Right then.
Aboard a ship that had just crossed Reverse Mountain, the members of the Revolutionary Army emerged from the cabin to catch some fresh air.
Everyone was wearing a dark green cloak, which they now removed one by one, revealing their true faces. The ship sailed smoothly through the Grand Line, its hull cutting through the azure sea with a gentle swishing sound—like a stirring prelude playing out a magnificent chapter belonging to the Revolutionary Army.
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