Grand Line

Although he had sensed that Kaze would become a nuisance on the Grand Line in the future, given Garp's current situation,

there was simply no way for him to eliminate Kaze.

Forget eliminating Kaze here—even his own subordinates were beyond his protection.

After speaking with Kuzan for a while, Garp left his room.

But even after returning to bed, Garp still could not sleep.

He stared at the ceiling.

The Four Emperors and the Seven Warlords of the Sea in the New World alone were enough to give Marine Headquarters a headache.

And now, a Land of Fire had emerged.

With Kaze's personality, he would never offer Heavenly Tribute to the Celestial Dragons.

No...

Garp shook his head slightly.

It was not merely that Kaze was unwilling to offer Heavenly Tribute.

He wanted nothing more than to overthrow the Celestial Dragons.

And proclaim himself king over the Grand Line.

In a sense, Kaze and Rocks from back then

were practically the same kind of person.

But in the end, he was already over eighty years old.

If Sengoku had not repeatedly persuaded him to stay,

he would have long wanted to retire from the Marines and return to East Blue to live out his old age.

"Forget it."

At that thought, Garp decided not to worry about Kaze anymore.

He had already stopped the Rocks Pirates' madness in his own era.

As for Kaze, that was something the next generation should worry about.

If the World Government truly could do nothing about the Land of Fire,

then that was the World Government's problem.

With that, Garp cast the matter of the Land of Fire to the back of his mind and soon drifted into sleep.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Koby