Admiral Julius Schneider was, by no means, weak.
There was a reason he held the title of Admiral despite the existence of figures like Iridelle Vermillion and Roman Neuschwan within the navy.
His position had never been handed to him on a silver platter, nor had it been a matter of circumstance.
It was something he had secured through an unbroken record of excellence.
Julius Schneider had never known loss.
Not once had his career been stained, not even in his earliest years.
So when a blade was pressed against his throat, when his men fell around him before they could even comprehend what was happening, when their deaths came so swiftly that their families would never know the moment they were gone, Julius Schneider did not feel fear.
He felt anger.
Rage surged through his chest, and in that instant, his stigmata activated.
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