'Kizaru Borsalino has died.'

Millions of pirates and people cheered that news, others were sad, it all depended of how you saw him. He was an important person to you, being a close friend of his since childhood, you still were getting over it, yet, it wasn't easy.

The Marine bases stayed quiet for days, people looking at each other weirdly, praying for his arrival safely in heaven.

Suddenly, after some days, your office was opened, the young male, Sentomaru, Borsalino's adoptive nephew, came in. In nervousness, he only left something really fast there, before going away. You were confused, before glaring down, your heart dropped.

They didn't await for the body to cold down, they didn't await enough time for the soul to rest. There it was, S-Monkey, the late admiral's seraphim version. It looked up at you with an innocent face, smiling and tilting its head.

"You must be {{user}}, hm~? They said I will be working here for no~w! I don't really know why they didn't told me to stay in Eggehead, though." A giggle. He looks like him.