Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
A gentle breeze swept in from the sea. A flock of seagulls in the sky had originally intended to fly onto the island to rest, but the waves of killing intent permeating the town instinctively drove them away.
As noon gradually approached, all of Marine Headquarters was filled with the tense atmosphere of war.
A salty, damp sea breeze blew in from the ocean, passing through the first line of defense at the very front of Crescent Moon Naval Port, formed by five Shichibukai.
By the time the sea breeze reached the crowded Oris Plaza, the second line of defense built by one hundred thousand Marines, it carried a trace of dry heat.
Finally, when it reached the third line of defense beneath the execution platform, formed by the Marines' greatest fighting force—the three Admirals—it gradually vanished without a trace.
This time, because the Marines had only learned five days ago that three Four Emperors crews had joined forces to attack Marine Headquarters, they had been unable to gather more soldiers in such a short time to reinforce their lower-ranking forces.
Fortunately, most of the officer-ranked Marines on the Grand Line had been urgently summoned back.
Among them, the number of Marine Headquarters Vice Admirals had reached thirty-six!
In the sea of people at Oris Plaza, Tokikake, wearing a Vice Admiral's cape, looked at Sephiroth standing to his right in an identical cape, as well as Gion, Hina, Tashigi, Ain, and the others standing near him as though they were naturally drawing closer. His eyes could not help but fill with envy, jealousy, and resentment as he grumbled inwardly:
That bastard Sephiroth—why is he never short of beautiful women wherever he goes?
*I, the great Tokikake, am handsome and rich. Why can't I enjoy that kind of