A month later, Marine Headquarters.
No matter how much time passed, Marineford had not changed in the slightest. Like the pillar that steadied the seas left behind by Yu the Great when he tamed the floods, it had stood unwavering for centuries, majestic and solemn, suppressing the surging tides of the era.
Today, at the top of Headquarters' fortress, Sengoku sat in his office, reading the documents in his hands.
After a long while, he set the files down and said to Tsuru, "I'll leave the interrogations to you, Tsuru. Make sure you dig out as much intelligence as possible! If you can, uncover the true identity of the boss behind them as well!"
"Understood!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru solemnly accepted the assignment and nodded to show that she understood.
Her Wash-Wash Fruit could not only be used for offense; it could also affect the mysterious realm of the "mind," washing away a person's "evil" and leaving behind their purest "good." But since it was a power that controlled the mind, it could not be used on soldiers, much less publicized widely, lest it cause panic.
But if the target was a criminal, there was no need to hold back...
Baroque Works threatened not only the Grand Line, but every corner of the Four Blues as well. It could be said that, aside from the New World, traces of their presence could be found everywhere! If they could be wiped out in one sweep, the benefits would speak for themselves.
Daz Bones had been awake for half a month, and Traine had been responsible for interrogating him. But since the former had been trusted with such an important task by Crocodile, there was no doubt his lips were tightly sealed. So Garp waved a hand and decided that since he would