New Order

Two years after the God Valley Incident, the Sea Circle Calendar had reached 1505.

Two years was not long. On the sea, it was merely over two thousand cycles of rising and falling tides. But for people, it was enough time for many things to happen. The remnants of the Rocks Pirates had each found their footing, and the power map of the New World gradually took on a new shape through clashes and annexations.

As for the Marines, they had finally revealed several blades among their middle generation that could hold the line. One of them was Zephyr.

The name Zephyr had circulated through Marine Headquarters for many years, but it was only in the past year or two that the entire Grand Line truly remembered it.

He had enlisted at fourteen, become a field officer at eighteen, and risen to general at twenty-two. His promotions had not been the fastest among his peers, but every step he took had been steady.

What truly turned him from "an elite of Headquarters" into "the Black Arm everyone knew across the seas" was his use of Armament Haki.

The title "Black Arm" had not been coined by him. It came from survivors who had escaped his hands with their lives. Eventually, even his colleagues began calling him that.

Sengoku called him Zephyr. Garp called him Zephyr. But when the officers and soldiers beneath them mentioned him in private, they always called him "Mr. Black Arm."

And in late spring of that year, something neither particularly major nor minor happened in the New World—someone had come to raid Hachinosu again.

Ever since Buzz and his crew had watched Diumil crush a man's skull in front of forty people at the entrance to the gold mine, Hachinosu had been quiet for quite some