The Flying Pirates' flagship looked roughly like a ship, but it was actually a small, ship-shaped rocky island with various buildings constructed on it.
Its so-called "bridge" was quite spacious, and the technicians were all busy with their respective tasks.
Since receiving Bondrewd's permission to proceed with Plan B, the Flying Pirates had begun taking more direct action.
Dressed in a black kimono and a yellow haori, Golden Lion sat sprawled in the seat of honor.
Indigo stood beside him, gesticulating. His lab coat swayed with his movements, and his bulky boots made squeaking sounds against the floor.
"-So I-dammit, I can't understand you... Speak like a normal person!"
Golden Lion shook his head, sending his wild, thick golden mane swishing. Compared with his formerly balding appearance, he now fully lived up to the look that had earned him the name Golden Lion.
Lately, Golden Lion's brain kept fighting itself over how he referred to himself. He habitually called himself an old man, but being young again also made him switch to other forms of address from time to time.
"Lord Shiki. The captains who went to the Marine Dojo suffered heavy losses."
Indigo shrugged, abandoned his pantomime, and spoke.
Once Plan B began, Golden Lion immediately led his main force into the skies above the waters near Asuka Island and established direct contact with the advance team that had infiltrated the area to investigate.
Their reports described a largely peaceful place, nothing more than an obscure little tourist island whose legends brought it a modest number of visitors.
The only "anomaly" was a group of black-robed Marines who had headed inland toward the Marine Dojo. There had been no news of them since.
"As expected. Then-on to the important part. Did they run into any powerful fighters?"
Having received