Several days later, the Marine Elite Training Camp's exhibition matches began.
In the waters between two deserted islands near Marineford, dozens of warships stood in neat formation, forming an impressive spectator fleet.
Marine soldiers crowded the decks, eagerly gazing toward the battlefield.
By now, the first island had been completely divided by ice and fire!
One half was a blazing hell of molten lava, while the other was a frozen world of glaciers.
The opening battle between Kuzan and Sakazuki ended in a draw.
Even as the medical team carried them off the island together, they still kept glaring at each other.
Aboard the Marine flagship, Kong stood with his hands behind his back, watching the deserted island gradually settle down.
"Fleet Admiral Kong." Standing beside Kong, Sengoku adjusted his glasses and said gravely,
"Both Kuzan and Sakazuki are already far stronger than ordinary vice admirals, but as for their personalities...
"I believe we should assign them to separate posts in the future..."
"Sengoku, everyone has a different personality to begin with," Garp cut in casually. "They're young. A little fighting is perfectly normal.
"You and I don't get along either, do we? Yet we're doing just fine, aren't we?"
"You bastard, Garp! That's because I put up with you!" Sengoku turned and roared.
"Really? You put up with me, Sengoku? Isn't it supposed to be me who keeps you smiling?! Sengoku-chan~"
"Garp!" That single "Sengoku-chan" made Sengoku, the brilliant Tactician, completely lose his composure.
"You bastard! If you use those tricks you learned from Gern again, I'll fucking..."
"Hey!" Seeing Sengoku about to assume his golden form, Kong hurriedly raised a hand to stop him. "You two aren't the stars of today's show!"
"Haha." Watching the three of them, Tsuru covered her mouth and chuckled, then glanced sideways at