"Impossible!" Garp had met Uchiha Mai and the others before. Those kids had seemed pretty decent. Why would they fight Akainu?
"You must have started it," Garp said with certainty.
Sengoku's face was grim. A vicious pirate had emerged in the East Blue, and on the rare occasion they dispatched an Admiral, someone had beaten him half to death before he even reached Loguetown.
More importantly, what was going on with the Akatsuki? Weren't they hunting pirates in the East Blue?
"What exactly happened? Walk me through the fight," Sengoku continued.
Akainu's expression was equally dark as he slowly said, "That Uchiha Mai can control ice."
"Impossible! Could it be an inferior version of the fruit? But an inferior fruit shouldn't have left you in such a sorry state."
Sengoku immediately rejected his own theory.
"It's not the same ability as Kuzan's. He's far more terrifying than Kuzan. With a simple raise of his hand, he could seal off an entire stretch of sea with pillars of ice. With another movement, he could make snow fall from the sky."
"Snow?"
Sengoku sounded puzzled.
"Yes, but not ordinary snow. He seemed able to control those snowflakes. None of the other Marines were affected. They targeted me alone. After I turned my hands into magma, a single snowflake landed on them and froze both hands, then the ice rapidly spread toward my body. It's a terrifying ability, and an extremely effective counter to my fruit."
Sengoku held his forehead.
He had never expected anything like this to happen.
He had assumed the Akatsuki were only as strong as pirates worth a few tens of millions of Beli, throwing their weight around against small-time pirates in the East Blue. Now he realized he had been wrong—spectacularly wrong.
Although Akainu's account was rather vague,