By the time the sun reached its peak, the busy Marines had finally prepared everything they needed for the voyage.
Loa held the inventory sheet and studied it carefully... then realized it was completely useless to him.
One purpose of the field mission was still training—to grow stronger.
But the more important purpose was to familiarize the elites with sailing and lay a foundation for their future careers in the Marines. They weren't ordinary grunts, after all. How could they command a Fleet one day if they knew nothing?
But there was a problem.
As far as Loa was concerned, he wanted nothing to do with sailing. No matter how well he learned every detail, he had absolutely no desire to head out to sea for fun!
Loa tore up the sheet without hesitation and shouted to Arudo, who stood on the deck, "Arudo! Get ready to depart! Destination: Siswell!"
"Got it!" Arudo replied. He turned to the Marine beside him. "Pass the word. We're setting sail!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and hurried off to relay the order.
Tony, who was resting against the railing, looked up and called to Loa, still standing on the shore. "Hey, aren't you coming aboard?"
"Of course... I am!"
Loa grimaced, clearly reluctant. "You go ahead. Let me run for a while first."
"Run for a while..." Tony stared at Loa, speechless. Just how badly does he get seasick?
But Loa's plan to "run for a while" piqued his curiosity. Thinking of Loa's ability, Tony suddenly had a bold idea. "Hey, wait. Is he going to do what Admiral Aokiji does?"
Just then, a loud horn sounded from the bow, cutting him off.
The Messenger at the harbor lighthouse waved his flags, giving them clearance to depart. Soon, the scenery