"Something interesting was about to happen."
A flash of light swept over Boer as he vented the excess heat from his body and exited Magnetic Skeleton Mode.
The deep blue glow faded from his skin, revealing the fair skin and short silver-white hair beneath.
He landed beside Sakazuki, who was diligently stacking bricks.
The clearing was already filled with large piles of dark, neatly shaped basalt and granite. All kinds of hard building bricks stood in orderly stacks, like a silent army.
Sakazuki was crouching on the ground, his palm pressed against the sand.
Magma poured from his palm. The crimson liquid rapidly cooled, solidified, and took shape in the air-hundreds of bricks at a time.
His movements were mechanical and precise as he controlled each brick's composition and density, ensuring they were sturdy enough, durable enough, and worthy enough of being called "personally crafted by a Marine Admiral."
The Marine soldiers waiting nearby formed a line, working silently and efficiently.
Whenever he finished stacking a batch, they stepped forward, carried away the still-warm bricks, loaded them onto handcarts, and transported them to a temporary warehouse nearby.
Boer watched for a while before speaking.
"Uncle Akainu."
Sakazuki neither looked up nor stopped working. Magma continued to flow from his palm, taking shape and cooling. He merely gave a nasal grunt. "Hmm?"
Boer lay back into the air behind him-magnetism held his body steady. He reached out, swiped open a spatial rift, and took out a chilled bottle of cola.
"Do Admirals at your level have the authority to attack pirates on your own initiative?"
Sakazuki's hands finally stopped.
He raised his head and looked at Boer. His eyes held scrutiny, confusion, and a trace of-wariness.
Not wariness of danger, but the wariness of "if this person suddenly asks a question