Vice Admiral Garp and the other Marine vice admirals had arranged to meet on an unnamed deserted island somewhere in the New World.
After all, they had witnessed the terrifying power of the Final Weapon in Imu's hands. If their location were exposed, they would probably be blasted into the sky in a single shot, just like Marineford.
So, like the NEO Marines, the Marines could only find a hidden place to lie low and wait for the final battle to begin.
When Bright brought the Marines here, he saw crude wooden huts already built across the deserted island, with tens of thousands of different voices echoing over it.
"Mr. Garp! Granny Tsuru!"
Since they had not deliberately concealed their tracks, the people on the island quickly noticed Bright's group arriving.
Several men and women still wearing Marine uniforms and Vice Admiral insignia walked out of the rooms and waved at Bright's group above.
Of course, they were mainly waving at Vice Admiral Garp and the others.
"You've worked hard!"
Vice Admiral Garp leaped straight down from Bright's cloud.
The old hero, his hair already completely white, wore an extremely complicated expression.
There was comfort, regret, dejection, and joy.
The organization they had once served had betrayed them, and the once-mighty Marines had now split apart.
The old friend who had once led the Marines forward had even sacrificed himself.
But fortunately, there was still a group of powerful and upright warriors willing to follow them, willing to follow true justice.
"You already know what kind of enemy we'll be facing next, right?"
Vice Admiral Tsuru also jumped down. The Marines' greatest strategist asked calmly.
"Of course!"
One of the Marine vice admirals answered solemnly, "Even if it's the World Government we once protected, as long as they stand against