At the entrance to the New World, on the waters near the Kingdom of Prodence, dark clouds blanketed the sky as torrential rain poured down.
Amid the downpour, a brutal slaughter was underway.
It was a warship. Blood already ran across its deck, and corpses lay scattered everywhere.
"Stop!! Stop right now!!"
The refined-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses and purple hair looked as though his eyes were about to split apart, as if bloody tears might spill from them.
At the front of the deck, a short old woman was carrying out a massacre.
Though small and frail, she moved as nimbly as a monkey, brandishing her sharp cane and repeatedly piercing the bodies of the soldiers in Navy uniforms before her.
None of the Marines stood a chance against her.
"Ha ha ha ha! Did you hear that, Zephyr? The screams of your beloved students!!"
The old woman laughed wildly as she slaughtered them. "Aren't they wonderfully pleasant to listen to?"
"Get out of my way! Edward Weevil!!"
The purple-haired man roared. He was Zephyr, the former Admiral of Navy Headquarters, now the Navy's chief instructor, known as Black Arm Zephyr.
Both his arms had turned pitch-black, wrapped in invisible ripples as he charged at the man blocking his path.
The man before him had a foolish-looking face. His upper body was incredibly burly, while his lower body was remarkably thin, making him look terribly disproportionate.
What drew the most attention, naturally, was his crescent-shaped mustache.
His name was Edward Weevil.
He called himself Whitey Bay Jr.
"No! Mom told me to stop you!"
The foolish-looking man swung his naginata, blocking Zephyr's path.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The black iron fist and black naginata collided again and again. The resulting shockwaves made the entire warship tremble and whipped up