"How are things in the Golden Sea?"
Setting those thoughts aside, Sengoku turned to Tsuru and asked about the fighting there.
Sengoku had been following the Battle of the Golden Sea closely.
But as Acting Fleet Admiral, he had too much to do each day.
Especially on these increasingly chaotic seas. Every day, a flood of reports arrived at Marine Headquarters from branches across the world.
Sengoku had to review every matter of importance himself.
Promising young Pirates.
Marine Branches under attack.
Requests for supplies.
The list went on and on.
Often, Sengoku spent the entire day in his office as one matter after another landed on his desk.
Under the immense pressure, more and more of his hair was turning white.
Much of the time, he used Life Return to keep it looking black.
Maintaining that for so long took a toll on his energy.
Sengoku was even considering finding time to dye the white patches black.
He had already decided he would do it once enough of his hair turned white.
With all that on his plate, Sengoku could not spare much attention for the fighting in the Golden Sea.
So he had put Tsuru in charge of keeping track of it.
The Battle of the Golden Sea was not just about stopping Pirates from salvaging gold.
It was also Marine Headquarters' main training ground.
The previous wars had cost the Marines too many mid- and high-level fighters.
Faced with a Combat Power Gap, they needed to develop more capable fighters.
War gave ordinary soldiers at the bottom of the ranks a chance to be noticed and trained.
Zephyr, now an instructor for the Marines, had risen through the ranks from an ordinary soldier.
Graduates of the Elite Training Camp also needed to be tested on the Golden