The world-shaking war came to an end amid torrential rain.
From that day on, there were no more dragons in the world, nor were there any Celestial Dragons.
Other than the fish-men, it seemed that no one's life had been affected.
One year later.
"Kalifa, don't look at me like that. I'm working very seriously."
Looking righteously at his secretary, Long Yi discreetly hid the custom game console Vegapunk had made for him behind his back.
As the supreme military leader of the United Government, he had no intention of admitting that he had been slacking off and playing games at work.
"Of course, your words are correct and beyond doubt. But, Young Master, I've been with you for six or seven years now. You should save those words for someone else."
Helplessly putting away the game console's case, Kalifa adjusted her glasses and took an invitation from her briefcase.
"Also, have you forgotten? Today is Chief of Staff Sabo's wedding day. As a groomsman, you need to get to the venue early."
"Huh?"
Hearing everything Kalifa had said, Long Yi scratched his head in confusion.
"Aren't Ace and Luffy supposed to be the groomsmen? Their adventuring crew has been doing well lately, and they're full of vigor—perfect for showing their faces. Can't I just come by later to show my support?"
"Young Master!"
Kalifa's expression turned serious at Long Yi's words.
"Fine, I get it. Women are such a pain..."
Muttering under his breath, Long Yi set the game console on the desk and put on the black cloak Kalifa had prepared for him.
"Let's go."
Leading his secretary out of the office and into the military headquarters' main hall, he happened to find his three admirals listlessly playing cards.
Kizaru, Akainu, and Fujitora each held a hand of