The Battle for the Next Fleet Admiral

A certain someone spoke up.

It surprised the people present, to some degree.

The Five Elders remained expressionless, but they didn't really think that Issho should become the next Fleet Admiral.

The reason was simple: Issho was too upright.

He had ability.

He had strength.

But he lacked political savvy.

Still, these were extraordinary times, and he'd been thrust into the role. The most important thing was to get the Marines back on their feet. Everything else could wait.

Although Borsalino had abstained, Sakazuki and Kuzan were still in the running.

"What about you two?"

The Five Elder with a birthmark on his forehead looked at Kuzan, who remained silent, and Sakazuki, whose face was grim and resolute.

"I'll give the election my all."

Kuzan looked serious.

He had his own reasons.

Ever since the incident at Ohara, he'd been lost. After all these years, he'd finally come to terms with it.

The Marine system had flaws and needed to change.

"Hmph. The victor gets to decide. Let's settle it with a fight."

At once,

everyone's attention turned back to Sakazuki.

Sakazuki wasn't intimidated. Whether it was justice or anything else, the strongest had the final say. The Marines had been too timid in the past.

Evil should be wiped out completely.

"These are extraordinary times, so we'll do things in an extraordinary way. Let's keep it simple: the three of you fight!"

"The winner will become the next Fleet Admiral."

No one objected.

There was no time to assess anything else. They would judge by strength alone.

Simple and clear.

After settling the matter, everyone discussed other issues.

Fish-Man Island.

Located ten thousand meters beneath Mary Geoise, it was one of the routes to the New World. Many strange creatures lived there.

Mermaids.

Daughters of the sea.

They weren't