One Piece: My code name is Green Bull

"Open the door!"

Standing outside Borsalino's room, Jon's voice was low and commanding.

After a long moment, Borsalino finally opened the door. Looking as lazy as ever, he said, "It's already so late, Jon. Why aren't you asleep yet? I'm exhausted today. If it's nothing important, let's talk tomorrow."

As he spoke, he tried to close the door, but Jon blocked it with one hand.

"No matter how late it is, debts still need to be settled," Jon said firmly.

Not giving Borsalino a chance to speak, Jon continued, "Today, you stole my money again. Adding that to what you borrowed before and all the other times you've taken my money, it comes to a total of 6,779,400 Beli. I'll be generous and round it up to a nice even number: 7 million Beli."

"Borsalino, you now owe me 7 million Beli."

Borsalino jumped in frustration. "What kind of rounding is that?! And when did I ever owe you that much? Don't try to scam me!"

"Scam you?"

Jon let out a cold chuckle. "Borsalino, you're a commissioned officer now. Don't you have any shame? Charging you 7 million Beli is already generous. If I were to add interest, with compounding, you'd owe me tens of millions by now."

Borsalino's eyes widened. "Jon, you're outrageous! I'm not that easy to bully!"

"Oh? So you're refusing to pay?"

Jon's expression darkened, and his eyes glinted coldly. "If you refuse to pay, I'll have no choice but to take other measures."

Borsalino blinked, seemingly unfazed. "You can't scare me that easily."

"Really?"

Jon sneered. "If you refuse to pay, I'll spread the word that you're a deadbeat who doesn't repay debts, that you steal money, and that you—"

"Alright, alright, I'll pay!"

Borsalino immediately backed down. While those accusations weren't the worst things in the world, they would still damage his reputation. And no matter what, he had his pride. Losing face over something like this wasn't worth it.

"Seven million?"

"Seven million," Jon confirmed coldly. "Don't act like it's a lot. You've taken most of my money. Charging you a bit of interest is me going easy on you."

Borsalino muttered, "It's not entirely my fault. It takes two to tango. If you'd hidden your money better and not let me find it, I wouldn't have taken it. I think you left it out on purpose so you could extort me later."

"Oh, so now it's my fault?"

Jon was exasperated by Borsalino's shamelessness. Did he seriously think Jon deliberately left his money for him to steal?

Back during training, Jon didn't even have his own room, just a shared dormitory. Space was limited, and if Borsalino made up his mind to look, he'd always find it. This time was even worse—Jon had just arrived at the base and hadn't had a chance to settle in before Sengoku called him away. How could he have hidden his money properly?

"Enough talking. How long will it take you to pay back the 7 million Beli?" Jon asked impatiently.

Borsalino looked embarrassed. "Come on, Jon. I've already admitted it. I don't have the money right now. Let me owe you for now. I'll catch more pirates and use the bounties to pay you back."

"If I could trust you, the sun would rise in the west," Jon scoffed. He had no faith in Borsalino's promises. This guy couldn't save money to save his life. He spent recklessly when he had cash and turned into a coward—or resorted to theft—when he didn't.

What frustrated Jon the most was that Borsalino only ever stole from him. Was he that easy to exploit?

"I don't have time to argue with you right now. Just remember how much you owe me. If I need money and you don't pay up, I'll make sure you regret it," Jon warned before turning and leaving, leaving Borsalino muttering behind him.

"What could you even do to me if I don't pay? You can't catch me anyway," Borsalino grumbled under his breath.

The next morning.

As soon as Jon got up, he was taken away by someone Sengoku had sent.

Behind G1 Base Island was a large expanse of open land, and that's where they brought Jon. When he arrived, he saw that Sengoku and the others were already there.

Jon did a quick headcount and noticed a few more people than there had been in the meeting room yesterday. The lowest-ranking officer present was a rear admiral.

"Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Tsuru, Vice Admiral Garp," Jon greeted as he approached.

He only addressed the three of them. Since he didn't know the others, he simply saluted them without saying anything.

Sengoku waved him over. "Jon, we've prepared the seeds. Do you think this will be enough?"

Following Sengoku's gesture, Jon turned to look—and his face immediately darkened.

Damn, that was efficient. There were six large crates, all full of seeds.

"That's… way too much," Jon said.

If he went all out, he could accelerate the growth of everything in those six crates fairly quickly. But Tsuru's words from yesterday rang in his ears—he needed to stay low-key. Yet here was Sengoku, clearly planning to squeeze every last drop of his ability.

"Don't worry about it. Just do your thing. If we can't use it all, it's no big deal," Sengoku said.

He had no concept of Jon's limitations and simply gathered every type of crop seed he could find.

"This crate is rice, this one is wheat, this one is beans, corn, tubers…" Sengoku explained, pointing to each crate in turn. Together, they contained a mix of staple crops and some unique to this world.

"So… should I start now?" Jon asked tentatively.

"Go ahead. This area is all yours. If you need anything—water, soil, fertilizer—just let us know," Sengoku replied.

Jon thought for a moment. His ability primarily consumed stamina, but if he didn't ask for anything, it might seem odd.

"Food. My ability burns a lot of energy, so I'll need plenty of food—preferably meat," he said.

Sengoku nodded immediately. "No problem. I'll have it prepared."

"Alright, I'll start then," Jon said.

He walked over to one of the crates, opened it, and grabbed a handful of seeds. Moving to the center of the field, he scattered them onto the ground.

Then he placed his hands on the soil and shouted, "Grow!"

Under everyone's watchful gaze, the seeds began to sprout, tiny green shoots emerging and slowly growing.

It took over five minutes, but the seeds eventually matured, forming a small cornfield. Ears of corn appeared, ripening before their eyes.

"It's real… It's actually real! At this growth rate, we'll never have to worry about food again!"

The most excited person was Rear Admiral Lucien, who managed logistics. He'd been losing sleep over food shortages, but now, seeing Jon's ability firsthand, he felt like a massive weight had been lifted. If he weren't a professional, he might've rushed over to hug Jon in gratitude.

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