[Current World: Magic World (Holy Grail)]
[It is said that the Holy Grail is a mystical artifact capable of granting any wish.]
[To obtain the power of the Grail, seven mages each summon a heroic spirit, engaging in brutal battle for its possession. This is the Holy Grail War.]
[However, after the Third Grail War, unbeknownst to the world, the Grail became tainted by "All the World's Evil," and now twists the holder's wish into something dark and destructive…]
[Present-day Fuyuki City.]
[The Fourth Holy Grail War has just begun.]
[Main Mission: Defeat all opponents and end the Fourth Holy Grail War.]
[Reward: 8000 points.]
[Penalty: Erasure.]
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"A world of magic... Holy Grail War... an artifact that grants wishes?"
Though Garp wasn't a fool, the glowing, translucent mission screen left him confused.
He recognized all the words, but strung together like this, they meant nothing to him.
Still, it didn't matter.
All he wanted right now was to punch that hideous old man's face.
Smash.
As though shattering glass, an invisible barrier vanished the moment Garp closed the mission screen.
At the entrance to the basement of the Matou residence, Matou Zouken had been silently watching Sakura buried under a writhing sea of crest worms. His pure white pupils suddenly narrowed in shock.
Standing atop the mass of worms was a towering man clad in a white coat and cape, a ridiculous dog-head hat on his head, who had appeared out of nowhere.
Who is this man?!
He had completely slipped past Zouken's senses and intruded into the most secret domain of the Matou household!
"Finally gone. What a pain that barrier was."
Sensing the shield's disappearance, Garp smiled and reached down, yanking Sakura out of the sea of worms with one hand.
Then, with a stomp, he leapt—walking on air—directly toward Matou Zouken.
Rokushiki: Geppo.
One of the strongest techniques from the one piece world, this high-speed movement involved kicking off the air itself to maneuver mid-air.
Though he had never eaten a Devil Fruit, Garp had trained his body to its limits, mastering powerful techniques and Haki.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zouken.
"You filthy scum…"
His voice echoed through the basement. In Zouken's decaying gaze, a fist wrapped in dark-colored Haki loomed ever larger—
—and struck his face with no chance to dodge.
Zouken's head was smashed to pieces by the overwhelming force. But there was no blood—only swarms of worms disintegrating into ash under the punch's might.
So that was it.
This guy's entire body was filled with disgusting insects.
Splat!
A sound like a watermelon exploding beneath a bat accompanied the rest of Garp's words:
"You're not even fit to be called an elder!"
Fist of Love.
With one punch, Matou Zouken was reduced to a headless corpse, his body flung backward by the sheer momentum, slamming into the wall.
"G-Grandpa…?"
Watching the scene unfold, Sakura—still held in Garp's hand—finally showed some reaction.
But the emotion that surfaced wasn't joy…
It was fear.
Poor little girl.
Seeing her expression, Garp's eyes flashed with both anger and compassion.
He adjusted his silly dog-head hat, reached out, and gently ruffled Sakura's short lavender hair.
"Become my granddaughter!"
"…?"
Sakura's eyes were filled with fear. She instinctively broke free from Garp's hand, staggering back a few steps—almost falling back into the worm pit.
Seeing this, Garp let out a hearty laugh like a bandit, hoisted her onto his shoulder without hesitation, and strode boldly out of the basement, ignoring her resistance.
Seriously—was this guy really a Marine?
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After Garp left, from the severed stump of Zouken's neck crawled out a grotesque, twisted insect.
This was his true body.
In his pursuit of immortality, Zouken had reduced himself to a parasitic monster, living by hijacking host bodies.
"Damn it… who the hell was that guy… That strength… he might be on par with a Heroic Spirit…"
"Sakura… I'll just change bodies again… I'll take her back…"
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Later That Night – Fuyuki City Streets
Neon lights glowed between towering buildings. Cars zipped across smooth asphalt roads.
It was a world vastly different from the world Garp knew.
Walking the bustling streets, Garp looked around in amazement, mouth agape like a village elder visiting a grand palace for the first time.
"So I really did arrive in another world… Even Transponder Snail can't get a signal here."
He scratched the back of his head and laughed heartily.
If he couldn't go back home… well, that'd be a bit troublesome.
Meanwhile, Sakura had gone quiet. She sat silently on his shoulder like a lifeless doll.
Even when Garp spoke, she acted as if she hadn't heard him at all.
There was no light in her eyes—only a hollow obedience.
A girl abandoned by her biological father, who was given away and then subjected to inhuman torment.
All she had learned… was to endure.
She was nothing like the cheerful, lively girls her age.
Seeing this shut-in, broken child, Garp spoke gently, like a kindly grandfather.
"Oh, right! I forgot to ask your name."
Sakura remained silent.
"Guess she doesn't like me, hahaha! Well, then I'll give you a name myself—"
Perhaps not wanting that, the silent girl finally whispered.
"…Sakura."
"Sakura? That's a lovely name. Since you're my granddaughter now, let's add my family name!"
Garp grinned, flashing a row of gleaming white teeth and giving her a big thumbs-up.
"Monkey D. Sakura! Sounds great, doesn't it? I have two grandsons already—I'll introduce you later. They're about your age, and I bet you'll get along great, hahahaha!"
Sakura remained expressionless.
Just then, from the shadows of a nearby alley…
A handsome young man with orange hair observed the two of them. A flicker of twisted excitement flashed through his eyes.
His lips curled into a manic smile, and he spoke in a disturbingly giddy tone.
"What a harmonious grandpa-granddaughter pair… What a lovely little girl… If I locked them in a room together, would I witness that beautiful despair birthed from broken hope? The scream of flesh being torn—ah, what a divine offering that would be, boss…"
Beside him—in a space invisible to normal humans—stood a figure in a voluminous robe.
His bulging, frog-like eyes rolled madly in their sockets as the wizard grinned in eerie delight.
"Perfect targets. I'll show you a new form of death's beauty, Ryuunosuke."
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