In the vast depths of space.
A massive fleet of nearly six hundred warships advanced silently like a torrent of steel.
Battleships, cruisers, destroyers, frigates, transport ships.
Shadows of vessels filled the void, arranged in orderly formation.
Their uniform blue-and-white paint schemes were solemn and cold.
The black Five-Circle Cross on one side of their hulls was the imposing mark of the World Government.
The blue seagull emblem on the other was the eternal pride of the Navy's will.
Inside the bridge command room of the Red Line-class Warhammer Battleship Sylph.
Borsalino, wearing lightly tinted yellow sunglasses.
Sat cross-legged, sunk deep into a soft, comfortable chair.
He hummed a tune as he held a copy of the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba—Infinity Castle Arc manga in his left hand, reading it with great interest.
On the table before him.
A cup of hot coffee gave off a fragrant steam.
Beside it, five peeled bananas with tempting golden flesh lay neatly arranged on a porcelain plate.
Thanks to the efficient teleportation technology between the fleet and Marine Headquarters.
They could obtain vast quantities of supplies, leisure items, and entertainment whenever they wanted, no matter where they were.
Their living conditions were naturally far from poor.
In front of and beside Borsalino, technical soldiers stood at their respective consoles, occasionally conversing in low voices.
The screens displayed radar maps, data streams, and all kinds of signal patterns.
Everything was orderly, shrouded in an almost lazy atmosphere of calm.
Their First Fleet had left Sea Star nearly four months ago.
Though that might not seem like very long.
They had already clashed with Galactic Empire fleets more than ten times.
However, none of those engagements had been particularly large.
The largest had been when they joined forces with the Sea Star Government fleet