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Chapter 95: Big News, Big News!
Garp looked at the devastated coastline, then looked up at the massive sphere, and let out a long sigh.
"You brat, you've really gone and done it this time."
"This commotion... I'm afraid the whole world saw it."
Blake, completely unconcerned, took out his fishing rod again, cast his line, and said leisurely.
"Let them see. It saves me advertising fees."
"I've been too 'one of the people,' letting some folks forget what manners are!"
Garp opened his mouth, but in the end, it just turned into a bitter laugh.
Indeed, is there any more hardcore advertisement than this?
I've spent too much time with this kid. I almost forgot he's an alien, devoid of humanity!
Blake sneezed!
He looked at Garp suspiciously.
"Vice Admiral Garp, you were just thinking something rude, weren't you!"
Hmm!?
'This kid's Observation Haki is that advanced?!'
Garp burst out laughing, his laughter loud and bright, shaking the shattered reef beneath his feet.
He acted as if he didn't understand what Blake meant at all, placing a heavy hand on Blake's shoulder.
"How could I, brat! I am a Marine Hero, famous for my manners! I never speak ill of anyone!"
As if one person's testimony wasn't enough, Garp's massive hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the stiff-as-statues Kizaru and Dragon.
"Right, you two!"
He grinned, his tone enthusiastic, but the terrifying force in his arm, enough to crush steel, was passed on without reservation.
"Right, right!"
Kizaru nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, forcing a smile uglier than tears onto his face.
"Vice Admiral Garp... no, Mr. Garp! He has always been a model of etiquette! The paragon of the Marines!"
At this moment, all his dignity as an Admiral, all his lazy justice, was thrown to the wind.
He just wanted to get far away from these three monsters!
Especially the monster who had just casually squeezed a "moon" into existence!
On the other side, Dragon's face was also twitching.
He could feel the warning in Garp's arm, and even more so, the terror hidden behind Blake's calm gaze nearby.
He took a deep breath and squeezed a few words out from between his teeth.
"That's right. My father... he... is very polite."
As these words left his mouth, Dragon felt his revolutionary convictions waver.
Watching this farce deliberately staged by the three stooges, Blake rubbed his nose.
Whatever.
They're all leeks in my field anyway. So what if they're a bit crooked? I'll just have to spoil them.
"Alright, alright, I get it, you're all very polite."
Not far from that terrifying star made of islands and seawater, high in the cloudless sky...
A News Coo, holding a professional camera in its beak and wearing aviator goggles, was hovering stiffly in the air.
It had forgotten to flap its wings, relying entirely on instinct to maintain the bare minimum of flight.
Its beak was wide open, as if it could swallow an egg.
Its beady eyes reflected the "moon" hanging in the broad daylight, filled with a human-like daze and confusion.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What did I just see?
Is that? The moon!
No, it should be called a water-ball, because half of this sphere is made of seawater.
But no matter what it's called, this thing shouldn't be appearing in the East Blue!
As a professional war correspondent, it had flown through the hail of bullets in the New World, witnessed duels between Marines and pirates, and photographed the fall of kingdoms.
It thought its nerves were tough enough to face any bizarre scene in the world.
But the scene before it completely shattered its meager worldview as a bird.
It made it want to "Coo-coo-coo" a few times.
The legendary great pirate, the "Flying Pirate," Golden Lion Shiki... the man who had vied with the Pirate King Roger and Whitebeard, the man who had single-handedly invaded Marine Headquarters and destroyed half of Marineford...
Just like that...
Got squeezed into a ball and hung in the sky?
The News Coo turned its stiff neck with difficulty, aiming its telephoto lens at the small reef far below.
In the viewfinder, four figures were clearly visible.
The Marine Hero, Monkey D. Garp!
The Marine Admiral, user of the "Glint-Glint Fruit," Kizaru!
The world's most heinous criminal, leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dragon!
And... the black-haired young man who, after retracting the gravity, acted as if nothing had happened and had taken out his fishing rod to start fishing again!
Click! Click! Click!
The flash went off wildly!
This News Coo, running on pure muscle memory, permanently captured this history-making scene!
It photographed that ominous "moon"!
It photographed Shiki's twisted, terrified, and despairing face just before he was sucked in!
It photographed the stiff, horrified, and ghost-seeing expressions of Garp, Kizaru, and Dragon!
It even photographed Blake's horrifyingly calm profile, and his casual motion of casting the fishing line!
Every single photo was a nuclear bomb capable of blowing up the entire world!
"Big... Big News..."
"BIG NEWS!!!!!"
A shrill bird cry cut through the sky. The News Coo finally snapped back from its extreme shock, replaced by an unprecedented fanaticism that threatened to burn out its brain!
It trembled, pulling a small Den Den Mushi from its satchel.
Dial! I have to contact the President immediately!
...
Meanwhile.
Grand Line, on a certain Sky Island, the World Economic News Paper Headquarters.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
"It's been this long, and still no news?!"
A giant bird-man, over three meters tall and wearing a flamboyant suit, was flapping his wings angrily, sending documents on his desk flying.
It was the president of the World Economic News Paper, "Big News" Morgans.
He was currently at his wit's end over the rumor circulating in the New World's underworld about a "Marine Admiral suffering a crushing defeat in the East Blue."
"President! We've already sent all available personnel near the East Blue to verify! But... we can't find anything!" a subordinate reported, trembling.
"Can't find anything? Then go die!" Morgans roared, spittle flying. "What's the use of feeding you bunch of good-for-nothings!"
He paced back and forth anxiously, his giant bird talons scraping harshly against the floor.
As the news agency that always had its finger on the pulse of the world, to not have a single piece of information after so long... If it wasn't for Doflamingo releasing that rumor, he would have thought it was fake news from some bastard.
Moreover, Marine Headquarters had already made a move.
This news was eighty percent likely to be true!
Just then...
Buru buru buru——
Buru buru buru——
On the desk, a solid gold Den Den Mushi suddenly rang urgently.
The entire noisy office fell silent.
Everyone's gaze focused on that Den Den Mushi.
Morgans's massive form paused. He spun around and snatched the receiver.
"Speak!" His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an authority that brooked no argument. "If it's not about the East Blue, you'd better be ready to be tomorrow's roasted bird special!"
From the other end of the Den Den Mushi came a sharp, urgent voice, mixed with heavy panting and extreme excitement.
"Pre... President! It's... it's me!"
"B... Big News! It's Big News big enough to overturn the world!!!"
Morgans frowned, annoyed. "Cut the crap! Get to the point! Which Admiral? Who were they defeated by?!"
He had already assumed the East Blue intel was about the Admiral's defeat.
However, the voice on the other end screamed with all its might!
"It's not an Admiral! I mean... it's related to that! But... but this is even more explosive, President!"
"Golden Lion! It's the legendary great pirate, Golden Lion Shiki!!!"
"Golden Lion?" Morgans paused, the arrogant, cigar-chomping, floating figure flashing in his mind. "He went to the East Blue? Did he defeat the Admiral?"
That guess seemed more reasonable.
"No! No! No!!" The voice on the other end was so excited it cracked. "Shiki... he lost! President! Golden Lion Shiki... lost!!"
"What?!" Morgans's pupils shrank violently.
The Golden Lion lost? What kind of joke is that! Who could defeat that monster? Garp and Sengoku combined?
"Who was he defeated by?! Did the Marines deploy a Buster Call?! Were Garp and Sengoku both there?!" Morgans demanded.
"No... neither of those..."
The voice on the other end trembled even more, as if recounting a myth.
"It was one person... President... just one person..."
"He... he... he casually... created a moon..."
"And then... sealed the Golden Lion... inside it!!!"
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