Garp Battles Aizen

Garp stood there.

All ten figures had collapsed.

They had lost too much power and could no longer take part in the war ahead.

"Leave the rest to me."

Garp spoke in a low voice.

He had not been unconscious during his severe injuries. He had heard all of their conversations.

He also knew of their sacrifices.

"Since you know everything," Hiruko said in a deep voice, "then you must keep your promise."

"Yeah." Garp waved a hand. "I know. I'll go find that bastard Aizen."

As he spoke, Garp looked at Hiruko. "Don't you need to install some kind of monitoring device on me?"

The corners of his mouth curled up. "Though I can't guarantee I won't damage it."

Hiruko shot him a cold glance. "I already put it in."

Did he really think surgery would leave nothing behind?

"Is that so?" Garp slammed his fists together.

Since they had already made their preparations, there was nothing for him to think about.

He walked outside.

A layer of white light covered the surroundings. Anything from outside that touched the membrane would instantly be torn to pieces.

"Gurararara." Though Whitebeard was smiling, his eyes were cold as he looked at Garp.

"Garp."

Garp nodded to Whitebeard, then turned to look at the battle tearing apart the sky above.

He crouched down.

Boom!

Garp instantly appeared in the sky.

The two people fighting also stopped and looked toward Garp, who had suddenly appeared.

"Six Paths?" Madara Uchiha frowned at Garp as the flames rushing toward him became ethereal and vanished.

"Garp." A faint smile appeared on Hashirama Senju's battered face.

Their side had finally gained someone at the Six Paths level.

This war could continue.

"You two keep going. I'm not here for you right now, Madara Uchiha."

Garp only gave