For the first time, Zephyr felt the depth of Sakazuki's resolve. Words could not describe how he felt.
But it rekindled the fire in a heart that had lain dormant for so long.
Perhaps... he really would live to see that day...
Zephyr suddenly laughed.
There was a hint of relief in his smile:
"What do you need me to do, Sakazuki?"
"I still have another twenty years of fighting at sea in me."
"After all these years teaching students, my bones have rusted. My hands are itching for a fight..."
Morris shook his head with a chuckle beside him:
"At your age, you still won't admit you're getting old."
"Could you beat Kaido now? Or Charlotte Linlin?"
"Another twenty years of fighting? Just focus on teaching your students. That's the greatest help you can give Sakazuki."
Zephyr looked a little embarrassed:
"You bastard..."
Though Morris was telling the truth... their daily bickering began...
By the window.
Sakazuki turned around and smiled at the two bickering men:
"Stop arguing, you two."
"Vice Admiral Morris is right. The World Military Draft will begin soon."
"Training the recruits will be a top priority too."
"I'd like the two of you to work with some vice admirals and personnel from the various departments to compile a few books we can pass down."
Morris and Zephyr stopped bickering:
"Books?"
Sakazuki nodded:
"That's right."
"Three volumes: first aid, survival, and military affairs."
"The tables of contents must be detailed."
"The first-aid volume should cover various common illnesses, emergency treatment, and so on."
"The survival volume should explain how to survive in different island environments."
"As for military affairs, it should include basic combat knowledge, tactics, and such, so ordinary people can pick it up quickly."
Morris and Zephyr's expressions grew serious. It was a very