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Chapter 67: Come On, Let's Wreak Havoc
On the execution platform.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's perpetually calm face was, for the first time, awash with a turbulent storm.
Veins bulged on his temples.
He could feel it!
He could feel it with his peerless Observation Haki!
The aura of that Garp on the enemy ship: that brutish, tyrannical, unreasonable aura... was identical to his old friend who had been sitting beside him for decades!
No!
Sengoku's pupils shrank.
It's not the same!
This Garp... is stronger!
Because he's younger!
If the Garp beside him was a majestic mountain that had weathered countless storms, still imposing but showing signs of wear...
Then the Garp on the enemy ship was an erupting, violent volcano, filled with endless, boundless vitality!
"Garp..."
Sengoku turned his head with difficulty, looking at the "real Garp" beside him. He squeezed the words through his teeth.
"What... is going on?!"
Garp, seated, had lost all his usual laziness.
He stared at that other "him" in the distance, his eyes filled with an unprecedented shock and confusion.
"I... I don't know..."
At the Admirals' seats.
Kizaru Borsalino's sleazy, lazy face had completely collapsed.
He pushed his sunglasses, his mouth forming an exaggerated 'O'.
"Oooooh... This is... really... scary..."
"This aura... It's Mr. Garp, right? But... it feels like it's about to explode..."
Akainu Sakazuki's face was so dark it could drip ink.
His muscles tensed. Magma flowed slowly beneath his arms, radiating an intense heat.
"An enemy trick... but... this power... What a joke!"
Aokiji Kuzan, however, had one hand covering his face, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Others just sensed it. He had experienced it!
This familiar, yet strange, terrifying pressure. It was exactly the same as the white-haired kid he had faced in the East Blue!
"Hey, hey... no way..."
On the other side.
On the main mast of the Moby Dick.
The World's Strongest Man, Whitebeard (Edward Newgate), gripped his Supreme Grade blade, Murakumogiri. His Yonko's dignity was replaced by a profound suspicion.
He and Garp... were rivals who had fought their whole lives!
No one was more familiar with the Marine Hero's aura!
The Garp before him... was definitely not an imposter!
That unique Haki, a mix of boldness and iron, couldn't be faked!
But...
Why did it feel so wrong?
Why was this old bastard's aura... so full of vitality?
It was like...
...like they were back in their youth, fighting recklessly on the high seas!
"Gurararara..."
Whitebeard let out a strange laugh. He stared at Garp, his eyes terrifyingly sharp.
"Garp! You old bastard!"
"Is this your surprise for me?!"
"You even got younger!"
Whitebeard's thunderous words quieted the entire battlefield.
Everyone heard it.
The World's Strongest Man... had just acknowledged the imposter's identity!
Garp stopped laughing. He looked up, his sharp eyes locking onto Whitebeard on the main mast.
He looked the man up and down.
His old rival, who could once fight him until the heavens and earth split, until the seas trembled.
That full head of golden hair was long gone, replaced by a white mustache and a face full of deep wrinkles.
That body, which could once shake islands, was now hooked up to various IV drips... like a lion trapped by time.
Garp's expression... slowly shifted from amusement to something complex.
There was a hint of nostalgia, a hint of lament, and even... an imperceptible trace of pity.
"Newgate..."
He spoke. His voice was low, but it carried clearly across the deck of the Moby Dick.
"Have you really... gotten this old?"
The words... were like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, setting off a massive wave!
"Bastard! What did you say!"
"How dare you disrespect Pops!"
"Kill him!"
The surrounding Whitebeard commanders exploded in rage, charging forward with killing intent.
However, they were stopped by a wild laugh.
"Gurarararara!"
Whitebeard roared with laughter. His voice was filled with an incomparable Haki and boldness, suppressing all his sons' anger.
He looked down, his hawk-like eyes locking onto Garp on the deck, his eyes burning with fire.
"What a joke!"
Whitebeard's voice boomed like thunder, making the Moby Dick tremble!
"I am Whitebeard!"
Boom!
He slammed Murakumogiri onto the deck. An invisible shockwave exploded!
The entire world trembled at his declaration!
Garp grinned, a wild, savage smile.
"Bwahahaha! That's more like it!"
He cracked his knuckles, pop pop pop.
"You old-timer... You're not at the point where you need help standing, yet!"
"Gurararara! To deal with you Marine trashes, one hand is enough!" Whitebeard laughed, but his gaze never left Garp.
"But you, Garp!"
"What are you trying to pull, with this trick?"
Garp grinned, his smile so wild it made the surrounding pirates shiver.
"What am I trying to pull?"
He turned his head. His sharp, hawk-like eyes stared straight at the World's Strongest Man, his tone filled with a natural, tyrannical air.
"BWAHAHAHA!"
"Do you even need to ask, Newgate!"
He jabbed his thick thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the towering execution platform.
"That disobedient grandson!"
"Today, I'm... taking him home!"
These words, not amplified by any Den Den Mushi, somehow pierced through the noise, drilling into the ears of every powerhouse present.
The Moby Dick... fell silent.
All the Whitebeard Pirates... stared at Garp as if he were a monster.
Taking Ace home?
You... a Marine Hero... at Marineford... in front of the whole world... are saying you're taking a pirate... from the Marines?
Did he read the wrong script?!
"Gu..."
Whitebeard's deep eyes... first showed extreme shock. Then, that shock... turned into understanding.
"GURARARARARARA!"
A world-shaking laugh erupted from the World's Strongest Man. His laughter shook the very atmosphere, stirring the winds!
"For family, is it..."
Whitebeard looked down. His hawk-like eyes burned with an unprecedented, blazing fire. It was the look of finding... a kindred spirit!
"Garp! You old bastard!"
"Just like when you were young... still acting completely on impulse!"
"Good! Very good!"
Whitebeard raised Murakumogiri high, the blade pointed straight at Marine Headquarters!
"Sons! Did you hear that!"
"Even the Marine Hero is here to help us! What reason do we have to lose!"
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!!"
The pirates, who had been completely baffled by Garp's world-shocking declaration, were instantly ignited by Whitebird's roar!
Doubts? Confusion?
To hell with it!
The Marine Hero has defected! How can we lose this fight?!
"Charge! Save Commander Ace!"
"Kill those Marines!!"