"Boom..."
On the pitch-black sea, the sound of rolling waves and the clash of gunfire filled Sengoku's ears.
Transformed into a golden Buddha, he floated in midair, panting as he gazed at the world around him.
He had never seen the world look so dark. Thick black clouds enveloped everything. Even Sunlight Tree Eve, dazzling like the sun, had its radiance suppressed beneath the darkness. Fierce winds blew past his ears, lightning flashed across the sky, and drizzling raindrops began to fall.
Beneath the sky, the Marines on the sea were also steadily retreating, looking even more miserable than they had twenty years ago.
Their attachment to their identity as Marines might have been useful to senior officers like Sengoku, but to the vast majority of ordinary soldiers, even those called the elite of the Marines, it was merely a way to make a living.
Thus, under the overwhelming military pressure of Rainbow Country, they had no will to fight at all. The fact that they had not immediately raised their hands in surrender was the last shred of their dignity.
As for him...
Gazing at the opponent before him—the hero of the Fish-Man Tribe, Fisher Tiger—Sengoku, already seventy-seven years old, clearly felt powerless.
Twenty years ago, Fisher Tiger had already been able to fight Zephyr to a draw.
Twenty years later, Fisher Tiger's strength had not declined in the slightest. Instead, it had grown even more terrifying.
Moreover, at just over sixty, Tiger was in the prime of his life by Fish-Man standards. He was completely beyond the reach of an old man like Sengoku, who was nearing eighty.
Even more frighteningly, despite this, Fisher Tiger did not relax at the sight of Rainbow Country's army clearly gaining the upper hand. Instead, his expression grew even more solemn.
"Since