On the warship. Evening light settled over the deck.
The gangplank was lowered, and Raifeng stepped down from the ship, followed closely by several Marines.
At the same time—
Inside Marine Headquarters, in a quiet office.
Garp sat slouched in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
"Zzz…"
"Zzz…"
His thunderous snoring echoed through the room.
Several documents lay scattered across the desk in front of him.
Among them—
A freshly delivered mission report.
Suddenly, Garp's eyelids twitched.
His snoring stopped.
One eye opened.
Then the other.
"Hm…?"
"What time is it…"
He scratched his head and glanced around lazily.
Then his gaze landed on the documents.
"…A report?"
Garp frowned and reached out, grabbing it.
"The White Bear Pirates?"
He flipped through the pages casually, expression relaxed—almost careless.
At first.
But gradually—
His brows furrowed.
His eyes widened.
"Huh?"
He turned another page.
Then another.
The more he read—
The stranger his expression became.
"…Annihilated?"
"All of them?"
Garp froze.
He stared at the report.
Then rubbed his eyes hard.
"…Did I read that wrong?"
He picked it up again.
And reread it.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Word by word.
The room fell completely silent.
After a long moment—
Garp lowered the report.
His face was filled with disbelief.
"…No survivors?"
"…One person?"
"…A child?"
His mouth twitched violently.
"…Huh?!"
He slapped the report onto the desk.
Then immediately picked it up again.
"…Raifeng?"
"This name…"
"…Isn't that Dragon's kid?"
Garp stared at the name, his expression growing increasingly strange.
"A pirate crew with a bounty over a hundred million…"
"…Wiped out?"
"…By that brat alone?"
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
"…This has to be a dream."
"…I must still be asleep."
He raised his hand—
And slapped himself hard across the face.
Smack!
"…Ow!"
Garp clutched his cheek, eyes wide.
"…That hurt?"
"…So I'm not dreaming?"
He grabbed the report again, scanning it rapidly now.
The more he read—
The deeper the shock in his eyes grew.
"Six Powers…"
"…Already mastered?"
"…At that age?"
Garp's lips trembled.
"…That damn brat…"
"…What the hell did he go through?"
He leaned forward suddenly, glaring at the report as if it might lie to him.
"No."
"No way."
"This has to be wrong."
He grabbed another document—
A supplementary report—
And read it as well.
Once more, the room fell silent.
Only the sound of pages turning could be heard.
After finishing—
Garp leaned back again.
This time, he didn't speak at all.
After a long while, he finally muttered:
"…Dragon."
"That son of yours…"
"…Is even more terrifying than you were."
He exhaled deeply.
Then—
Suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The laughter echoed throughout the office—loud and unrestrained.
It carried shock.
Amazement.
And a faint trace of pride.
"Hah…"
"…So that's how it is."
Garp leaned back, grinning broadly.
"…No wonder."
"…No wonder Sengoku's been acting so strange."
At that moment—
Knock. Knock.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a Marine officer stepped inside.
"Vice Admiral Garp."
"The boy has arrived."
Garp's laughter stopped instantly.
"…Arrived?"
He stood up at once.
"Where is he?"
"At the training grounds."
Garp's grin widened, eyes gleaming.
"Good."
"…Very good."
He rolled his shoulders.
Crack. Crack.
"Let's go."
"I want to see for myself."
"…Just what kind of monster that brat has become."
With that, Garp strode out of the office—
Leaving behind the mission report on the desk.
And one line that stood out unmistakably:
Mission Result: Enemy Crew Eliminated.
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