Stirring at the First Whiff
When Vergo walked into the base, everyone inside looked at him strangely.
Since the Revolutionary Army could tell that there was no reason for him to kill so ruthlessly and that something was wrong, these soldiers could naturally spot the problem as well.
The difference was that, unlike the Revolutionary Army's operational system, when someone like Kyros submitted a report to higher-ups, he had to do so before the field-grade officers. If anyone had objections, they could speak up and interrupt him.
But the Marines operated under a complete superior-officer system.
He did not need to explain anything to these subordinate officers. Ignoring Koby's questions, he entered the office alone and began reporting to his superiors.
He merely introduced his idea: he had believed he could take down Kyros, cut down a future star of the Revolutionary Army, and sever one of the Revolutionary Army's fingers, but Zoro's rapid support had caused him to fail.
That was all.
This failure was clearly not his fault. He had simply been unlucky, and no one could criticize the reason he had given for taking action.
So Sengoku on the other end of the Den Den Mushi merely remained silent for a long while before saying, "We have major matters to attend to recently. Starting today, hand over your position as base commander to the local lieutenant colonel and return with Colonel Koby to report for duty. You will be assigned elsewhere afterward."
Vergo knew that once he left the Marines, even that final one-percent chance of revenge would disappear. He had no choice at all, so he merely answered in a low, steady voice, "Yes. I will return to Marineford shortly."
Like the Revolutionary Army, the Marines' technological development had gradually matured. If ordinary people wanted to