Marine Headquarters.
"Crocodile is dead?"
"Gecko Moria has disappeared?"
"Dark King Rayleigh has returned to the seas?"
Looking at this string of bad news, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's expression could not help but turn grave.
The brilliant mind of the tactician Sengoku began turning nonstop as he considered the conspiracies and crises that might lurk behind these major headlines:
Why had Dark King Rayleigh come out of retirement?
And why had he attacked a Shichibukai, a legal pirate recognized by the World Government, the moment he returned? Was he trying to make a show of force against the Marines?
Would the other retired crew members of the Pirate King also make moves because of this?
The more Sengoku thought about it, the more alarmed and solemn he became. It was as though countless undercurrents were surging madly behind that exposed corner, ready at any moment to destroy the fine lands under the World Government's rule.
Since he was no longer in that position, Vice Admiral Garp, who was practically half-retired, did not share Sengoku's nervous feeling that someone was always plotting against him.
He leisurely swallowed an entire donut with a cup of hot tea before finally commenting with some emotion:
"Rayleigh?"
"I haven't seen him on the seas in a long time."
As he spoke, Garp began laughing carelessly again:
"Hahahaha! Looks like our old men's era isn't over yet!"
Sengoku looked helplessly at his old friend, who treated his office like a tea house, and could not help roaring in irritation:
"You still have the nerve to laugh?!"
"How many days has it been? That East Blue rising star you thought so highly of has already killed a Shichibukai!"
Under Sengoku's glare, Garp calmly ate another donut and said without concern:
"Isn't that a good thing? He was upholding