Tap, tap, tap.
Soft footsteps echoed.
Through the brightly lit prison corridor, a tall woman walked slowly.
She pushed a small dining cart laden with all kinds of food.
"Time to eat, seniors."
The woman placed the food from the cart into each cell one by one, and the rich aroma quickly spread through the corridor.
"Oh, is it finally mealtime again?"
Aokiji, tightly bound from head to toe in Seastone chains and barely able to raise his hands enough to bring food to his mouth, smiled happily. "Mealtime is what I look forward to most every day."
The other Marines imprisoned here also silently began eating.
They would never compromise with Zephyr, but they still had to eat.
Ain, who was responsible for delivering meals every day, calmly watched them finish eating before collecting all the utensils.
"You seniors should think it over carefully. Teacher Zephyr is really looking forward to having you join us."
After leaving behind this customary remark, Miss Ain pushed the cart away.
Once she had left, the prison fell briefly silent before the Marines began chatting.
They talked about nothing of any real substance.
Locked in prison with nothing to do every day, chatting with one another was the only way the Marines could pass the time.
Now that there were more people, it was at least livelier. Before, when there had only been Akainu and Aokiji, they had run out of things to talk about every day.
However, as they chatted, a Fish-Man in one cell cast an inquiring glance toward Momousagi, who had turned into a little girl in the cell opposite.
Vice Admiral Momousagi shook her head almost imperceptibly.
She leaned back against the wall and let her gaze drift upward.
What she saw were the Den Den Mushi monitors installed