Koby sat in his office at SWORD's HQ, happily reading a book. His appearance was messier than usual, his uniform partially unbuttoned, his hair shaggy, and he even sat unproffesionaly.

He was relaxing, enjoying a moment of quiet peace. Even with all the ruckus in the New World, the citizens of the Grand Line remained safe. Koby was happy to feel a sense of security in knowing the marines were doing their duties.