Marineford Era 1503, Grand Line, G2 Branch.
With a clear, resonant cry, Longinus finally set foot once again on the land where he had begun, which he had left three years ago.
This time, he had returned to serve as the commodore of G2 Branch.
He had not traveled aboard a warship, but instead sat on Minos's back, enjoying the majesty of the sky.
The griffin landed at the branch's harbor.
Entering the base directly would inevitably leave others with the impression that he was rash and reckless.
Although he did not believe that those who had risen to commodore or rear admiral would develop hostility toward a clearly promising rising star over such a simple matter, it was still better to keep a low profile upon his return.
Although, strictly speaking, that so-called low profile existed only in his own mind.
When the young griffin's enormous body descended upon the harbor, an uproar was inevitable.
"Damn, what is that?"
"Isn't that a griffin from knight novels? Why would something fictional like that appear in the real world?"
"Could it be a Devil Fruit user?"
"Who cares what it is? We absolutely can't let it take even one step past here. Behind us are tens of thousands of ordinary civilians!"
"For the honor of the Marines, we absolutely cannot let this monster through!"
Although their very souls trembled, these Marine soldiers did not choose to retreat—not because they did not want to, but because they could not.
Shriek!
Minos sensed an extremely powerful hostility from the actions of these two-legged beasts. If not for their uniforms bearing some resemblance to those of his Great Master, it would have already smacked them away with a single wingbeat.
"Minos, calm down." Longinus jumped down from the young griffin's back and asked the