One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

"Hey! Wright, what are you thinking about? You haven't come out to join us yet, and it's really making me uncomfortable!" Old man Garp said, picking his nose as he approached. "Come on, eat some rice cakes with me! That guy Sengoku actually had the nerve to talk bad about me in front of Kuzan!"

"…So, did you raid Sengoku's office to get these rice cakes, old man? Why does he have so many rice cakes in his office?" Wright asked.

Garp laughed heartily, hands on his hips. "Ahahaha! Exactly! That bastard Sengoku actually swapped his senbei for rice cakes, thinking that would stop me from taking action? Hahaha!"

"…"

Wright couldn't help but envy Garp's carefree attitude—this old man was absolutely throwing Sengoku under the bus!

Suddenly, Garp seemed to remember something, tilting his head for a moment before speaking again. "Oh, right, Wright, you've made a huge contribution this time. As for your strength… well, it's passable. Sengoku and I have decided that you can choose a warship to command as the highest-ranking officer. You'll be in charge of a specific sea area. But don't slack off in basic training!"

"…Why are you telling me this now, you old geezer?" Wright scowled. "We've already set sail from headquarters, and you're just telling me I get to choose a warship now? The ships from G3 and headquarters are the same anyway…"

"G3 is fully staffed, alright?!" Garp retorted, displeased. "The only reason there hasn't been a Commodore or Rear Admiral to assign to me is because the ships have been idle! When we get back, we'll be taking on a whole new crew! They'll be more reliable than the ships at headquarters, which are always out on missions! I've been telling them to maintain the ships well!"

"Oh? Then I guess I misunderstood you, old man. My bad, haha… This experience is truly rare!"

"Bang!"

"You little brat! You've only met Borsalino a few times, and you've already picked up that annoying tone?! Zephyr was saying just the other day that you're defending that bastard! He even invited you to dinner!" Garp's veins bulged on his forehead as he punched Wright into the ground.

"Wait… Actually, I invited him to dinner… It's because I was hoping his G2 branch could spare some manpower. We were discussing our abilities," Wright quickly explained, nursing the swelling on his head. "But that bastard said he'd treat me next time, and I didn't see his sorry ass again until I left headquarters."

"…"

Garp fell silent for a moment, then spoke again. "Borsalino's G2 branch did apply for more personnel, so he didn't break his promise. But the way he approached you, calling himself your 'senior brother'… Sengoku and I still can't figure out what he's thinking."

"That guy's strength is formidable. He'll definitely be one of the next Admirals… But no one can read his mind… Seems like he's just doing his job. Be careful around someone like that."

"Yeah, I don't get it either… But, well, it's better than being at odds with me or having no contact like with Sakazuki-senior or Kuzan-senior. As long as you old geezers are around, they won't be able to do anything… I'll have the strength to make them think twice before crossing me before you all retire!" Wright said confidently. Unlike Garp and Sengoku, Wright knew that at least for the two years after Sengoku retired, Borsalino would still be punching in at work as usual…

"Bang!"

"You're already calling Sakazuki and Kuzan 'senior brothers'? While that's not wrong, I'd advise you to make sure you're on equal footing before addressing them like that—unless someone like Borsalino brings it up first! Don't blame me for not warning you when you get a beating!"

"Also, Sakazuki and Kuzan aren't so easy to deal with. You better take that into account!"

"Ugh… Of course, I know my limits. I'd still get my ass handed to me if I faced either of them now, but soon… that won't be the case!"

...

Back at the G3 branch, Bogard was helping Wright select his own exclusive warship, accompanied by shipwrights and some specialists.

"Hey, Bogard, we've got a long history together. You better get me a reliable warship, and throw together a solid crew of sailors while you're at it!" Wright murmured behind Bogard, who's expression darkened further.

"Long history, my ass. You've only been at G3 for three or four years at most. There are veterans here who've been serving for over a decade!" Bogart muttered under his breath.

"The warship won't be a problem. As for the sailors… Wright, if you put out a recruitment notice, I'm sure the best sailors in the branch will be fighting to join your crew. After all, you're the record holder for zero battle loss rates. Even Vice Admiral Garp thinks highly of you," Bogartd said with a sigh.

Does this brat really not know how famous he is? I've been following Garp for over ten years, and I doubt I have the same reputation as he does!

"Oh? Is that so? Well, that's great! But I should warn you in advance, on my ship, it's hard to die… but you'll probably wish you were dead sometimes!" Wright's eyes narrowed, and he grinned. "Everyone's probably curious about how Garp old man beat me up, right?"

The shipwrights and sailors around Wright and Bogard initially cheered at the prospect of being recruited for Wright's crew, but after hearing this, they couldn't help but shiver. Should they really join this ship? What a tough decision…

Wright began an open recruitment for crew members at the G3 branch—only those who weren't afraid of death and had a strong will to fight. He preferred sailors with excellent combat experience for combat positions and skilled personnel with specialized abilities for support roles.

The selection process quickly filtered out those who'd joined the G3 branch due to Wright's special abilities—unless they had performed exceptionally well in recent years. As for the veterans of G3, their records were basically spotless. After all, these were the soldiers Garp personally trained, renowned all over the Grand Line!

A warship is typically staffed with about a thousand sailors. Depending on the situation, it might have between 800 and 900 sailors, along with additional supplies. With a highly skilled crew, even a ship with only 800 men can function at full capacity, with extra weapons, ammunition, and supplies significantly boosting the warship's offensive and survival capabilities.

Wright's exclusive warship, based on the high-quality personnel from Garp's G3 branch, was already capable of performing at full strength with 800 carefully selected sailors.

The warship had four masts, six sails, and three main cannons at the bow, along with several secondary cannons on the sides. The main sail bore a large Marine emblem and the letters "H.L."—Holy Light. This would be Wright's flagship from now on.

In the name of the Holy Light, pirates… prepare to be hunted down like dogs. Commodore Wright is back! Ready to face… the righteous punishment!

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