The window of Fleet Admiral Sengoku's office was flung open. His towering frame was wrapped in a crisp, snow-white fleet admiral's coat, its epaulets symbolizing absolute justice gleaming coldly in the sunset.
His meticulously combed short black hair had been touched by the years, and his trademark long, braided beard trembled slightly with anger.
Beside him stood Staff Officer Tsuru in a smart, deep-purple skirt suit, her silver hair gathered into a neat bun and her weathered face utterly solemn.
At that moment, however, her worldly eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the intruder.
Meanwhile, the three Marine admirals appeared almost simultaneously on the raised platform at the very front of the harbor-
Akainu Sakazuki was built like an iron tower, his powerful muscles filling out the dark-red suit beneath his white justice cape.
He had pulled his Marine cap low, its shadow falling over his chiseled, hard face. A cigar rested lightly between his teeth, and his expression was exceedingly grim.
Magma churned and boiled over his clenched fists, reflecting the cold brutality that all but erupted from his eyes. "You suicidal lunatic! You dare trample on the Marines' dignity!"
Cold air swept across the sky. Blue light flashed, and Aokiji Kuzan appeared next.
His tall frame was wrapped in a white suit coat and a dark-blue cravat. Beneath his fluffy black curls was a face naturally marked by languor and sleepiness.
But now his trademark green sleep mask had been pushed up onto his forehead. His formerly drowsy eyes were fully open, and not a trace of nonchalance remained in his ice-blue pupils.
The chill surrounding him condensed the moisture in the air into fine ice crystals that clung to his slightly curled hair tips and shoulders. "All alone? Heh, you've got some nerve."
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