"Admiral Akainu, shouldn't we report this to Fleet Admiral Sengoku first?"
Brannew's heart hammered as he watched Akainu's bloodshot eyes and savage expression. Killing intent rolled off the admiral, making his broad face look even more terrifying. Afraid Akainu might do something rash, Brannew hurried to speak up.
"Hmm?"
Akainu merely turned and glanced at him, then gave a heavy snort. Brannew's face went pale, and he stumbled back several steps.
"Does something this trivial need to be reported to Sengoku? Hmm?"
Under Akainu's sharp gaze, Brannew felt he could barely breathe. He wanted to say yes, but the word stuck in his throat.
Akainu snorted and strode away. Only when his imposing figure had vanished from sight did Brannew let out a long breath. "Admiral Akainu's presence is terrifying," he muttered.
The three admirals each possessed fearsome strength and were known as the World Government's greatest fighting force.
But the three could not have been more different. Aokiji cared about his subordinates and was easygoing, earning the loyalty of ordinary marines.
Akainu was fiery, hot-tempered, and aggressive—a ruthless man with firm convictions who would use any means necessary. He ruled his forces with an iron fist. He was strict with his own men and merciless toward his enemies. The marines under him both respected and feared him; none dared say more than necessary in his presence.
As for Admiral Kizaru, he seemed like a man who loafed around, yet no one could quite read him. He always appeared relaxed and vaguely sleazy, as though nothing could anger him or make him take it seriously.
He looked like an old hand coasting through the day. But someone who had reached the rank of admiral could hardly be doing only that.
Akainu arrived at the harbor and leaped aboard a warship.