Seiga Island.
Garp's warship docked at the pier of Seiga Town.
The locals seemed not to have seen a ship from beyond the island in a very long time. Before long, passersby gathered at the small pier, craning their necks to look toward the harbor.
"Marines?!"
"What are the Marines doing here?!"
"Did something happen?"
"That warship doesn't seem to belong to the Marines' 23rd Branch stationed in the Lulusia Kingdom."
The residents at the pier gathered together, watching the warship drop anchor as they murmured among themselves.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi stood at the bow of the warship. Seeing the residents on the pier pointing at the ship and whispering among themselves, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Once upon a time, he had often seen scenes like this. Whenever outsiders came to his village in his first life, the village's "intelligence officers" had acted exactly like these Seiga Town residents gathered at the pier.
Seiga Town had been built along the harbor. Though it was a port town, its people actually had little contact or interaction with outsiders, mainly because Seiga Town produced no particular "specialties." Most residents lived self-sufficient lives.
The entire town was not very industrialized. Looking around, Yoriichi saw that even the tallest buildings were only two and a half stories high.
It was early morning, and cold winter winds swept through the harbor.
After watching for only a short while, the curious residents hunched their shoulders against the cold and gradually dispersed.
The streets were sparsely populated. Only the taverns and eateries lining both sides of the road echoed with bursts of laughter.
"Vice Admiral Garp, the anchor has been lowered."
"What do we do next?!"
Once the warship had come to a steady stop, Garp's adjutant, Bogard, jogged over to Garp and reported in,