If Your Mind is Made Up, Then Follow Me!!!

"You..."

Upon hearing those words, Garp's pupils began to tremble violently.

He didn't know what to say.

But when he saw the resolute look in Austin's eyes and his clenched fists, he knew there was nothing left to say.

After all, he had watched this kid grow up since he was a cub. Garp understood what he meant.

His head lowered slightly.

"Though I don't know what happened, I understand you. You would never joke about something like this, Austin..."

He murmured, then raised his head.

"But I am a Marine. If you want to cause a scene, then step over my corpse first!!!"

Garp's cape of justice fluttered slowly as his burly body moved forward, walking straight toward Austin.

Austin merely stood there in silence.

Two men who stood at the pinnacle of Haki among the Marines—one old, one young—now faced each other like this.

Garp clenched his teeth tightly.

Austin lowered his gaze, then finally took a step forward.

"Bang—"

There was no Haki mixed into it, nor did he use any Devil Fruit ability. Relying solely on the strength gained from practicing Fist Bone, Austin punched Garp.

The sheer force sent him flying, smashing him into a building and completely out of sight.

One did not put any strength into it; the other did not want to block.

The "Marine Heroes" who represented two eras settled their conflict in the simplest way possible.

Only Sengoku, standing atop a distant building, showed a change in expression when he saw this.

But in the end, his face returned to calm.

"Sigh... We did watch him grow up, after all..."

Sengoku closed his eyes, slowly turned around, and walked back to the Fleet Admiral's office.

Garp had been sent flying with a single punch.

The other Marines who had not