One month later.
In the latter half of the Grand Line, the New World.
Above the surging azure sea, two enormous seagulls circled through the air, letting out clear, resounding cries.
The sea wind howled as the sails of a warship billowed. It cut through the waves, kicking up white spray as it sped toward the distance.
On the warship's deck, Sephiroth wore a black suit beneath a white coat of justice. Leaning against the rail, he rested his chin on his right hand and gazed boredly at the small island gradually emerging beyond the horizon.
Besides the Marines responsible for transport, there were over thirty troublesome soldiers from various other branches aboard with him.
Even through several decks, Sephiroth could hear the laughter, curses, and shouting of those troublesome soldiers coming from the cabins. Though it was broad daylight, they were openly drinking and gambling aboard a Marine warship.
Frank, clad in a coat of justice, emerged from the cabin and stood beside him. In a respectful tone, he said, "Commodore Sephiroth, do you need me to go restrain them?"
"No need! Let them keep indulging themselves!" Sephiroth chuckled and shook his head.
Although he held the highest rank aboard this warship, he could not be bothered to deal with or restrain those troublesome soldiers.
They could make as much trouble as they wanted, so long as they did not bother him!
After all, those assigned to the G-5 Branch had serious problems with their conduct and personalities. If they could have been corrected, their superiors would not have thrown them into the G-5 Branch.
For the days ahead, Sephiroth planned to slack off at the G-5 Branch. After muddling through a year or two, once the fallout from the investigation operation had completely died down, he would submit