Issho took Jinbe's report seriously. In his view, the New Marines had reached a point where their true threats no longer came from outside, but from within.
Back when the New Marines had first been established, Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the rest of the founding team had still been able to exercise strong restraint and control over the organization.
But as the New Marines grew larger and larger, many matters had gradually begun to slip beyond their control.
As the saying went, "The strongest fortresses are always breached from within."
Even with someone like Tsugikuni Yoriichi at its helm, the New Marines could not possibly handle every detail flawlessly.
Jinbe's recorded battle report was quickly delivered to Tsugikuni Yoriichi's office.
The arrival of Issho's adjutant surprised Yoriichi somewhat, since he had only parted ways with Issho not long ago.
Training alone was ultimately less effective, but throughout the entire New Marines, there were only two people qualified to serve as Tsugikuni Yoriichi's sparring partners.
Yoriichi had only just finished bathing and changing clothes when he learned what had happened on Fish-Man Island.
Tap. Tap.
The recording Den Den Mushi on the desk had already finished playing Jinbe's battle report. Yoriichi sat in his chair, lightly tapping his fingers against the desktop, his brows faintly furrowed as he silently pondered.
Issho's adjutant stood quietly before the desk, his posture ramrod straight.
The pressure unconsciously radiating from Tsugikuni Yoriichi left the young adjutant at a loss for a moment.
Most of the time, Yoriichi presented himself to his subordinates as gentle and approachable. He felt like the warm winter sun, comforting and mild.
But Yoriichi was, after all, a man whose strength decided battles and who had held high office for many years. He inevitably possessed the bearing of a superior, which occasionally