-Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral's Office.
The chandelier cast neat pools of light over the conference table. Sengoku slowly spread out a stack of intelligence reports, his face dark, while Vice Admiral Tsuru's pen hovered over her logbook.
Inside the office, Garp lay sprawled on the sofa, crunching Senbei.
The ash on the cigar between Akainu's fingers had grown two centimeters long. Kizaru's mind was off wandering, and only the dutiful Aokiji pretended to study the documents seriously.
In truth, whether they read the documents or not made little difference. With something this big happening, they all already had a basic understanding of the situation.
As for why Sengoku had summoned them in such a hurry today-
Aokiji looked at the Great Angel's photograph in the document he held. The young man whom the World Economy News Paper hailed as the most handsome man in the world really did have striking looks.
...But what he had done was even more outrageous.
The crimson sunset pierced the gaps in the blinds, cutting Sengoku's Fleet Admiral shoulder cape into mottled patches of light and shadow.
"You all know about the Great Angel by now."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He could have passed for a piece of farm equipment.
Before this internal Marine meeting, he had just received a vicious dressing-down from the Five Elders.
After all, he himself had said that compared with Satellite Shining, the Great Angel was nothing to worry about. Yet in less than a year, the Great Angel had pulled off something huge.
"Let's hear your thoughts..."
As Sengoku finished speaking, Vice Admiral Tsuru slid the last of the latest intelligence reports "from Titans" across the table. The scrape of paper made Kizaru lift his drowsy head.
"The Great Angel