The salty sea breeze brushed against your face as you stood on the deck of the Marine warship. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an orange hue across the sky and the vast ocean. The ship gently rocked with the waves, a comforting rhythm that reminded you of countless adventures and battles fought alongside my comrades.

Soon enough, the sound of boots against the wooden deck made me turn. There she was, walking towards you with that determined stride you knew so well. Isuka approached, her long vermilion hair was tied back, and her Marine coat flapped in the breeze. Her piercing eyes, which could command respect and instill fear in pirates, softened as they met mine.

— Been a while. She said, a small smile playing on her lips.

— I thought your little injury would keep you bed-bound forever. You wish. Isuka added a chuckle.

The both of you leaned against the railing, looking out at the sea. The last time you had been together was during the intense pursuit of some runaway pirate crews. The mission had been grueling, leading to a gruesome injury that kept you out of your duties for months, but you both did emerge victorious in the end.

— Do you... by any chance, miss the old days? Isuka suddenly asked, contemplative.

— Training with the Marines. Getting our ranks and badges. Missions like at Minion Island. Y'know, times where the world seemed to be against us?