"Puhaha."
Garp grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes. "He didn't tell you? Maybe he was afraid it'd scare you, little lady. His name carries quite a bit of weight on these seas."
Nami pressed: "What's his name?"
Garp picked his nose, unconcerned. "Monkey D. Dragon. He's a revolutionary."
"Monkey D. Dragon?!"
Nami and Vivi gasped in unison.
Smoker drew deeply on his cigar, exhaling a thick cloud. His expression was complicated.
Others might not know, but he had served at Marine Headquarters. He knew something of Dragon's past. The man had once been a Marine—in a sense, even his senior.
Then, after some major incident, he had turned his back on the Marines. By the time his name echoed across the world, he had become the World Government's most heinous criminal.
No wonder Dragon had appeared at Loguetown.
Smoker understood now.
Around them, the Marines and shipwrights erupted—even louder than when the Emperors had been mentioned.
"The Revolutionary Army's leader?!"
"The world's worst criminal?!"
"He's Vice Admiral Garp's son?! I never knew Dragon's family name!"
"Straw Hat Luffy is the Revolutionary Army leader's son?!"
Everyone was numb.
The grandson of the Marine Hero was a 600 million bounty pirate.
His son was the world's worst criminal.
What was this family?!
Pirates, Marines, Revolutionaries—three of the world's major factions, all covered by one family.
Garp seemed oblivious to the bomb he had dropped—or simply didn't care.
He stood, brushing dust from his pants.
"Well. Enough talk."
He cracked his thick neck with a pop, his usual carefree smile fading. His eyes fixed on Luffy. "Like Smoker said—next time we meet, this old man won't hold back."
Luffy looked at his grandfather. For once, he seemed uncertain. "Do we really have to fight? I don't want to hit you."
Calling him old man was one thing. Fighting his grandfather for real was another.
Garp's temper flared again. "You chose to be a pirate! You better have the resolve, brat!"
Luffy muttered under his breath: "I don't want to beat up a retired old man."
That did it.
Garp's veins bulged. "You're too cocky, brat! Let me show you this old man's still got it! Who knows if that lazy Aokiji went easy on you last time!"
He vanished.
No—he moved. So fast that an afterimage lingered.
Luffy's pupils contracted. Every nerve screamed.
Fast. Faster than when he was just hitting him.
CRACK!
A massive fist coated in Busoshoku Haki slammed into his chest.
The impact sent Luffy flying backward, feet leaving the ground.
Before he could react, Garp was above him. Another fist came down like a meteor.
Luffy twisted mid-air, forcing his body lower. His back nearly scraped the ground.
He slapped the ground with both hands, using the recoil to drive his leg upward—a spear coated in red-black Haki—aiming for the gap in Garp's guard.
Garp's fist cratered the ground, stone flying. At the same time, Luffy's kick found his stomach.
"Ungh!"
Garp grunted, his momentum checked.
Luffy's fist swung up like a cannonball, meeting Garp's blocking fist.
BOOM!
Not just flesh meeting flesh. Thunder rolled.
Red-black lightning erupted from their fists, wild snakes of power.
The air tore.
Haoshoku Haki—colliding.
Not just Armament. Two with the king's disposition, will against will, spirit against spirit.
The shockwave spread. Marines and shipwrights nearby felt their heads spin, chests tight, breath hard. Some collapsed.
Smoker watched the red-black lightning. Cold sweat ran down his face.
This family was ridiculous.
Could king's disposition be inherited?
One in a million. And here were two—grandfather and grandson—clashing.
More impressive than any Logia user.
CRACK!
CRACK CRACK!
Luffy and Garp met again and again. Each impact sent shockwaves through the air, tearing up the ground.
Luffy had said he didn't want to fight. But now? No holding back.
In Gear Second: Haoshoku-Infused Internal Fortification, he pushed speed, strength, Haki to their limits.
Garp didn't hold back either. Those iron fists could shatter mountains with each swing.
This wasn't sparring. This was a disaster.
The crowd retreated, desperate to avoid the aftershock.
As grandfather and grandson fought, elsewhere in the New World, two others with king's disposition were meeting. Their conversation could reshape the world.
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