Pirate: I became famous in the era of Rocks!

Entering the office building,

Aizen silently crossed the four-story steps and stepped onto the fifth floor of the central building.

A floor so smooth that it reflects light,

modern style chandelier,

Some black-and-white photos and oil paintings of naval history are hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor, recording the glorious years of the navy...

Compared with 20 years ago,

The decoration of this building has almost undergone earth-shaking changes. Generally speaking, the old furniture and decorations that were once familiar are gone, replaced by modern minimalist style office facilities and decorations.

A display screen is hung every ten meters on the wall, scrolling the latest naval news and achievements, while the soft light from the chandelier at the top of the corridor creates a warm and professional atmosphere.

At the end of this corridor,

The two office doors were closed tightly, giving off a sense of mystery. On the top of the door frame, there is a nameplate with gilt fonts.

The one on the left is the "Supreme Conference Room", and the one on the right is the "Marshal's Office".

Aizen took a deep breath, calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, and opened the office door.

squeak~

The office door was pushed open,

Aizen looked up, and the first thing he saw was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight passed through the transparent glass and sprinkled on the wooden floor, forming mottled light and shadow.

then,

His eyes moved slowly and were soon attracted by the familiar bookshelf. The bookshelves are lined with all kinds of books, from naval tactics to world history, from literary works to professional technical manuals, each book carries knowledge and wisdom.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is not the number of books on the bookshelf, but... every book has obvious signs of being frequently read!

Seeing this scene, Aizen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: 'He is indeed a Warring States Marshal with the title of wise general...'

Turning his eyes again,

Aizen looked at the familiar wooden table. It was working 20 years ago, and it still stood firmly in the center of the room 20 years later.

There are some documents and stationery placed on the desktop, which looks very orderly. Its body is covered with a large number of small scratches, as if it is a witness to countless decisions and discussions by the Navy.

The whole marshal's office,

Apart from adding a floor-to-ceiling window and replacing the sofa with a new one, there are almost no other changes.

Aizen's eyes were dazed for a moment. Compared with the huge changes in the interior decoration style of the building, the discomfort of being abandoned by the times that he could always feel in this office was greatly weakened...

"You brat, what are you looking at? Do you have some ideas about this location?"

Suddenly, a vicissitudes of male voice sounded from behind Aizen.

Aizen looked back when he heard the sound, and saw Zefa walking in at some point, and walked to the cabinet in a familiar manner, and started to rummage.

After a while,

Zefa held a bag of tea in one hand and a bag of senbei in the other. He kicked the cabinet door shut with his foot and sat on the sofa with a normal expression.

"Really, after so many years, the level of hiding things has not improved. No wonder Garp eats them all every time..."

Zefa whispered with a speechless expression, lifted the kettle next to the sofa with his right hand, and then made tea directly with the tea set on the coffee table.

at this time,

The office door was pushed open again, and Sakaski walked in wearing a dark red suit. After he walked in, he did not close the door, but left it ajar.

"Teacher Zefa."

Sakaski nodded slightly to Zefa and said in a low voice.

Zefa nodded slightly in response.

After more than ten seconds,

A big hand with neatly manicured nails stretched out from the gap and pushed the door open.

Porusalino didn't close the door after pushing it open. He walked straight to the sofa next to Aizen and sat down.

as predicted,

A few seconds later, the office door was pushed open by a big hand.

Kuzan was dressed like the two of them, still wearing the same familiar "daily outfit", a blue shirt and a pure white waistcoat. Those who didn't know better thought that this was the only set of clothes for the three of them.

"Teacher Zefa."

Kuzan nodded to Zefa, and then sat opposite Sakaski.

"Haha, they are all taught by the same teacher, but the difference in life is so big..."

Zefa glanced at Porusalino, who was concentrating on picking his nails with his head down, and said with a sneer.

After hearing this, Porusalino curled his lips helplessly, then stood up unsteadily, bowed to Zefa, and said leisurely: "Hello, Teacher Zefa~"

"I wish you blessings like the East China Sea, longevity as long as the Southern Mountains, and happiness always with you. I hope your smile blooms like spring flowers and your life is as beautiful as poetry..."

The corner of Aizen's mouth twitched momentarily as he sat aside. Finally, he couldn't listen any more and stretched out his hand to drag Porusalino back to the sofa.

"Shut up!"

"I'll throw you out if you make a fool of yourself again!"

Aizen said through gritted teeth, his eyes shooting out a fierce light.

Porusalino swallowed when he saw this, quickly straightened his posture, and sat on the sofa obediently.

"Humph!"

Seeing this scene, Zefa snorted coldly, and then pushed the cups of tea he had brewed in front of Sakaski, Kuzan and Aizen, but not Porusalino.

Porusalino curled his lips, lowered his head and continued to pick up his nails, deliberately not looking at the steaming cups of tea on the coffee table.

Aizen sighed upon seeing this, suddenly feeling tired. He didn't expect that more than twenty years later, the relationship between these people would still be the same.

Especially Porusalino, who is obviously in his 50s, but still has the same personality as a child...

the other side,

Seeing this scene, Sakaski felt completely different from Aizen.

He watched this scene quietly, his lowered eyes flashed with long-lost warmth, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

at this time,

squeak~

The door to the marshal's office was pushed open again.

Warring States yawned and walked in with a tired look on his face, walked with heavy steps to his seat, and then sat down.

then,

His eyes naturally fell on a few people sitting leisurely on the sofa, his eyes were very normal and seemed to ignore the existence of these people.

However, the next second,

The fragrance of tea and senbei wafted into his nose.

"Um?!"

Warring States' eyes suddenly widened, and his brain was working rapidly, trying to understand the scene in front of him.

After a while,

"Bastard Zefa!!!"

A roar of grief and indignation instantly resounded throughout the building, causing the soldiers in charge of security outside the building to tremble and subconsciously clenched their weapons.