At the sound, the Marine soldiers stopped in their tracks. It was as if they had found someone to rally around, and the fear in their eyes slowly turned to resolve.
Countless times, they had heard veteran Marines tell stories of how they had faced great pirates in their youth, and how they had stood before them without fear.
Now it was their turn. They could not disgrace the uniforms they wore—uniforms that represented the Marines and justice.
If even they were afraid, who would protect the countless civilians behind them?
Wasn't this exactly what they had joined the Marines to do, what they had always faced and would continue to face?
Stupidity
Once his men had quieted down, the rear admiral hurriedly gave an order.
"Ready the cannons. Even if that's the Silver Hair Pirates, we will strike without hesitation."
He paused, then raised his head and shouted, "Are you afraid?"
"No!"
The Marine soldiers stared at the rear admiral, squared their shoulders, and stood with determination in their eyes.
"Good."
The rear admiral swept his gaze over his men. A smile rose on his lips as he laughed. "I can feel your spirit. With resolve like that, I believe we can defeat any pirate, any evil we face."
He raised a hand and roared, "In the name of Absolute Justice, move out!"
"Understood!"
The Marine soldiers saluted the rear admiral, then turned and got to work.
Before long, countless ports opened along both sides of the warship's hull with a rumble, and huge cannon barrels slid out.
At the same time, the warship's onboard propulsion system quickly turned it, bringing its cannons to bear on the open sea.
The warships assigned to Marine flag officers had been designed by Vegapunk of the World Government's science division. Not only