Kizaru: My Cover as a Mole Has Been Blown?

Marine Headquarters—Marineford.

Sengoku sat in the Fleet Admiral's Office, sipping tea and eating rice crackers, thoroughly at ease.

The Shichibukai candidates had been chosen. All that remained was to send out the summons and wait for them to take their places.

Then he could put the next stage of his plan into motion.

With the newly assembled Shichibukai at his side, he would march on Fish-Man Island and sever the link between the Grand Line and the New World.

Sengoku also intended to destroy the Whitebeard Pirates in the battle for Fish-Man Island.

Once he defeated the Whitebeard Pirates and secured Fish-Man Island, the end of the Great Age of Pirates would be within reach.

Pirates would no longer be able to travel between the Grand Line and the New World. The New World would become isolated, with no way in or out. As long as the great pirates did not unite, the Marines could hold Fish-Man Island, leaving the pirates of the New World locked in endless infighting.

After a few years, when that infighting had left the New World's pirates weak, Sengoku would lead the Marines into a final battle against them.

One decisive campaign would settle everything.

"The Great Age of Pirates will end by my hand!" Sengoku said with a smile.

He could almost see it happening!

For now, it was only a plan, but Sengoku would make every part of it a reality.

"Bili-bili! Bili-bili!" Just as Sengoku was picturing the future, the Transponder Snail connected to the Five Elders rang.

What could they want now? Sengoku wondered. The Five Elders rarely contacted him unless something serious had happened, and the Reverie was already over. Why call at this hour?

Though puzzled, Sengoku answered.

"Sengoku, Borsalino is a mole. Arrest him as soon as possible!"