Roronoa Zoro yawned. Under the lazy sunlight, he did not even feel like training and only wanted to get a good night's sleep.
As a Revolutionary Army colonel who had accompanied the fleet to the East Blue, he had not been on edge in a very long time.
Having performed brilliantly in the battle against the Marines, he and Daz Bones had successfully held back a Marine Admiral.
Because of those merits and his combat strength, he had been promoted to colonel. He only needed to pass an examination to become a rear admiral commanding a warship.
But given Zoro's grasp of academic subjects, he would probably never pass that examination in his life.
Still, that was fine too.
Lazing on the deck beneath the sun, Zoro thought about how he could continue challenging Hawk Eyes once he returned. A happy smile appeared on his face, and even this boring assignment seemed to brighten up.
The East Blue was his hometown, though Zoro had no real sense of that. Of course, after returning from the Grand Line, he did miss the East Blue's weather a little.
For Zoro and the soldiers from Revolutionary Army Headquarters, who had lived in such perilous environments, the East Blue's weather was practically a meek, well-behaved child. Living under such docile weather, there was naturally no need to worry about so many uncertainties.
Their ship was also part of an experiment—whether it could take a shortcut through the Calm Belt and reach the East Blue directly.
It was a test of the ship, as well as a test of everyone aboard it.
They were following the route Garp usually took.
Yet compared with Titan-class vessels, Peace Class vessels, or cruisers and destroyers of the other two tonnage classes, their ship was noticeably smaller.
With a