"Hooo~"
"Hooo~"
Borsalino blew on the hot steam rising from the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and then looked at Sengoku with a grin. "Mr. Sengoku, this tea of yours tastes really wonderful~"
"It's a special supply for the Fleet Admiral, of course it tastes good," Sengoku said.
"A special supply for the Fleet Admiral, is it?"
Borsalino paused for a moment, then smiled. "Then I suppose I'm quite fortunate~"
He never thought that he, a Marine Admiral, would one day have the chance to drink such tea.
"Ahahahaha, this really is good stuff," Garp said with a loud laugh. "Then I'll just be taking it!"
"Hahahaha!"
As he spoke, Garp reached out his large hand, intending to take Sengoku's tea, box and all, but was blocked midway by Sengoku's hand.
"You bastard, trying to take my tea again," Sengoku roared, his mouth wide like a shark's. "This is the last box!"
Whether he'd ever get his hands on this kind of tea again was uncertain, and yet this bastard still wanted to take it... What a complete bastard!
"So what?"
Garp picked his nose and said, "Isn't tea meant for drinking?"
Sengoku: ???
So because it's not his, he doesn't feel the pain, is that it!
At this thought, veins immediately bulged on Sengoku's forehead, and he slammed a fist into Garp's body.
Thump!
Garp, having been punched, was sent flying right into the sofa.
Garp: ???
Garp looked at Sengoku with a face full of question marks. Why did this guy suddenly resort to violence?
He wasn't like this before.
"I've already submitted my application to resign as Fleet Admiral, so there's no need to hold back anymore," Sengoku snorted. "If you try to snatch it again, I'll beat you again!"
Garp fell silent for a moment, then grinned. "Heh, now that's more like it."
With that, the old man shot up from the sofa and immediately lunged at Sengoku.
Just like that, the two old men, with a combined age of over a hundred, started fighting in the office, leaving Borsalino completely dumbfounded.
Borsalino: ...
Should he be leaving right about now?
Just then, the Den Den Mushi on the desk suddenly rang.
"Purupurupuru~"
"Purupurupuru~"
"Purupurupuru~"
"A Den Den Mushi?"
Sengoku, who had just been punched by Garp, glanced at the desk and muttered, "Who would be calling me at this hour?"
"Could it be that the notice of my resignation as Fleet Admiral has arrived?"
Casually pushing Garp aside, Sengoku got up and walked toward the Den Den Mushi.
"Kacha."
"This is Sengoku," Sengoku said sternly.
"Pfft~"
Seeing Sengoku trying to maintain a serious expression despite the black eye Garp had given him, Garp couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The Five Elders: ???
What was that?
Did someone just laugh?
Sengoku immediately glared at Garp, signaling the bastard to be quiet, or he'd be in for it.
"Who is with you?" Saint Saturn asked with a frown.
"It's Garp and Borsalino."
"Them, huh..."
Hearing that the bastard Garp was there, Saint Saturn's eyelid twitched subconsciously.
However, he didn't say much more, giving some face to Sengoku, the soon-to-be-retired Fleet Admiral.
Seeing that Saint Saturn wasn't speaking, Saint Shepherd said, "Borsalino's injuries should be healed by now."
"He's fine now," Sengoku said.
With Borsalino's monstrous constitution, about ten days was more than enough time for him to recover.
"Have Borsalino come to the Holy Land."
"Me, go to the Holy Land?"
Borsalino was taken aback, then said in surprise, "Did something happen there?"
It wasn't time for the World Conference, so why did they want him to go to the Holy Land?
"The Blood-Eyed Ninja has invaded Mary Geoise, killed several Celestial Dragons, and then released the slaves," Saint Shepherd said. "So we need an Admiral-level combatant to suppress him."
Hearing Saint Shepherd's words, all three men present showed expressions of astonishment, clearly not expecting the Blood-Eyed Ninja to dare do such a thing.
This was beyond audacious; this was an attempt to tear a hole in the heavens!
However...
'Why does this feel so satisfying?' Garp muttered to himself.
Upon hearing the news that a few pieces of trash had been killed, Garp found it hard to control his expression.
Seeing Garp about to laugh out loud again, Sengoku turned and stomped on his foot, then clamped a hand over Garp's mouth, preventing him from making a sound.
After doing this, Sengoku finally said, "For the Blood-Eyed Ninja to dare commit such an audacious act, he must be eliminated!"
"Indeed, he must be eliminated."
Saint Shepherd was very satisfied with Sengoku's reaction. That was what a qualified Fleet Admiral should say.
Then, he said, "By the way, is that fellow Aokiji around? Have him come along as well."
"Aokiji is out on a mission and won't be back for a while," Sengoku said.
"To be on a mission at a time like this..."
Saint Shepherd felt a headache coming on. What kind of mission was he on at this time?
But when he thought about the current state of the three Admirals, he couldn't say much more.
After all... a few days ago, Aokiji was the only Marine Admiral who could be mobilized, so it was normal for him to be on a mission.
"Then let..."
Saint Shepherd's words caught in his throat as he suddenly remembered that Garp had been dismissed from his post.
And with that bastard's personality, he probably wouldn't do them any favors.
Thinking of this, Saint Shepherd didn't mention Garp again.
Then, he said, "Then have Borsalino come to the Holy Land quickly."
With that guy's speed, he could reach Mary Geoise in no time.
By then... it would be the Blood-Eyed Ninja's time to die!
"Understood!"
"Kacha~"
Looking at the disconnected Den Den Mushi, Sengoku felt his head throbbing.
Why did something like this have to happen at this particular time? Could he not even retire in peace?
Shaking his head, Sengoku looked at Borsalino and said, "Borsalino, you should head to the Holy Land now."
"But Fleet Admiral Sengoku, my injuries haven't fully healed yet," Borsalino said with his arms crossed, grumbling. "Going to fight the Blood-Eyed Ninja in this condition could easily get me killed."
Hearing Borsalino's words, Sengoku didn't speak, just stared straight at him, making Borsalino's hair stand on end.
After a moment, Sengoku finally said, "If you don't want to go, then call those five old... the Five Elders and tell them."
"Here, the Den Den Mushi is for you."
With that, Sengoku skillfully flicked the Den Den Mushi to the other end of the table, indicating for Borsalino to make the call to the Five Elders.
Looking at the Den Den Mushi in front of him, Borsalino fell silent for a moment, then stood up from his chair with a pained expression and said, "What a pain."
He should tell the Five Elders something like that?
Don't be ridiculous!
Other than getting a severe scolding, there was no other possibility, so he wasn't going to look for trouble.
'Forget it, forget it, I'll just treat it as a business trip,' Borsalino grumbled to himself.
As he thought, Borsalino started walking toward the exit.
The Blood-Eyed Ninja...
Heh, this kid was even more daring than he had imagined.
Perhaps thinking of something, a hint of a smile flashed in Borsalino's eyes, and he pushed the door open and left.
"Young people these days are really... so scary~"
Hearing the voice from outside the door, Garp nodded in strong agreement. "He's right, the young people these days are indeed very bold."
Daring to charge into the Holy Land single-handedly... in all these years, he only knew of two.
One was Fisher Tiger of the Fish-Man race!
The other was the uncrowned king, Rocks D. Xebec!
The former charged into the Holy Land to save his fellow Fish-Men, while the latter wanted to overthrow the World Government and become the king of the world!
'Young Meiser... which one are you?' Garp murmured in his heart.
"This is more than just bold," Sengoku said. "This is simply lawless!"
Daring to rush into a place like Mary Geoise... did that kid not know what that meant?
The World Government was not to be trifled with!
"When you say that, can you at least try to wipe that smile off your face?" Garp said, his eyes narrowed.
As soon as he said this, Sengoku subconsciously wanted to laugh, but he quickly caught himself and forced it back down.
Then, Sengoku said, "Nonsense!"
"As the Marine Fleet Admiral, how could I possibly laugh at a time like this?"
"You've already submitted your resignation application."
"But it hasn't been formally accepted!" Sengoku said. "So I am still the Marine Fleet Admiral!"
Garp didn't say anything, just looked at Sengoku with the corners of his mouth turned up.
After being stared at by Garp for a while, Sengoku couldn't hold it in any longer, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curved upwards.
'Damn it, why do I feel so good hearing that those Celestial Dragon bastards are getting a beating!' Sengoku screamed internally.
Was it because he was no longer the Marine Fleet Admiral, so that layer of restraint was gone?
This feeling... this feeling actually seems pretty good!
In the end, the two old men couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing in the office.
After laughing, Sengoku wore a refreshed expression and said, "This kind of life really is good. No wonder you brat were never willing to become an Admiral."
"Hmph, I'm smart," Garp said smugly.
What was so good about being an Admiral or Fleet Admiral? Not only was your freedom restricted, but your words and actions also had to match your status. Living like that was just too boring.
So... he would rather be a free and unrestrained Navy Vice Admiral!
Seeing Garp's smug look, Sengoku felt a surge of anger.
He had been enjoying himself for decades, while he himself had been constrained for decades!
Noticing Sengoku's expression turning sour, Garp immediately said, "If you lay a hand on me again, I'll give your other eye a black eye too, you hear!"
"Heh, I'd like to see you try."
Provoked, Sengoku rolled up his sleeves and rushed toward Garp, throwing a punch!
Thump!
Garp, now with a matching black eye, was not happy at all. He rolled up his sleeves and retaliated.
Just like that, the two old children started fighting in the office without using Haki, creating a ruckus of bangs and clatters!
A moment later, the door was pushed open, and Vice Admiral Tsuru walked in from outside.
"Hm?"
Glancing at the two men grappling on the floor, Vice Admiral Tsuru was struck silent. Then, she said, "No wonder there was no response when I knocked. So you two were fighting?"
Garp, who was picking Sengoku's nose on the floor, heard her and said with a flushed face, "You're here, Tsuru."
Hearing Garp's words, Vice Admiral Tsuru understood that the two of them must have used their Observation Haki to see it was her, which was why they continued to fight so recklessly.
Then, she said, "Yes, it's me."
"Shouldn't you two let go now?"
"No, let him let go first!" Sengoku, who had Garp in a headlock, said with a pained nose. "Otherwise, I won't let go!"
"Hmph, if he doesn't let go, I won't either!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru: ...
Wait, how did Sengoku become like this too?
Was it because he had shed the duties of Fleet Admiral and was letting himself go?
Really...
With a speechless expression, Vice Admiral Tsuru walked to the side, pulled out a chair, and then said calmly, "If you two don't separate, I'll call Doberman and the others over."
As soon as she said this, Sengoku and Garp separated with extreme speed, then very naturally straightened each other's clothes.
However, as Sengoku was straightening his clothes, he noticed something was wrong.
"Bastard, you actually wiped your boogers on me?!"
Sengoku looked at Garp in disbelief. Wasn't this bastard a little too shameless?
"They're your own boogers, what are you disgusted about?" Garp said with a pout.
Sengoku: ...
Even if they were his own, he was still disgusted.
Seeing the two old men looking like they were about to start fighting again, Vice Admiral Tsuru slammed her hand on the table and said, "You two, sit down!"
Thump!
That slap not only hit the table but also struck the hearts of the two old men.
"Ahem."
The two old men coughed lightly, then sat down in their seats as if nothing had happened, clearly intending to pretend the previous events never occurred.
Of course, it would have been better if their faces weren't covered in bruises.
"A Marine Fleet Admiral and a Marine Hero, fighting in the office during the day..." Vice Admiral Tsuru said with a headache. "What am I supposed to say to you two?"
"He started it," Garp said, pointing a finger at Sengoku.
Sengoku: ???
This wasn't a child facing a teacher, what was the meaning of tattling?
"Is that the point?" Vice Admiral Tsuru said, exasperated. "What if a young person saw you?"
"So what if they saw?" Garp scratched his head and said, "We're both retired anyway, aren't we?"
Sengoku thought for a moment and, for a rare change, agreed with Garp's words.
"Makes sense."
Looking at the carefree appearance of these two old men, Vice Admiral Tsuru felt helpless for a moment.
But soon, a feeling of envy arose in her. After all... living like this was truly relaxing!
'I wonder when I'll be able to retire...' Vice Admiral Tsuru muttered in her heart.
Forget it, she'd think about retirement after she had trained a successor who could take her place.
Then, Vice Admiral Tsuru turned her gaze to Garp and said, "Garp, when do you plan to start training Smoker?"
That kid was a pretty good prospect and needed to be trained well.
At the very least... at the very least, they couldn't let the kid continue to rely on his Devil Fruit ability!
"In half a month," Garp said after thinking for a moment. "I'll give him another half a month to recuperate."
"After half a month... he won't have any time to rest!"
As if thinking of some kind of training plan, Garp grinned.
Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru exchanged a look, both silently mourning for Smoker in their hearts.
They knew just how terrifying Garp's training was.
They could only hope that the kid wouldn't be trained to death.
"By the way, I saw Borsalino leaving just now," Vice Admiral Tsuru said. "What is he off to do?"
"The Holy Land has been invaded by the Blood-Eyed Ninja," Sengoku said. "So he went to support the Holy Land."
Vice Admiral Tsuru: ???
Vice Admiral Tsuru: !!!
The Holy Land has been invaded again?
Huh?
Why did she say "again"?
Perhaps thinking of something, Vice Admiral Tsuru fell into deep thought.
'The Blood-Eyed Ninja, is it...'
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