"Tsk tsk, we've been spotted." Jelly held a glass bottle with a straw stuck in it, constantly sucking on the vodka inside. The guy had recently grown quite fond of this good liquor.
"So what? We finally spotted this dog, just keep your eyes on him and don't let him get away," Jerry said, crossing his arms and looking on expressionlessly.
"Still, I didn't expect Peach Rabbit and Brown Pig's strength to be so great. No wonder they're admiral candidates," Jelly said.
"I reckon something must have happened within the Marines. Those two candidate admirals weren't chosen, and they actually picked two out through the World Military Draft," Jerry said flatly.
Compared to over four years ago, Jerry had matured far too much. He was no longer that savage who had walked out of the Ice Plain. Not long ago, he even returned to Ice Island and planted the flag of the Asura Pirates on that island, though unfortunately he was the only one left of his entire race.
"Fujitora and Ryokugyu's strengths are also pretty terrifying, alright? Besides, they aren't traditional marine officers, but were recruited from the outside. People like that are easy to manage. If it were me, I'd also make Fujitora and Ryokugyu admirals, as that can also shake off the control of the Old Marines," Jelly said.
The Old Marines were actually distinct from the navy currently led by Akainu. The navy in Sengoku's era was almost entirely cultivated single-handedly by Zephyr, and nearly all the marine higher-ups were his men. Yet apart from a tiny faction of hardliners, the vast majority still hoped the navy would maintain the status quo, headed first and foremost by Kuzan, upon whom Sengoku had pinned great hopes.
Unfortunately, Kuzan lost to Akainu, and even left the navy, only