Night, inside the palace on the snail's back.
"Ah? Zephyr?"
Roa asked somewhat blankly, "You mean the former admiral of Marine Headquarters, the Black Arm Zephyr who has retired to the second line and now serves as the Marines' chief instructor?"
"Yes, Brother Roa."
Stussy, who had quietly come to Roa's side, answered softly, "Former Admiral Zephyr is leading a fleet rapidly toward the Whole Cake Island Sea."
"Now that's big news!"
Morgans, clutching his chest, came over. "If I remember correctly, Black Arm Zephyr is leading the recruits in a field exercise in the New World, right? Could it be that he's bringing them here to cause trouble for Boss?"
"Don't underestimate them, Brother Roa. There are two monsters among this year's recruits."
Stussy's voice was as soft as if she were acting coquettishly. "Both are top-level Logia Devil Fruit users, and Marine Headquarters believes they have the potential to become admirals."
"Moreover, the fleet isn't made up solely of recruits. It also includes elites temporarily requisitioned from the various G-Series branch bases. There are even four vice admirals from headquarters. With Zephyr included, they have enough forces for a Buster Call."
"Ho ho ho! This really is big news!"
Morgans's eyes lit up. "Boss, I'm going to the battlefield too. I want to publish the battle report in the newspaper at the earliest possible moment!"
"I don't really mind."
Roa glanced at him, his gaze pausing on the birdman's chest. "But can your body really handle it?"
"Of course!"
Morgans forcefully slapped his chest, his face resolute. "If I don't go, I won't be able to rest even in death!"
With that appearance, it was truly difficult to tell that the man had only just undergone surgery.
Roa had weapon expert Judge install a tiny bomb on Morgans's