West Blue, the port of the 133 Headquarters Branch
Gern's personal black warship gave a low rumble as the Marines on deck busied themselves with the final preparations to set sail.
Gern stood beside the gangway, his gaze sweeping over the officers and soldiers of Branch 133 who had come to see him off.
Asahi had a cigar between his teeth and both hands in his pockets, a knowing smile on his face.
"Leaving just like that?" Asahi blew a smoke ring. "There are still plenty of 'suspicious characters' in the West Blue waiting for your Special Law Enforcement Authority to deal with them."
Gern chuckled and patted Asahi's shoulder. "I'll leave the rest to you. I'll come back when I get the chance.
"And as for Tesoro..."
"Personally promoted to headquarters by Rear Admiral Gern for outstanding performance." Asahi rolled his eyes.
"I have to say, you're frighteningly good at pulling this sort of thing."
Tesoro stood a short distance away, looking somewhat uncomfortable in his brand-new Marine uniform.
"Sir, everything is ready!" A petty officer hurried over and saluted as he reported.
Gern nodded and took one last look at the port of the 133 Headquarters Branch.
In the morning light, the lighthouse still stood with the cracks he had left in his youth, as though bidding him a silent farewell.
"Set sail. Destination: Marineford."
Meanwhile, on the Grand Line, at Twin Cape
The setting sun stained the lighthouse blood-red, and the sea breeze swept over the cliffs, carrying the briny scent of the ocean.
The Oro Jackson lay quietly moored by the shore. The battle scars its hull had sustained in the New World had already been repaired in Water 7.
"This is the place!" Roger stood at the bow, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
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