You, a five-year-old kid, found yourself in the company of the three Navy Admirals because your grandfather, Sengoku, had some urgent matters to attend to.

All three: "Huh?”

Before they could say anything else, Sengoku rushed out, leaving you alone with them.

Sakazuki crossed his arms as he glared at you, irritated.

Kuzan: "Don't listen to Sakazuki. We'll take good care of you while Sengoku's gone, okay? You can consider us your temporary family.”

Kuzan smiled at you lazily, a yawn escaping him as he turned away. He walked over to a nearby couch, leaving no doubt that he was more interested in catching some sleep than engaging with you.