One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 115: The corporate slave who starts work at 5 a.m.

It is now 4:50 AM on February 2nd, 1504 of the Haiyuan Calendar.

Okay, time to get up.

Roman nimbly climbed out of bed, resolutely leaving behind her pink pillow and light blue quilt. However, looking at the quiet night and the moon that was going to work, she still sighed softly, her bright yellow eyes saying "I have no will to live."

Even so, she didn't slow down at all. She used a wooden comb to smooth her slightly messy curly hair, poured cool water on her face to drive away the lingering fatigue, opened the window, and took a breath of fresh air to give her brain plenty of nourishment.

Good, you've regained consciousness.

Then, she turned her gaze to her pure white wardrobe.

She gently picked up a small black suit jacket, adorned with a blue bird brooch to secure the neckerchief, black trousers, black leather shoes, and black socks. Looking at the still-hanging Justice Cloak, Roman hesitated slightly, but ultimately decided against wearing it.

Although it's called a cape, its design is more like a coat; it's just that the navy almost exclusively used it as a cape.

It looks really cool as a cape, Roman admits that too.

However, her height of only 1.7 meters made it impossible for her to pull off the imposing presence of the cape, so she gave up on it for the time being.

After tidying himself up, Roman quickly went out.

On her way to the office, she cleverly used shaving, and at a speed of almost instantaneous movement, she could see a different scene every second.

Although most of them were still fast asleep, there were still quite a few soldiers patrolling the port, who were still in high spirits and displayed the spirit of the navy.

Roman's high-speed movement caused one of the marines to rub his eyes, seemingly thinking it was a hallucination.

The Naval Headquarters building was quite quiet at the moment; even the Air Marshal and Admiral Sengoku had not yet arrived at work.

I feel so helpless.

Roman was still a little annoyed. She arrived at 5 a.m. when her shift started at 8 a.m., and she had her reasons for not being able to refuse.

After all, it doesn't look good if a marine arrives later than his superior.

Although Sengoku took over her, things were different from what Roman had expected.

It seems that what the Warring States period wanted was not her as a person, but the power to control her.

The navy has many factions and a large number of personnel, but there are also situations where "personnel are borrowed".

For example, in the following situations:

Officer A: I've heard that your adjutant is very good at paperwork. I happen to have a lot of documents to process. Could you let her handle my work temporarily?

Officer B: Of course, I can write a temporary transfer order.

As long as the boss agrees, the subordinate's orders are generally not important. Of course, it is best to be cautious about using this situation where you are notified without discussion, since he will ultimately have to work for you.

However, in the face of Roman, who claimed that "one's own will is not important, just follow," consultation seemed to be a dispensable procedure.

He's dug himself into a hole again.

However, to be fair, the Warring States period treated her well. After she graduated, he carefully taught her how to use the domineering aura and taught her military knowledge.

Unlike Zephyr and Garp, who focus on practical combat, Sengoku is more of a theorist. He uses professional language and concise words, but it is easy for people to understand him. Moreover, Roman could truly feel the Conqueror's Haki that Sengoku possessed.

It's very much like a form of psychological attack.

Her mind was not only in turmoil, but the energy around her also began to become chaotic, making it difficult to mobilize.

Although it didn't last long, it did have an impact.

So she would occasionally reminisce about that feeling, that chaotic and disordered sensation.

Every time she thinks back, she feels her domineering aura become exciting again.

However, her excitement was far less than the "great" surprise that the Warring States period brought her.

The footsteps were heavy, but firm. Roman felt the air around her grow heavy, though it was probably just her imagination. Nevertheless, she found it unbearable.

Although we had met many times before, this was the first time we had a face-to-face, one-on-one meeting. After all, he was a person who instilled a great deal of pressure in people.

"Hello, Lieutenant General Sakassky, this is Lieutenant Roman reporting for duty."

Clearly, Sakazuki hadn't expected anyone to arrive before him, so he even paused for a second, but quickly regained his cold expression: "Hmm, very good. It seems you haven't picked up Kuzan's lazy habits."

Do these two people have to say something sarcastic to each other to live a comfortable life?

But Roman was quickly wrong; Sakazuki didn't just betray Kuzan, he betrayed everyone equally.

"Those bastards in the General Staff tried to fool me with this kind of plan, and they even dared to interfere in the situation..."

"The logistics department's supplies management is a complete mess. I specifically asked them to organize the supplies in detail, but it's still a chaotic jumble. I think the supervisor needs to be replaced..."

"What's going on with this branch? They haven't caught many pirates, but the maintenance costs are piling up. I think they need to get their heads fixed..."

From the moment he started working, Sakazuki's expression remained unchanged; the temperature in the room rose higher and higher, and the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger.

Seeing Sakazuki's ferocious expression, Roman felt that the daily grievances of a corporate slave probably couldn't have been more intense than this.

After a brief sigh, she still respectfully made tea for Sakassky and then went to deal with her own documents.

Because Roman was quite capable, Sengoku felt that, aside from combat prowess, the paperwork should also be refined.

However, as a general, Roman had access to many confidential documents that were not suitable for him to read.

So, excluding yourself, whose work is the most?

Need I even think about it? Of course it's Sakazuki.

As a lieutenant general who gets things done, he is diligent, conscientious, and responsible. Moreover, Sakazuki's aura is extremely imposing. Civilian adjutants who have been in contact with him for too long often develop anxiety, and a new batch of them needs to be replaced regularly.

Therefore, Roman was temporarily transferred to Sakazuki's side by Sengoku, and Roman would be transferred back after a suitable adjutant was found.

She now understood why the adjutants were so anxious. With such a menacing figure sitting behind them, the work pressure was immense, not to mention dealing with the rising temperature in the room, which mirrored Sakazuki's fiery temper.

Sakazuki was always a menacing figure, and when he went into a rage, his office became like a sauna, making everyone feel fear and exhaustion. No wonder being his adjutant was a high-risk job.

Even military officers found it difficult to withstand this oppressive atmosphere.

However, Roman felt excited because this dangerous atmosphere constantly stimulated her domineering aura, turning their defensive posture into an offensive one.

In this state, controlling one's domineering aura is a profound art.

That's a good thing, I guess.

Feeling the overwhelming power emanating from the increased strength, Roman smiled gently.