Vice Admiral Garp's entire face had turned bright red, veins bulging on his forehead. His right hand clenched the stack of documents so tightly that he nearly crushed the thick pile of papers.
"It's been a long time since I last saw Mr. Garp this angry."
Admiral Kizaru spoke with deep feeling. "Even when we went after Roger back then, he had a smile on his face."
But now, his rage was already impossible to contain.
"If you still don't believe it, go up there and see for yourselves."
Bright raised a hand and pointed toward the sky where that colossal object hovered. "Tens of thousands of modified monsters are up there right now."
"At this point, it seems there is no reason left to doubt it."
Vice Admiral Garp's chest heaved violently, his breathing audible even from the farthest corners of the conference hall. Everyone could see the man's anger and confusion.
"So, Government, I think you need to give us an explanation!"
Hero Garp demanded loudly, "Why must the people who fought for the World Government be treated like this? Why were they made to lie on cold operating tables like rats, toyed with until they died?"
If they had died fighting enemies, there would have been nothing to say. Dying on the battlefield was a soldier's fate.
But being persecuted by their own people, discarded like trash by those they had served and protected—how could anyone possibly accept that calmly?
"I see."
Admiral Fujitora sighed, sheathed his sword, and simply sat down cross-legged on the floor.
"Brother Issho?"
Ryokugyu looked at him in surprise.
"I no longer know what to do. So for now, let's rest awhile."
Admiral Fujitora sighed. "We can talk again once we find a direction to move forward in."
"That's true."
Ryokugyu also