In a certain stretch of sea in the New World, a fleet was drifting slowly along.
Every ship in this fleet was a genuine Marine warship, naturally far larger than the vessels commonly seen on the seas.
On the deck of the largest warship among them, someone was lying in a deck chair, lazily basking in the sun.
He had fluffy black curly hair and wore an eye mask over his eyes. He looked as though he had already fallen completely asleep.
The surrounding Marines were used to the sight.
The three current admirals all had personality issues to some extent.
Admiral Akainu was always meticulous, unable to tolerate even the slightest imperfection. He placed incomparable importance on distinguishing justice from evil.
Admiral Kizaru, who was on good terms with him, seemed like an old hand simply muddling through. No matter the occasion, he maintained an ambiguous attitude, neither radical nor conservative.
Finally, there was Admiral Aokiji. Nearly all Marines considered him the easiest of the three admirals to get along with: generous, kind, and approachable. His only flaw was that he was a little too lazy.
But no matter which admiral it was, each was a pillar of the Marines, the backbone supporting the Marines' advance in this era.
The Marine backbone turned over, smacking his lips as though he had dreamed of something.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps on the deck disturbed the admiral's pleasant dream.
"Admiral Kuzan! We have news!"
A messenger hurried over, unable to care about possibly interrupting his superior's sleep. "News has come from Headquarters. There is information on the NEO Marines."
"Ara ara, honestly, I was only halfway through my dream."
Aokiji lazily pushed up the eye mask covering his eyes, yawned, and sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he said, "So, what kind of intelligence