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... ed by Sengoku is now claimed by Akainu, Sakazuki. Draped in his admiral’s uniform, he sat back with his trademark crossed legs, quietly smoking a cigar.

Beside him, Borsalino was carefully reading a dispatch order. After a moment, he set down the document and, in his usual humorous tone, said, “Hey, hey, what’s the deal with this order? The newly appointed Admiral Arest hasn’t even reported to Marineford, and the Five Elders have already reassigned him. Didn’t they even bother consulting ...

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