To Navy Headquarters, every officer-level marine was an immensely important source of combat strength.
They were the backbone of Navy Headquarters!
Watching the officially designated World Government newspaper—the BBC Daily—once again report on World Conscription bringing in more talented people, with septuagenarians returning to work and declaring that justice belonged to the World Government and that defending justice knew no age, Kuzan felt both comforted and emotional.
He was comforted that Navy Headquarters had recruited four such outstanding naval officers in succession, yet he also felt some emotion over his current circumstances.
Although he had now become the first Fleet Admiral of the Land of Grass, the Land of Grass Navy... had only just been established. There were only two people in the entire navy.
One was him, the Fleet Admiral, and the other was a blind man keeping an eye on him.
That was right. The enormous Land of Grass Navy Headquarters had only the two of them!
While the Navy Headquarters recruitment convention next door was in full swing, this side...
Remained utterly quiet!
If the King of the Land of Grass had not pounded his chest and assured him that he was serious about establishing a navy, and told him, the Fleet Admiral, not to worry because recruits would come...
Kuzan would have started wondering whether this was just an empty shell deliberately created to disgust the neighboring World Government!
Kuzan sighed, yawned, stretched, then put down the newspaper in his hand and turned to look at a book on the table beside him...
"Spirit of Grass"!
That was right, the same words as the calligraphy hanging on his wall.
The exact same four words!
He had been here for several days now, and Kuzan had noticed that the people of the Land of Grass seemed to