The sun shone upon the Endless Ocean.
Aboard a majestic and imposing Wandering Ship.
"General, regarding the trade for this A-grade sea beast carcass, why don't you let your subordinate handle it? I can take a small boat. There's no need for you to go to the trouble yourself."
The loyal subordinate offered his advice, standing behind the broad-shouldered general of the Asahi.
Transactions on the Endless Ocean lacked any guarantee of safety.
Although King-level Wandering Ships conducted strength verifications when registering Hunter terminals, no one could guarantee the original owner was still the one using the terminal after the fact. For a general-class Wandering Ship, traveling two thousand nautical miles for an unsecured trade was a very unwise decision.
But the loyal subordinate would never question his general's choice.
The general was a beacon on the sea.
