Aside from a very small number of elite trainees, news of this high-intensity match had not spread. Even the medics treating Sakazuki did not think anything was amiss.
They were Marines. Getting injured was perfectly normal, and none of the current Fleet Admirals or Admirals could claim they had never been hurt since joining the Navy.
They simply found it a little difficult to understand how a body made of magma could get burned.
This minor matter that had not been made public was nowhere near as significant as the guard duty being carried out elsewhere by the Marines.
Under normal circumstances, unless Celestial Dragons were traveling or escort duty was needed for the Reverie, member nations had to pay if they wanted the Marines to do something for them.
But whenever certain additional circumstances were triggered, the Marines would provide their labor free of charge.
Here, Marines could even be seen helping ticket inspectors and security guards maintain order at the venue.
"Report, Rear Admiral Mito! The disturbance outside has been contained. The civilians who tried to use the chaos to force their way into the venue have been stopped, and we found the person who stirred everyone up.
He was a scalper reselling tickets at inflated prices. Apparently, after the authorities discovered his ticket scalping—"
"Enough, no need to continue. Lock him up and give him a warning. The concert will last three hours. Keep this post secure, and our mission will be over."
Mito's arm was still that steel Prosthetic Limb. After getting used to it, he had even removed the synthetic skin covering it.
It did not affect its functionality much, and the metallic mechanical look made him feel rather cool instead.
"How's that old man doing?"
"Same as always. He's sitting in the front-row VIP