Captain Falstaff, as well as the other Marines in the base, looked up with widened eyes as Vital strode down the hallway, carrying Knave with his prosthetic arm. “What is this?” the Captain said, standing up and facing Vital, “what are you doing with that Marine?!” “He was the one who set the explosives in the cafeteria,” Vital responded, “I was nearby and saw him preparing to set another explosive charge.” He dropped the green-haired boy to the floor. “He’s also a Devil Fruit user.” “A Devil Fruit user?” Falstaff repeated, rubbing his chin, “Hmmm...... what’s his ability?” “FIGHT!”