"They still have six people that powerful here today."
Sengoku straightened his already upright back, his gaze complicated as he surveyed Marineford, a place he had once known so well, now changed beyond recognition.
An indescribable sense of loss lingered on his face.
If they had not chosen to leave the Marines back then, if they had chosen to comply...
Perhaps he would have been standing where Sakazuki stood now.
But unfortunately, because of the choices his closest friends had made, because of the uncompromising justice in their hearts, they had ultimately parted ways with the World Government.
Even though the facts had proven time and again that the current World Government truly was on the right path.
Even though reality had cruelly shown them that they were old now, unable to keep pace with this era.
But what did that matter?
Since Ross had already accomplished everything they had wanted to do in their lives, all in his own way...
Since this world truly was more orderly than it had been ten years ago...
They had no regrets left.
At least, in the final moments of their lives, they could still put everything on the line for the people they cared about.
"That old bastard Zephyr still sits like that. Not a shred of decorum."
Garp grinned broadly and flexed his callused iron fists. A gleam of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes as he stared straight at Zephyr on the first tier of the Execution Platform.
Impatient and hot-tempered by nature, he immediately leaped high off the ship's rail, shouting excitedly:
"Jace! Grandpa's here to save you!"
"Grandpa!"
On the Execution Platform, Jace watched Garp's familiar figure leap into the air. Everyone's arrival had already left him overwhelmed, barely holding back his tears. Now he could no longer