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Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

After several days of rest, Atlas returned to Marine Headquarters with Smoker and the others.

After all, he had killed several notorious pirates who had escaped from Impel Down, one after another.

It was only natural for him to return to Headquarters and give his report.

Besides, this year's Recruit Camp trainees should be graduating soon.

It was time to bring some fresh blood aboard his ship.

Although he had heard that the practical training had cost them some personnel, those who had survived were all promising recruits. With a little training, they should basically be able to hold their own in the Four Seas.

At this moment, Marine Headquarters was bustling with activity. Ever since the Paramount War, the Marines had been somewhat short-handed when it came to mid-level combat power.

The Five Elders also refused to approve the World Military Draft, making personnel assignments difficult and creating obstacles for Sengoku's work.

Fortunately, the Marines' deterrent power had not declined. If anything, it had increased.

With Issho's addition, the number of Pirates entering the New World had dropped considerably.

Any Pirates who could make it through Sabaody and reach the New World were either extremely powerful or unbelievably lucky.

In any case, they were all difficult characters to deal with.

As soon as Atlas set foot in the harbor, a Marine came over and said that Sengoku wanted to see him.

"That old geezer really won't give me even a moment to rest."

Atlas turned to Smoker and the others behind him. "Go look around on your own. Grus, go find your father."

"Got it, Big Brother Atlas." Smoker and Grus nodded repeatedly.

The Marine led the way, and Atlas soon arrived outside Sengoku's office.

The Marine straightened his collar and composed his expression. Just as