The Roger Pirates disbanded when no one expected it.
The crew had confusion, anger, and unwillingness over Roger's decision, but no one questioned it.
Over the years, Roger's prestige had carved his authority into their bones. There simply was no one who could persuade Roger to change an order.
Shin drifted across the sea on that leaf. For quite some time, there would be nothing for him to do. Perhaps traveling around and experiencing the customs of this world would be a good choice.
All he had to do was wait for Roger to usher in the Great Pirate Era.
In the blink of an eye, the year had reached 1500 of the Sea Circle Calendar.
It was a year worthy of being remembered by history, because many things began to change from that year onward. The number of pirates also surged severalfold because of a single sentence from Roger.
The sky was bright and sunny.
For Marineford, it was an utterly ordinary day.
Since last year's massive purge, the pirates at sea had behaved themselves considerably better, and accordingly, the Marines' duties had become much easier.
But pirates were like weeds—the kind that never learned their lesson. Barely a year had passed before countless pirates sprang up again. Completely wiping out all pirates had always been unrealistic.
Warring States Period was handling official business in his office. Ever since he had overseen last year's pirate purge, Void had consciously begun entrusting some matters to him.
Now, anyone with eyes could see that Void intended to groom Warring States Period as the successor to the next Fleet Admiral.
Of course, the position of Marine Fleet Admiral was not something the previous Fleet Admiral could decide alone. Many other factors were involved, including one's personal connections within the World Government.