rebellion and chaos, eagerly welcomed Germa 66's intervention. With excitement, they shouted toward the fleet of colossal "warships" approaching the harbor, their cries filled with anticipation.
King Angus IX, accompanied by a retinue of ministers and nobles, stood waiting anxiously. His expression betrayed his unease.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to worry," the obese right minister whispered reassuringly. "Germa's reputation in the underground world is impeccable. As long as we don't provoke them, they won't attack their employer. They aren't like pirates who plunder indiscriminately!"
"I hope so."
Angus exhaled deeply, attempting to calm himself, and nodded slightly.
Boom! Boom!
One by one, the warships docked at the port, lowering wide staircases that landed heavily on the ground.
Tak, tak, tak...
Rows of impeccably uniformed Germa 66 soldiers disembarked, each armed to the teeth and radiating cold indifference. They marched down the steps and assembled in the cleared area of the port, forming lines like streams of black-clad warriors converging into a mighty tide.
This was a battle-hardened force forged through countless wars—disciplined, ruthless, and unyielding. The sheer pressure they exuded made the gathered civilians and even the king's own soldiers feel as though the air had been sucked out of the square. Faces turned pale, voices fell silent, and not a single breath dared disturb the oppressive atmosphere.
"Ferland Kingdom, huh..."
With a disdainful glance at the king's soldiers, visibly intimidated by Germa's presence, Vinsmoke Niji crossed his arms smugly. "A bunch of amateurs. No wonder they couldn't suppress the rebellion."
At these words, the smiles froze on the faces of King Angus and his ministers. Though offended, none dared voice their anger aloud, given Germa 66's fearsome reputation.
"Don't be so harsh, Niji..."
Ichiji, walking calmly down the stairs, addressed his brother coolly. "Though they are indeed weak, it's precisely because of their weakness that Germa has the opportunity to intervene and earn the funds necessary for our development."
"Prince Ichiji, Prince Niji, His Majesty has prepared a grand feast. Please accompany us to the palace..."
The obese right minister coughed awkwardly, trying to extend the invitation on behalf of Angus.
"No need—it's just a waste of time."
Cutting off the man mid-sentence, Ichiji showed no interest in such formalities. Raising an eyebrow, he asked bluntly, "Where are the rebels?"
He'd rather return to flirt with his charming maids than endure a tedious banquet.
"They're less than a hundred miles away, near the Fermira Mountains. They could launch an attack at any moment..."
"And what about their numbers?"
"The rebel forces exceed fifty thousand men. But how many troops has Germa sent this time?"
"Four thousand will suffice. You just prepare the payment; leave the war to us." Ichiji loosened his scarf slightly and cracked his neck, producing a series of sharp pops. He stared directly at Angus through his sunglasses, his tone laced with mockery. "If you lack faith in Germa's strength, you can terminate the contract now. Just pay half the fee as compensation for our trouble traveling all the way from the North Blue."
"Lord Ichiji, surely not—"
Angus hesitated, his face paling at the mention of only four thousand Germa troops being deployed. Had he not heard tales of Germa's terrifying prowess, he might have erupted in outrage. Moreover, the two young commanders before him seemed far too youthful to inspire confidence.
"There's no need to worry. This half-hearted war will end in the shortest time possible."
Ichiji's piercing gaze locked onto Angus, his voice dripping with amusement. "But if you truly distrust Germa's power, speak up now. We can settle for half the agreed payment as 'travel expenses.'"
"How could we? Germa's strength is renowned worldwide, Lord Ichiji. Please forgive us—we were merely concerned..."
"Enough talk..."
Growing impatient, Ichiji suddenly swung his leg in a swift arc.
Whoosh!
A massive crescent-shaped energy slash erupted from his kick, blazing brilliantly as it shot toward the distant sea.
KABOOM!!!
The ocean exploded violently, splitting apart as if cleaved by an unseen blade.
Splash splash splash... Waves surged high into the air, raining down like a torrential storm while the massive fissure slowly began to close.
"Gulp!"
"Good heavens! The sea... split open..."
"This... this is insane!"
The crowd of civilians, noble youths, and royal soldiers gawked in stunned disbelief, their jaws dropping at the spectacle unfolding before them. Angus and his entourage nearly lost their composure entirely, staring at the now-restored surface of the water—and at the young Germa commander still standing poised after delivering the devastating kick.
Thud!
Meanwhile, the obese minister, convinced for a fleeting moment that Ichiji's attack was aimed at him, collapsed onto the ground, his face as white as paper. A faint stench of urine wafted from his trembling legs.
"Heh..." Niji chuckled openly, arms crossed.
"Now, shall we proceed?"
Ichiji lowered his leg, addressing the visibly shaken Angus and his ministers with icy detachment. "And remember—aside from your generous 'payment,' I have absolutely no interest in your childish little war."