Superhuman perception swept across Marineford like an invisible tide.
In Boer's perception, the entire Marine Headquarters seemed to become a "storm-tossed sea" of life magnetic fields. Countless powerful presences clustered together, their vast life energy almost distorting reality-an anomaly in his perception caused by such a dense gathering of powerful people. Officers training on the drill grounds, officers handling paperwork inside the fortress, soldiers patrolling the harbor... tens of thousands of presences, strong and weak, intertwined into a suffocating force field.
What a terrifying sight, Boer thought as he stood at the harbor's edge, the sea breeze stirring his silver hair. Truly the Celestial Dragons' sharpest blade. People strong enough to subdue a nation single-handedly are everywhere here...
He closed his eyes, scanning the entire island with perception as precise as radar. Those presences stood out like blazing suns-Garp's mountainous weight, Sengoku's imposing grandeur, the Admirals' distinct fluctuations... and those hidden in the shadows, more obscure but not to be underestimated.
Most importantly, he confirmed that Kizaru's signature magnetic field, as elusive as a flash of light, was not currently in Marineford. Boer breathed a sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes, a glimmer like an electrical arc flashed through their blue depths.
"Looks like this so-called 'Commendation Conference' is more of a pressure campaign..." he said quietly, straightening his well-tailored black everyday suit. A blue Superconducting Ring was faintly visible at his collar.
After pinpointing the meeting room's location, Boer's figure swayed slightly, stretching into an afterimage.
Within a few breaths, he had reached the area outside the floor where the meeting room was located.
The meeting room was spacious enough to hold dozens of people. Portraits of successive Fleet Admirals hung on the walls, with an enormous banner bearing the word "Justice" at the center.
Garp sat