Vodka, the first mention of "Vodka" in ancient Russian documents was in the chronicles of Novgorod, meaning "medicine." Used to clean wounds, taking it could alleviate pain.
Sakazuki knew perfectly well what kind of thing he was holding in his hand.
It was the Navy hospital at Marineford using grain or potatoes as raw materials, distilled to produce alcohol up to 95 proof.
If it were then diluted with water to 40 to 60 proof, and filtered through activated charcoal, that would be the damn special drink of the fighting nation—Vodka.
Sakazuki hesitated rarely. Before transmigrating, although his alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, it was only limited to the level of drinking one Russian under the table.
"Rest assured, this isn't alcohol. Sengoku won't blame you. That's my specially made Oolong tea," Tsuru encouraged with a smile.
Intending to create an atmosphere of "If you don't confess honestly," I'll serve you with severe punishment.
Hearing this, the dog (Sakazuki) twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat eager to try it deep down. This certainly wasn't alcohol; it was damn high-purity anhydrous alcohol with unknown ingredients added!
But... Justice above, that cup of tea is worth a try!!!
"I don't understand why you're offering me tea... The Navy doesn't have this concept of 'double designation' [Shuang Gui - an internal disciplinary process]," Sakazuki adopted a roundabout tactic, telling a cold joke that most others didn't quite understand.
Tsuru nodded, admitting generously with a hint of jest: "Of course, it's to make you spill the truth after drinking."
"Prying for information? Understood. Which aspect do you want to hear about?" Sakazuki couldn't help but ask further. Lacking specific information, it seemed difficult for him to chew out Great Staff Officer Tsuru's true intentions.
"How are you two little ones progressing?" The veteran Vice Admiral, whose temples were already streaked with frost, rested her cheek on her palm. She didn't hide her concern: "You're already 38 this year, it's time to start a family. We Marines face life and death on the sea every day. Even you, there's no guarantee you won't die in battle one day."
She seemed somewhat amazed, indicating that you young people really know how to play: "You youngsters' ways are getting wilder and wilder... planning to do it in that kind of shabby place on a warship..."
"Ahem... What are you talking about, I don't understand." Sakazuki looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and conveniently took a small sip of the fine wine.
"Wait?! What are you doing???" Watching Sakazuki's previous action, the expression on Tsuru's face froze: "Spit it out quickly! I was just trying to scare you, are you really drinking it!!!"
She had never expected that the iron simpleton would spontaneously pick up the alcohol and start chugging.
This was completely different from her original plan, which was to bring out alcohol to enhance the atmosphere and simultaneously create an environment for interrogation.
But Sakazuki directly starting to guzzle terrified her.
If you little calf actually gets drunk, what the hell am I supposed to ask!!!!
"You... recently under... quite a lot of pressure, huh..." Tsuru's facial expression twitched somewhat, attributing Sakazuki's chugging behavior to stress relief.
"Since we're already here, why not head back to Headquarters first? That child Robin misses you quite a lot." Tsuru seemed to remember something, looking at Sakazuki whose face was already starting to flush red, and suggested. She estimated that with that proof going down, an ordinary person would have definitely ended up in the hospital long ago.
In contrast, Sakazuki seemed as steady as an old dog.
But towards Aunt Tsuru's well-intentioned proposal, the dog did not neglect public duty for private reasons, firmly refusing: "The Expeditionary Force is deployed over in the North Blue... I am still waiting to Oorah-Oorah a wave there."
"I have to say, arranging for the Vinsmoke family to interfere in the black market arms trade was a good move. While consolidating the North Blue's underground forces, it also found a competitor for the Donquixote family," Tsuru commented on Sakazuki's previous actions in the North Blue.
She had been constantly monitoring Doflamingo's movements. Regarding this cunning pirate, Tsuru had absolute authority to speak: "After the Vinsmoke family finishes integrating those scattered arms dealers, there will inevitably be a phase where expansion stops. This way, a confrontation will form between his trade routes and those under Doflamingo."
Quickly, following Tsuru's concise and profound summary explanation, Sakazuki only pondered for a moment before guessing Tsuru's plan: "Are you planning to let the Vinsmoke family attract his attention? Then we secretly enter the North Blue and cut off Doflamingo's escape route in one fell swoop."
"Therefore, there's no need for you to go back so early. Alerting the enemy would just be asking for trouble," Tsuru gave Sakazuki professional advice from a staff officer's perspective.
While speaking, Tsuru pretended to casually raise her hand, smilingly snatching the last portion of "Oolong tea" from the large bottle out of Sakazuki's hand: "Speaking of which, you, this adoptive father, are really incompetent. You have all these skills yourself but haven't taught the child; it's all us old folks helping you teach!"
"Mmph.." Sakazuki didn't answer Tsuru's complaint, but instead started talking about something he had recently seen in internal intelligence. "Not long ago, I heard that a kingdom under the World Government was invaded by a pirate force. The 500 soldiers dispatched by the kingdom were defeated and captured, and the pirates used the lives of these soldiers to threaten the king."
Decades in the military gave this veteran female Vice Admiral rich experience. Listening to Sakazuki's narration, Tsuru remained silent. She certainly knew about this recent event; the World Government had dispatched a young man, the same age as Robin, to resolve the matter.
That bloodthirsty little fellow infiltrated the warehouse where the pirates held the soldiers, killed all five hundred soldiers himself. When the pirates rushed to the warehouse upon hearing the news, only a lone teenager stood atop a mountain-high pile of corpses, subsequently killing the pirates who came rushing upon hearing the news.
"Rob Lucci single-handedly resolved the kingdom's crisis and entered CP9." Sakazuki stated the name of the protagonist of this story.
He looked at Tsuru, revealing his views on educating Robin for the first time: "So, is Rob Lucci considered an outstanding rookie? I don't see it that way. He could follow orders to resolve the crisis, that's good. But not good enough. That can only be considered a qualified killing machine. There are many ways to handle such a hostage situation, but killing all the hostages along with them was an arbitrary decision, falling into the lower category. That kingdom, with its already weak military strength depleted by losing so many soldiers at once, where will it head in the future?"
"Get to the point!" Tsuru looked at Sakazuki, who was already starting to talk more, somewhat impatiently.
"Sister Tsuru, it's not that I don't teach, but before teaching skills, I must first teach her the correct way to conduct herself and deal with others. But before she becomes accomplished..."
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