The women of Noah gathered on the lawn.
They chatted away about magical plants and the Magical Creature Association.
Their laughter flowed like a babbling spring, crisp as silver bells—melodious and refreshing.
A cheerful atmosphere filled every corner of the grounds.
Every now and then, the thunderous explosion of a Tailed Beast Bomb rang out, adding to the liveliness.
Meanwhile.
Imu continued working in his study.
It couldn't be helped. As the ruler of the World Government, he had to stay informed about recent developments.
So his daily life basically consisted of studying, training, and reading reports.
Occasionally, he would make some time to enjoy Esdeath and Historia's tenderness, while catching up on sleep.
Fortunately, with his current strength, a few hours of deep sleep each month were enough to keep him functioning normally.
"King Punch really has nothing to do with Colorless Haki?"
Imu looked calmly at the Golden Den Den Mushi on the desk.
"My deepest apologies. I shouldn't have disturbed you before confirming it."
On the other end, Garp was also looking at the Golden Den Den Mushi in his hand, his face full of embarrassment.
At that moment, he was alone on a deserted island in the Calm Belt.
Before him lay a massive ravine nearly ten meters wide and several kilometers long, cutting through almost two-thirds of the island.
It was the mark left behind when Elizabello II, under Fugaku Uchiha's control, used the King Punch once again.
Magellan, who had come along afterward, escorted the listless Elizabello II back to Impel Down.
Fugaku Uchiha had completed his task as well. After taking down Garp's Den Den Mushi number, he happily boarded a spacecraft back to Wano Island.
But Garp was in no such good mood.
Because that flash of blue lightning had not appeared