Eve was a Marine soldier, the most unremarkable kind.
If he had anything to be proud of, it was that he served at Marine Headquarters.
Those two words, "Marine Headquarters," meant elite in the Marines.
This time, his mission was to accompany Marine Admiral Fujitora in capturing a world-famous slave trader.
Eve was thrilled. What happened next also let him witness a Marine Admiral's strength.
With a single move, Fujitora pinned the bodyguards the criminal had hired at exorbitant prices to the ground. They could not move an inch.
Everything went smoothly after that, until one man appeared and threw it all into chaos.
First, Domino, the woman he admired, was hoisted into the air. Then Mr. Issho clashed with the Thunder Swordsman.
Eve had heard of the Thunder Swordsman before. He was just a kid under twenty. Even if he was strong, he could not possibly be as powerful as the stories claimed.
Supposedly, he had killed one of Whitebeard's division commanders and fought an Admiral to a draw. More outrageous still was a rumor among the Marines: their Fleet Admiral, Sakazuki, had once taken a slash from him that had cut his lung function in half.
Eve had not qualified to take part in the Summit War. Whenever he heard others discuss it, he would only give a cold smile.
He was skilled with a gun, but he was not arrogant enough to think he could beat Werther head-on. If he caught him off guard, though, perhaps he could drop him with one shot.
Earlier, while standing guard in the building, he had heard that Admiral Fujitora was fighting the Thunder Swordsman. He was surprised, and a little disappointed. His chance to make a name for himself by sniping Werther was gone.
But the news that came back