A suffocating atmosphere hung over Marineford.
The Marine reforms were soon over.
They had merely hastily announced the appointments of Onigumo and the others, and then that was that.
The reason was all that troublemaker, Gild Tesoro.
He had ruined the mood of the entire Navy.
What an eyesore.
He was a real piece of work.
Night fell.
Stars dotted the sky.
Marine residential area.
Issho's residence.
After receiving his appointment during the day and attending a meeting, Issho had returned home to think things over.
He was pondering what the Golden Warrior had said that day.
He had chosen to enlist in the Navy because he had seen far too many tragedies in the world.
The arrival of the Cultivation Era had also influenced his decision. If it hadn't made the world even more chaotic, he wouldn't have enlisted so soon.
Strictly speaking, this was another one of Gai's messes.
Issho had a powerful sense of justice, one directed toward the common people—not the so-called Navy, the World Government, or the Celestial Dragons.
He had always believed that Gild Tesoro, the man who had ushered in the Cultivation Era, was an utterly vile scourge.
Worse than anyone else.
Even the Pirate King, Gold Roger, couldn't compare.
He had met Gild Tesoro for the first time that day, and the man's words had shaken him.
Was an era of cultivation for all truly right or wrong?
Were the common people really the ones benefiting?
Perhaps only time could give him the answer.
Elsewhere, in the Fleet Admiral's office in the Headquarters Building.
Kong had already left for Mary Geoise.
The office now belonged to Sengoku.
But Sengoku was in a foul mood. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Only Tsuru was with him in the office.