Not far from Fish-Man Island, at Navy Headquarters, Marineford.
"Hasn't Jinbe done a pretty good job?"
Fleet Admiral Kong laughed heartily. "Fish-Man Island should have taken a harder stance long ago. That way, the pressure on the New World can be eased somewhat."
"Don't be so optimistic, Brother Kong."
At this time, the Navy's sole Admiral, Sengoku, said casually, "Fish-Man Island hasn't cut off the route connecting Paradise and the New World. At most, it can help us clear out a few pirates."
"Our real enemies are still the monsters entrenched in the New World."
Whitebeard, the Beasts, and Big Mom—the three pirate crews and the rulers behind them were the Navy's true opponents.
And now there was Red-Hair to add to the list. Although he had returned from the East Blue missing an arm, the power in his hands had been advancing by leaps and bounds. Before long, he would likely be able to stand alongside those three monsters.
Kong rolled his eyes. "What a buzzkill, Sengoku. No wonder you've never been able to find a wife."
"I'm only reminding you, and besides—"
A vein throbbed on Sengoku's forehead. "Who do you think caused this? It's because of you slacking off, you bastard, always leaving me with endless work..."
As though some strange switch had been flipped, the Admiral of Navy Headquarters turned into a machine gun. "And that old bastard Garp too! Going on about freedom and refusing to accept a promotion no matter what! Running off all day long!"
"And that fool Zephyr chose to run away from it too. All these years, he's only cared about teaching students! He doesn't care about anything else! I'm the only Admiral left, damn it! Do you know what that means?"
"I'm doing the work meant for three Admirals all