Zephyr said with a smile:
"Clean this up."
Sote nodded and swept his right arm forward.
The ground began to shift and reshape itself, and all the craters and rubble left by the battle vanished.
Within seconds, the ground looked as good as new.
Zephyr looked at the perfectly level ground.
"That old bastard Golden Lion's ability really is handy."
"You'll lead the Elite Class's field training in three months."
"After that, you can head out."
Sote was a little excited too.
"Yeah."
Grand Line, Ireka Island.
A short old woman in expensive clothes and sunglasses stepped off a bloodstained ship by the shore.
Behind her followed a burly man with thin legs, a massive upper body, and a crescent-shaped mustache. He looked simple-minded.
The short old woman was Miss Bakkin, who claimed to be Whitebeard's woman.
Miss Bakkin stretched a little.
"Let's go, Weevil."
"I'll take you to get something tasty."
Weevil's vacant expression finally changed, lighting up with delight.
"Ah! Okay, Mom!!!"
"Something tasty!!!"
He kept repeating it until veins bulged on Miss Bakkin's forehead. She rapped his leg with her cane.
"Enough! Once is enough!!!"
Weevil flinched, looking like a child who had done something wrong.
"Sorry, Mom! I was wrong!"
Miss Bakkin nodded in satisfaction.
"Now that's a good boy."
The two figures, one large and one small, receded into the distance...
Inside a tavern.
Miss Bakkin studied the latest intelligence she had obtained. There was no mistake... it was him!!!
The photograph showed none other than Marco.
She slapped the photograph onto the table and looked at Weevil, who had a mountain of plates piled in front of him.
"Enough! Stop eating!"
"My purse is almost empty!"
Weevil froze.
"Huh..."
Still, he reluctantly put down his plate.
Miss Bakkin smiled.
"Be good. Once we