The sea seemed eternal. No matter what happened upon it, it would erase everything without a trace.
On the now-calm surface, there was no sign that a great battle had taken place.
At that moment, perhaps the only proof of the battle was this battered warship flying the Marine flag.
Dawn had ended his battle with Edward Weevil.
Or rather, it had ended one-sidedly, because the other man had fled on his own.
"Sorry, I let him get away." Dawn walked over to Zephyr and looked worriedly at him as he sat on the deck, catching his breath. "Are you all right?"
"There's no need to apologize. There was no way to stop him under those circumstances." Zephyr waved his hand. It was not as if he had not seen the battle just now. When an evenly matched opponent was determined to flee, there was nothing that could be done.
Besides, Dawn was a Devil Fruit user and could not go into the water.
"Don't worry. It's just an old problem acting up."
Zephyr's tone carried indescribable grief. "If only I could have held that bastard back a little longer. It's all my fault..."
"No, Teacher Zephyr. You already did your best. If you hadn't desperately held him back despite your illness, none of us would have escaped unharmed." Ain consoled him with tears in her eyes.
"But the price we paid this time was simply too great. They were all promising young Marines, the future of the Navy..." Zephyr seemed utterly desolate.
"Instructor Zephyr, you should rest first. Leave things here to me." Dawn gave Ain a meaningful look, telling her to help Zephyr back into the cabin, while Binz stayed behind to assist him.
After Zephyr left, Dawn looked at Binz and asked, "What are the casualties among