The sea lay calm and azure-blue.
A Marine fleet sped across the waters, its destination clear... Water Seven!
There, a war between the Marines and the great pirate Whitebeard was about to take place. As for who would emerge victorious, no one yet knew.
"Ahh... Such fine weather is rare. It'd be a waste not to do something." On the vice admiral's ship at the center of the fleet, Uchiha Shin stood at the bow in a black robe, speaking with feeling.
There were seas in the world of the Hokage as well, but the Land of Fire, where the main story unfolded, along with the other three great nations, all lay on the continent.
The Land of Water had always had a weak presence, and ninjas had never been particularly fond of ships. This was actually Shin's first experience crossing the sea by vessel.
Of course, with Shin's current strength, ships were entirely optional. Even if he kept flying continuously for a hundred years, he would not suffer the slightest exhaustion.
Still, having come to the world of One Piece, wouldn't it be far too boring to fly everywhere? Shin placed considerable importance on "when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
"Lord Shin, so you were here." A voice sounded. Shin looked back to see Kizaru standing at the bow, smiling as he nodded toward him.
It had been three days since they parted ways with the Thor Pirates. In other words, Shin had already spent three days aboard a Marine warship.
After their initial panic, the entire Marine fleet had gradually settled down. They discovered that aside from ordering them to continue toward Water Seven, Shin had made no other demands.
After breathing a collective sigh of relief, all the Marines could not help but become puzzled.