In the Polar Sea, a Marine warship with a dog's head was heading toward Frances Island, the only island in the area with a Marine garrison.
"Have we arrived?"
Noticing that the ship was slowing down, Gion immediately went up to the deck. Sure enough, Frances Island's harbor was not far away.
The Marine flag flew over the harbor, where Marine soldiers were already lined up to greet them.
"Where's that kid Morito? Take me straight to him!"
"Yes, Vice Admiral Garp!"
The Marine soldier saluted, then turned to lead the way.
Garp walked along eating donuts.
Marine Headquarters had sent him to Frances Island to prevent Golden Lion from retaliating.
Golden Lion wasn't the type to let a grudge go. If he didn't get revenge, he wouldn't be Golden Lion.
Gion followed close behind. Until she saw Morito, she couldn't help worrying about him—whether he was injured, whether he'd lost an arm or a leg.
The battle report?
That was all hearsay. Only seeing him with her own eyes would tell her the truth.
Frances Island hadn't had a Marine garrison before. Now that a major battle with Golden Lion had taken place, the island's residents had all been evacuated.
The entire town now stood empty, and the Marine Base had been built on its foundations.
Morito was resting at the Marine Base.
Whenever Morito rested during the day, he chose to refine Chakra.
He kept his mind calm and adjusted his mental state.
It let him train and restore his energy at the same time.
It was the best of both worlds.
"Hahaha, Morito, you did great this time! You completely wiped out that old bastard Golden Lion's territory!"
Garp kicked the door open and barged into Morito's room, laughing loudly.
Gion had been worried that Garp's