Sengoku brought Lofan back to the Fleet Admiral's Office with him.
The Search Bureau's lockdown had been lifted, and many people were glad they had not kicked it while it was down.
But the move, all thunder and little rain, had already prompted quite a few clever people to quietly choose their side.
"I won't ask you about the specifics. I only hope something like this won't tarnish the justice in your heart."
Even though Sengoku was now the Fleet Admiral, he still had his difficulties when facing the World Government.
How to pursue justice amid politics had always been his lifelong question.
"Of course. Rest assured, Fleet Admiral. This won't hinder my pursuit of justice. Instead, it has made me understand even more clearly that this world still needs justice."
"Good. Very good."
Sengoku stroked the head of the goat beside him. Every time he faced Lofan, that sense of a new era surging toward him grew clearer.
After the two exchanged a few words about Issho, Lofan returned to the Search Bureau's current branch in Marineford.
The atmosphere here now stood in much sharper contrast to the rest of headquarters.
The walls bore not only declarations of fairness, impartiality, and transparency.
There were also some unconventional words of warning.
"Uphold the ideals of justice, implement the fundamental policy of zero tolerance, and comprehensively promote education against corruption and for integrity."
There were more and more slogans like this, and the sense of familiarity from his previous life was growing stronger.
"Admiral!"
The Search Bureau staff saluted one after another, then returned to work.
The facts had proven it.
Sure enough, strengthening ideological education and developing personal ideals was the best way to ensure a healthy organizational culture.
When he reached Robin's office, the mountain of gifts left Lofan