Every year, the Marines recruited new soldiers across the world. Under special circumstances, they even launched a broader World Grand Conscription.
Besides advancing through the ranks in recruit camps step by step, the Marines could also grant appropriate ranks based on the strength of specially recruited individuals when circumstances demanded it. In emergencies, even the rank of Admiral was included.
After the Summit War, Ryokugyu and Fujitora had joined the Marines this way.
Mito did not possess that kind of strength. After receiving new lungs and an arm, he began a new life. However, the town already had a new sheriff, and the new sheriff was doing well, so once Mito had grown accustomed to his new body, he joined the Marines instead.
The improvement brought by his Prosthetic Limb was undoubtedly significant. Iron Arm was not merely a flattering nickname; it described an objective fact.
Mito's potential might not have reached Garp's level, but this arm greatly raised his lower limit. Without any training, it possessed the hardness of steel. Raising his arm was enough to block bullets and slashes.
For an ordinary person, though, it was not so easy to undergo a qualitative transformation. Someone who could not fight in the first place would still look like they were wildly swinging a blunt weapon, even with a Prosthetic Limb.
But Mito had originally been a sheriff. Once he got used to his new arm, his upper limit rose considerably.
"Hey, Mito. Maintaining your arm again?"
At Marine G-2 Branch, Mito was sitting by the base's harbor, holding his detached right arm between his legs as he cleaned the grime out of it.
A toolbox sat to the left of his body, filled with all sorts of strange tools he had made specifically to work on the arm.
"Unbelievable.