G-1 Marine Base

The aftermath of the battle between Brontes and Sakazuki was a spectacle that had sent shockwaves through the elite camp.

Brontes, once an underdog, had now emerged as a force to be reckoned with. His reputation had skyrocketed, his fame echoing through the camp like a thunderclap.

The elite camp, once dominated by the two monsters, Sakazuki and Borsalino, now had a third. Brontes had ascended, joining the ranks of the formidable, the feared, the respected.

Borsalino, the elder of the recruits, was a character of unique disposition. His nonchalant demeanor was as unchanging as the tides, a trait that even the stern Zed had failed to change.

He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was with a lazy drawl that belied his strength. His relationship with Sakazuki was one of mutual respect, a bond forged in the fires of their shared strength.

"I can finally leave this damn island, and my cigarettes are almost out." Borsalino yawned, stretching languidly under the warm sun. His words hung in the air, a testament to his carefree nature.

The world, whether it was the One Piece World or the modern world, had a universal law. Power attracted power. Strength drew strength. Borsalino and Sakazuki were no exceptions. But with Brontes' ascension, the dynamics had shifted. Borsalino found himself wary of the new monster, his mind plagued with thoughts of potential retribution.

His musings were interrupted by a cold voice that sliced through the air: "You are still in a mood to lazing around, Borsalino."

Borsalino turned, his eyes meeting the icy gaze of Brontes. A chill ran down his spine, but he masked his unease with a nonchalant shrug: "Oh, it's you Brontes. Man, you almost gave me a heart attack." He said, his voice laced with feigned fear.

Brontes' lips curled into a cold smile: "You know you brought a lot of troubles to me yesterday, so I think I have some debts to settle with you." He said, his voice as calm as the eye of a storm.

Borsalino sighed, running a hand through his hair: "Don't be like this man. I already knew that you are a Logia-Type devil fruit user. I knew you would be fine, but I didn't tell Sakazuki about, well, honestly, because I wanted surprise Sakazuki." He confessed, his eyes meeting Brontes' unflinching gaze.

Brontes studied Borsalino for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"When did you find out? I mean my devil fruit ability." He asked, his voice steady.

Borsalino chuckled, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips: "You know how much I like smoking, right? It happened that a few days ago, I secretly left the dormitory to smoke. It was at that time, I saw you training on the open field on south coast." He replied, his gaze drifting to the horizon.

Brontes' expression softened slightly. He knew Borsalino's character well.

The man was too lazy to engage in a fight with Sakazuki, and he had used Brontes as a pawn to avoid it. But Brontes didn't hold a grudge. He understood Borsalino's actions, and in a strange way, he was grateful. The fight with Sakazuki had been a catalyst, a turning point that had propelled him to new heights.

"By the way, do you know where we are going this time?" Borsalino asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Brontes turned to him, his eyebrows raised in question: "You know?"

Borsalino's smile disappeared: "I heard that we will go to the New World. A place filled with Sea Kings and other monsters. It's a terrible place, yet Instructor Zed chose that place as our internship location. I think Instructor Zed wants to kill us." He said, his voice trembling with feigned fear.

Brontes' eyes widened: "We're actually going to the New World."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implications.

The New World was a place of chaos and turmoil, a breeding ground for the most formidable pirates. The disbandment of the Rocks Pirates a decade ago had only intensified the chaos, giving rise to new powers like Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Roger, Kaido, and Big Mom.

Perhaps Zed had chosen the New World as their internship location to expose them to the dangers of the world.

But Brontes knew that Zed wouldn't send them into the lion's den without a plan. Despite their newfound strength, they were still recruits, inexperienced in the harsh realities of battle. Zed, with his status as an Admiral in the Marine, wouldn't risk their lives unnecessarily.

...

Hours later, a warship arrived.

"Your mission starts from this moment!" Zed's voice echoed through the air, a clarion call to action.

Brontes and the others quickly boarded the warship. One hundred recruits, along with the logistics personnel, a total of over 150 people, set out from the elite camp.

The warship sailed through Marineford, heading towards the Red Line.

This was Brontes' first encounter with the Red Line, a sight more majestic and vast than he had ever imagined. It stretched endlessly, its end obscured by dark clouds. It was a sight that filled him with awe and trepidation.

Atop the Red Line was Marijoa, the capital of the World Government. It was the seat of power, home to the World Nobles, the Celestial Dragons. These aristocrats were the descendants of nineteen of the First Twenty who had established the World Government over 700 years ago.

Their ancestors had created a system of governance that had stood the test of time, a testament to their power and influence.

The World Government, with its 170 affiliated countries, was the largest organization in the world. It was a behemoth, a titan that held sway over the world. Under its umbrella were three institutions - the Marine, Enies Lobby, and Impel Down.

Its purpose was to regulate conflicts among countries and protect the interests of the World Nobles.

As Brontes gazed at Marijoa, shrouded in dark clouds, he couldn't help but think of the World Nobles.

They were like parasites, feasting on the lifeblood of the world. They were the disease, the rot that was slowly eating away at the world.

Zed stood at the helm of the ship, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He was silent, his thoughts hidden behind a stoic facade. The students were fully armed, their weapons at the ready. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of the journey ahead palpable.

"It smells like rotten meat here." A voice muttered.

Brontes turned to see Yoshida, one of their instructors, staring at Marijoa with a look of disgust on his face. Yoshida was a seasoned marine, his eyes hardened by years of service. His words, though muttered under his breath, echoed Brontes' own thoughts.

Yoshida caught Brontes' gaze and quickly fell silent. He offered a small smile, an unspoken acknowledgment, before turning away. His actions spoke volumes, confirming Brontes' suspicions.

"Even the marines despise the World Nobles." Brontes thought, his gaze lingering on Yoshida's retreating figure.

"They are parasites, leeching off the world. If it weren't for the resources of the World Government, perhaps the Marine would have broken free from their control and become an independent organization."

...

As the warship crossed the Red Line, a wave of excitement swept through the students.

Their next destination was the Inescapable Pirate Graveyard in the New World, a place of chaos and danger.

The sea was a lawless frontier, especially the New World. Despite the Marine's numerous bases and fortresses, they struggled to keep the pirates at bay.

The Red Line, dividing the world into two parts, was the only thing keeping the pirates from overrunning the world.

...

Their first stop was Marine Base G-1, the future location of Marineford.

As the most formidable base under Marineford, it was always manned by at least five Vice-Admirals or one Admiral. Admiral Sengoku was often stationed here, a testament to the base's importance.

The Marine was stretched thin, their high-level combat marines in short supply.

In the face of the chaotic era, they had been forced to retreat from the New World, leaving only a small group of powerful marines to lead the troops.

"The internship will last two years. During these two years, I will take you to experience the danger of the New World." Zed announced, his voice echoing through the base.

It was the first time he had spoken since they had set sail from the camp. His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

"The New World is a very dangerous and chaotic place. If you aren't careful enough, you may lose your life at any moment." He continued, his gaze sweeping over the students.

His words were a warning, a call to vigilance. The New World was a place of danger, a place where only the strongest survived.

As they disembarked at Marine Base G-1, Brontes couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The New World was a place of chaos and danger, but it was also a place of opportunity. It was a place where he could test his strength, a place where he could prove himself. He was ready to face the challenges of the New World.