The Mysterious Arms Supplier

"Hawkeye Misaia has a source for trade channels that even our G2 Branch has yet to fully uncover."

As if noticing Noah's confusion, Rear Admiral Buma held the broken arrow between her fingers and explained in a grave voice:

"That channel supplies her with a large number of specialized weapons and pieces of equipment, such as these custom-made translucent feather arrows, as well as miniature high-powered telescopes that can be fixed over the eye, allowing her to draw the bowstring without freeing up a hand."

"For a pirate crew that originated from bandits, this equipment can undoubtedly greatly enhance their strength. You could practically say it was tailor-made for them."

An underground organization? A mafia family?

Noah frowned.

Anyone capable of supplying pirates with specialized weapons and munitions in bulk while remaining undetected by the Marines was probably no small player even in the dark world of the entire Grand Line, right?

"So, besides hunting down the Hawkeye Pirates, I've also been tasked with following the trail and uncovering the source behind this mysterious trade channel."

Rear Admiral Buma spoke calmly. "If a weapons manufacturer of this level is allowed to grow unchecked, the pressure our G2 Branch faces in the future will be unimaginable."

"I understand." Noah nodded.

This was all deeper intelligence he had never obtained when asking ordinary soldiers before.

Since Buma was willing to tell him everything face-to-face, it seemed she no longer held the same bellyful of prejudice against him as she had at the beginning.

"So, Rear Admiral."

He turned to glance at the pirate ship in the distance, his gaze flickering. "When they nock an arrow and draw the bow, they can clearly see what's happening on our deck, right? For example, the two of us talking here—she can probably even make out