The Holy Land, Mary Geoise, the Power Hall.
Just as Sengoku had predicted, when faced with the list he had submitted, its astronomical figures covering the enormous costs of reconstruction, relocation, compensation, armaments, and more,
the five men who held the highest authority in the world showed almost no hesitation, displaying unprecedented "generosity" and "efficiency."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, the Warrior God of Finance, agreed almost instantly!
Whatever Sengoku wanted, he got. Funding, supplies, policy support-everything received the green light!
They even allocated half of this year's heavenly tribute to Sengoku!
Their only condition was that Sengoku had to remain Fleet Admiral. He absolutely could not step down at this moment.
Only after Sengoku left the Power Hall with a "satisfactory" answer, and the heavy doors slowly closed behind him,
did the seemingly harmonious, supportive atmosphere in the hall instantly freeze over.
All five men's expressions darkened almost simultaneously. Their earlier "generosity" seemed to have been nothing more than a mask they had been forced to wear.
"How are the preparations... on Sakazuki's end?"
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro broke the silence, his voice turning cold.
Installing Akainu had long been their chosen strategy. A Fleet Admiral who believed in "absolute justice,"
one who was easy to predict and control, was the pawn that best served their interests.
"His injuries still need time to heal, but his resolve... has only grown stronger," Saint Topman Warcury replied.
"Still, I never expected Garp the Hero's intervention to end up making Gern.
"A Marine hero attacking a Marine Admiral had enormous repercussions, after all. And through sheer chance, Gern became the sole figure embodying the Marines' spirit!"
"That is why we must have Sengoku hold that position for now," Saint Shepherd Ju Peter interjected, emphasizing his point with apprehension.
"We cannot let Gern seize