Onepiece: I Am Aizen, The Strongest Admiral

The rank of Marine Branch Vice Admiral was no trivial matter, even if it was for a branch rather than the headquarters. While the rank itself was one step below that of a headquarters Vice Admiral, the responsibilities it carried were immense. Whether stationed in the headquarters or a branch, a Vice Admiral was expected to safeguard an entire region, commanding respect and wielding significant authority. Their role was far beyond the reach of a typical Rear Admiral.

But what truly shocked everyone wasn't just Aizen's promotion to Vice Admiral—it was his assignment as the Branch Chief of Staff. This position wasn't merely a title; it was a cornerstone of the Marine hierarchy. The Chief of Staff was the linchpin in a branch's operations, second only to the commanding officer. Their strategic insight and command were indispensable, akin to the later role of Tsuru, whose advice even Marine Admirals and Marshals would heed.

Unlike other Vice Admirals, who might share duties with peers, the Chief of Staff held singular authority. It was unheard of for someone so young, someone freshly promoted, to ascend to such a position. Normally, it took years—if not decades—of dedicated service, reputation-building, and contributions to the Marines to be considered for such a role.

Aizen's achievement shattered precedent.

The murmurs among the assembled Marines grew louder as Zephyr continued. "Don't be dazed, Aizen! This is no ordinary assignment. The Vice Admirals and Chief of Staff at the branch strongly recommended you to the Marshal himself. They've seen your work firsthand, and they trust you to step into this role seamlessly."

Zephyr's voice broke Aizen out of his momentary trance. His mind raced, recalling his time stationed in the New World branch. It was clear now that his efforts hadn't gone unnoticed. The unanimous recommendation from the branch's leadership was a testament to the impact he had made.

Zephyr smiled as he observed Aizen's reaction. "I'll admit, I was surprised when I heard the news myself. But you've earned this, Aizen. Your ability to command respect and lead with both strength and intellect is something rarely seen. Even the old guard at the branch can't deny your potential."

Aizen snapped out of his thoughts and saluted Zephyr with precision. "I understand, Teacher. I'll fulfill this duty to the best of my ability."

Zephyr's gaze softened as he nodded, a mix of pride and nostalgia filling his chest. He knew Aizen's rise was well-deserved, but it also marked the departure of one of his brightest students—a bittersweet moment for the veteran Marine.

What made this appointment even more extraordinary was the autonomy of the New World branch. Unlike the relatively stable Four Seas, the New World was unpredictable and chaotic, requiring its Marine branches to operate with minimal oversight from headquarters. The branch's leadership had the authority to act independently, making the role of Chief of Staff even more critical.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Aizen's lips as he processed everything. His mind flickered with plans, ambitions, and strategies for his next steps. The future was taking shape, and it was one where he would command not just authority, but respect. The smirk vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual composed and humble demeanor.

***

Later that afternoon, ranks and assignments were distributed to the remaining cadets. While Aizen's position had already been determined, others received their placements, most of them reporting to various Vice Admirals. These assignments were primarily administrative, focusing on learning how to manage Marine operations before stepping onto the battlefield. After all, the elite camp wasn't just about producing warriors—it was about molding leaders.

Despite their own successes, many cadets couldn't help but feel the sting of comparison. Aizen wasn't just ahead of them; he was in a league of his own. While they would spend years as subordinates, Aizen had already risen to lead.

But it was no mystery why. Over his six months in the New World branch, Aizen had proven himself to be more than just a talented fighter. His sharp intellect, strategic brilliance, and ability to inspire trust had set him apart.

Aizen, having completed his tasks, ran into Zephyr near the elite camp's training grounds. "Teacher Zephyr, are you heading out to gather the second batch of elite camp students?"

Zephyr chuckled, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern visage. "That's right. The Marshal and Sengoku are determined to keep me busy. No rest for the wicked, as they say."

The mention of the second batch brought a mix of emotions to Zephyr's face. The first group of elite cadets had been his anchor, helping him rebuild after the devastating loss of his wife and child. Their departure marked the end of an era, leaving him both proud and wistful.

"I know I'm leaving, but I hope this batch lives up to your expectations," Aizen said, his voice calm yet sincere.

Zephyr patted Aizen's shoulder. "They've got a high bar to meet, thanks to you. But that's how it should be. I look forward to seeing you carve your path, Aizen. Just remember—true leadership is about more than strength. It's about guiding others to become the best versions of themselves."

With that, the two shared a brief moment of camaraderie before parting ways, each setting off toward their respective futures. For Zephyr, it was the hope of raising a new generation of Marines. For Aizen, it was the realization of plans that would shape the world.