"Sengoku, sorry for the trouble, but I'm leaving the North Blue to you. Darren, work with Sengoku to restore order and stability as soon as possible."
There was naturally no need to deploy everyone against a single Roger Pirates crew. Compared to them, Shiki posed a threat several times greater.
Although both sides had signed a ceasefire agreement, someone dependable still had to remain in the North Blue to guard against any moves Shiki might make.
Saint Nusjuro looked around and realized, rather sadly, that in the vast Navy and World Government, Sengoku seemed to be the only person who was even remotely useful and trustworthy.
Saint Nusjuro offered Sengoku a few earnest words of encouragement and patted his shoulder. Keep up the good work, and the position of Fleet Admiral would surely be his someday.
Then he left Maidan Island with the fleet, heading toward Reverse Mountain.
Meanwhile, the Roger Pirates, who had taken their sweet time and only just reached the North Blue, still had no idea the war was over.
Not only had they missed the show, but they were about to become the show themselves.
Even the ever-cautious Bullet had been unusually careless this time and forgotten to tell Roger that the war had ended. Unaware, Roger and his crew were sailing straight toward Maidan Island aboard the Oro Jackson.
From a bird's-eye view, both sides could be seen sailing toward one another.
Of course, although Roger did not know yet, he would certainly learn that the war was over before they met.
After all, unlike Lind, Shiki had no fondness for deliberately keeping a low profile. The day after the ceasefire, the World Economy News Paper's seabirds carried news of the North Blue war and the ceasefire agreement around the world.
Even the Roger Pirates,