The next day, Mary Geoise.
Five figures dressed in suits or kimonos had gathered in a solemn room.
One of them murmured, "Another born monster? We have to snuff him out as soon as possible."
The bald old man in a kimono wiped the First Generation Kitetsu in his hand and quietly said, "In that case, temporarily transfer the Paramecia user Sengoku requested from CP to him!"
"Seraphim form..."
"Has it appeared before?" the blond, middle-aged man asked his senior colleagues.
"No." The bald man with a pair of white mustaches beneath his nose answered gravely.
As the oldest among them, he had never heard of the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Seraphim form.
The man in a black hat, a scar at the corner of his eye, leaned on his cane with both hands. A hard-to-describe expression flickered in his eyes as he offered his opinion.
"Perhaps it's a recently emerged Fruit!"
"Devil Fruits are the products of humanity's desire to evolve."
"Angels exist in some form in every religion, so the appearance of the Seraphim Fruit isn't strange."
"The born monster, Shanks, and that demon with a special identity whose whereabouts remain unknown..." The old man with a goatee stood to one side, his expressionless voice continuing, "All three are major sources of trouble..."
"What about the bounties? Should we follow Sengoku's proposal?" another asked.
The bald old man with the sword said impassively, "Have Morgans conceal the battle between the Seraphim user and Garp. The monsters in the New World mustn't find out about this."
"Lower the bounty a little. Until the target is killed, there's no need for anyone outside the World Government to know so much!"
Among the magnificent buildings of Mary Geoise.
An old man with white hair and luxurious clothes adorned with black