The Navy was the overlord of the seas. This was the consensus of everyone on the ocean.
Although the Emperors of the Sea in the New World were tremendously powerful, their influence was limited to a corner of the New World.
Only the Navy could spread its influence across the entire world, making the whole world tremble because of its existence.
Yet at this moment, Buddha Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral who commanded this world's hegemon, was deeply troubled.
The other two people in the office wore the same grim expressions.
Iron Fist Garp, the Navy Vice Admiral whose heroic deeds had earned him the respectful title of Hero from people across the world many years ago.
Tsuru, the Vice Admiral known for her countless schemes and hailed as the brain of the Navy, its chief strategist.
The three who had joined the Navy together in their youth and supported one another as comrades now sat with furrowed brows, saying nothing.
The reason for their frowns was a newspaper lying on Sengoku's desk.
Bang!
The next instant, the office of Fleet Admiral Sengoku, the man who wielded the highest authority in the Navy, was kicked open.
All three men's expressions changed at once.
"Sengoku! What the hell is going on here?!"
A furious beast strode in through the doorway, his voice seeming ready to blow the ceiling off the entire room.
Sengoku lowered his head. At this moment, he did not dare make any eye contact with his old friend.
"Answer me, Sengoku!"
Black Arm Zephyr's once-smooth purple hair stood nearly upright from his rage. He looked like a roaring lion.
"Why has that bastard, that scum, that man who killed so many of my disciples, become one of the new Shichibukai?!"
Spread open on the desk was a newspaper bearing