When I first joined the organization, the headquarters hadn't been developed yet. The troops lacked training and combat experience, and most importantly, they lacked weapons and equipment, and money. The factory workshops, there wasn't one. Swords, cannons, everything was salvaged junk from the navy and pirates. Even then, not everyone could get one, some even went to the front lines with pipes. I went to the leader to ask for some, guess what he said? 'No money, but you can have one life! Your boy, see how much my head is worth, go chop it off and use it for infrastructure!' You know, I really wanted to chop it... Your head is worth a lot in the navy, but I can't beat you. But without money, we still have to live, right? ...So, slowly, we got everything. Gatling guns, magnetic...