"Deciding the winner with one move?"
Garp stood on a chunk of the deserted island, his smile inscrutable.
"Kid, don't tell me you've got some move that needs a long time to charge up before you can use it. You're pretty clever, coming up with an excuse like that."
Who said Garp was reckless?
From just two short lines of dialogue, he'd deduced so much. Garp was sharp as a tack.
Seven remained unfazed.
"What? Is the Hero of the Marines afraid?"
In truth, with Rouge and Ace as their bond, Seven and Garp were, in a sense, barely on the same side.
They shared the same wish—
That Roger's child, Ace, could grow up carefree and live a peaceful life, without getting dragged into the grudges of the older generation.
One was honoring a promise, while the other was grateful for years of care and guidance from his captain.
Garp knew all too well that the World Government liked to wipe out every last root. He reckoned he could protect Ace for, at most, another twenty or thirty years. Seven was different. If nothing unexpected happened, he could protect Ace for the rest of his life.
That is, if Seven wanted to.
Even if Dragon had a child someday, Seven might do him a favor for Ace's sake.
A seventeen-year-old Sea Emperor could live freely on the seas for the rest of his life—as long as he didn't run into Imu the way Rocks had.
A moment later, Garp raised his iron fists.
"Come on, then. I don't believe some little brat like you can pull off any earth-shattering move. I've seen everything there is to see in my life."
So what if he used Roger's Kamunabi?
During the years Garp had chased Roger, he'd taken a hundred Kamunabi