Before long, Longinus's specialized Justice theory training class officially began.
There were two students in total: "Long-Eared Freak" Enel and "Crybaby" Wyper.
Across all of Sky Island, they were the only two with enough potential to be worth Longinus's cultivation.
In truth, given the nature of Skandia warriors, Wyper's loyalty was beyond question.
But in Longinus's view, loyalty born of faith was undoubtedly more trustworthy.
Moreover, he wanted to see whether placing these two fated rivals together would spark something different.
And so, two years slipped quietly by amid his trips between Sky Island and the G2 Branch.
New World, a sea region deep within the latter half of the Grand Line.
Dark mist churned all around them, the tides rose and fell violently, and purple-black lightning snakes occasionally leaped down from the sky.
Even in the sea ahead, as far as the eye could see, scorching magma surged up from beneath the surface, directly forming a boiling sea of fire.
Even Marine Headquarters' most advanced top-tier warships found it difficult to move through such harsh climatic conditions.
"Rear Admiral Giandor, does Elbaf really lie within such a hostile sea?" Longinus stood at the bow. After casually kicking away a large Sea King that had approached, he turned and asked.
Beside him stood a Giant vice admiral over ten meters tall, John Giandor, one of the last batch of Giant soldiers Mother Carmel had delivered to the Marines.
After losing Carmel as their bridge of communication, Marine Headquarters had spent decades reopening this channel.
"Only those who survive in the harshest, most brutal environments can be called true Giant Race warriors!" Giandor declared in a booming voice, chest thrust out.
Having been away from his homeland for decades, the Giant vice admiral was clearly far more excited than expected.