Tsugikuni Yoriichi ignored Shanks's mockery. He had already stopped working, turned around, and plopped down on the roof's edge, looking up at the unfamiliar Marines striding quickly toward them.
"There's actually a unit that arrived at Water Seven before us?"
"Hey, which unit are you from? The G-1 Branch in the New World?"
The Marines strode up to Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the others. The man at their head wore a somewhat tattered Marine Justice coat. Judging by his epaulets, he was a flag officer—either a commodore or a rear admiral.
The Marines following behind him all exuded a fierce air, and even the lowest-ranked among them were commissioned officers.
Although these Marines looked rather unkempt, based on their presence and ranks alone, they could certainly be called "elites."
As he spoke, the flag officer at the front looked up at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was sitting on the roof.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had been helping the residents repair their homes, wore the same uniform as the other Marines. But when the officer had asked his question, the Marines had instinctively looked toward Tsugikuni Yoriichi on the roof.
The flag officer immediately realized that Tsugikuni Yoriichi was the one in charge here.
And seeing Tsugikuni Yoriichi's youthful face, the unfamiliar Marine officer's expression turned somewhat grave.
This was the deepest part of the New World. A young officer capable of leading his subordinates to Water Seven ahead of them was no ordinary person, no matter how one looked at it.
"We're Marines from the G-5 Branch. Our superior is Commodore Kuzan."
"My name is Tsugikuni Yoriichi, a Marine Headquarters colonel."
Tsugikuni Yoriichi answered the man's question calmly. But as he spoke, he did not look at the flag officer who had already come beneath the roof. Instead, he looked toward the resident