The strength Randall had displayed had already earned Sengoku's approval.
Two fighters with Admiral-level strength would be more than enough to defeat a top-tier combatant.
But if the opponent was determined to flee, that would be far less certain.
So Sengoku's plan was to deploy one or two Admiral-level fighters, with a Buster Call providing support.
The strength Randall had shown now rivaled, or even surpassed, that of a Vice Admiral.
Naturally, that made him strong enough to take part in this operation.
But Sengoku was still a little worried. Better safe than sorry.
After all, the situation on a battlefield could change in an instant, and Bullet would not hold back.
Zephyr curled his lip and said:
"Sengoku, can a soldier who has never faced life and death really be called a soldier?
Being overprotective isn't a good thing!"
Hearing this, Tsuru nodded beside him.
Sengoku froze, then gave a wry smile.
It was not that he failed to understand that principle. After all, he had come up the same way himself.
But ever since he had begun looking at things from a Fleet Admiral's perspective, his concerns had changed.
Now that Zephyr had pointed it out, he realized he really had gotten stuck in his own head.
After all, even arresting ordinary pirates carried a risk of death.
Was he supposed to keep every Marine at headquarters and stop them from catching pirates altogether?
Since Randall wanted to go, he might as well let him!
However, just as Sengoku was about to agree, Zephyr added something else.
"Besides, do you think this is everything Randall has?
Have you forgotten what I told you before?
Apart from my trump cards, I really did use my full strength back then!"
Sengoku's breath caught.
Beside him, Tsuru's expression changed, and she