Still So Foolish

"Now that he's out, he must have plenty to keep him busy!"

"We'll have plenty of time to catch up with him later."

Sengoku spoke calmly.

A glint flashed in his eyes.

Sengoku knew Xia Le. Back then, Xia Le had endured his injuries, willingly accepted Seastone Shackles, and walked into that dark, damp prison.

If he dared come out now, he must have grown stronger—and be confident he could face the Five Elders and the others head-on.

What will you do next?

The question rose in Sengoku's mind. He was curious.

"But for the Marines..."

"This is undoubtedly good news!"

When Sengoku became Fleet Admiral, he had four Admirals under him. He had firmly believed they would form the strongest leadership in history.

But things had not gone as planned. That sudden incident had sent Xia Le to Impel Down, costing the Marines an overwhelmingly powerful fighter.

Of the four newly appointed Admirals, Xia Le had undoubtedly been the strongest.

Now that he had left Impel Down, the Marines might finally become what Sengoku had once hoped they would be.

"With him here!"

"Even if our enemy is Whitebeard!"

A cold glint crossed Sengoku's eyes, and excitement surged through him.

He seemed to glimpse a way through the tangled state of the world.

And given Xia Le's character and the path he followed, perhaps he could one day do better at the things Sengoku had failed to accomplish during his own tenure.

Sengoku took a deep breath and swept his gaze over the Marine officers. A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Perhaps we should make some changes to our plans for the future!"

"That concludes this meeting."

"Dismissed!"

No one objected. The Marines rose and quickly left.

Their faces showed everything from gravity and excitement to tension and