Following Kizaru, the three of them arrived at the underground warehouse.
Unlike the last time, when there had only been a few of them here, the place was exceptionally lively today. Division Vice Admirals renowned across the seas gathered around the temporary stands erected along the edges, with Rear Admirals and Commodores mixed among them. They chatted in low voices as they waited for the test to begin.
Looking at them, Ron could not help thinking that if Whitebeard suddenly appeared and unleashed an Air Tremor punch, the Navy's core forces would lose at least a third of their number!!
In the open space surrounded by the stands stood a group of researchers in white lab coats. The man sitting bare-chested inside a giant machine that covered more than ten square meters was Traine, whose Power Level exceeded 6,000 but who was still only a Rear Admiral... Ahem, no need to avoid relatives when giving examples.
The moment Garp entered, Traine noticed him and immediately straightened up to salute.
"Vice Admiral Garp!"
Traine did not move his backside. Because the second-stage instrument used a greater current, it needed more complicated equipment to remain stable. Once he sat on it, he could not move until the researchers had finished setting everything up.
"Mm, I just came to watch the show. Focus on your test."
Garp waved a hand in greeting.
"Understood!"
Then he looked at Ron and nodded earnestly.
Ron nodded back in confusion as a return greeting.
"Mr. Garp, this is...?"
At that moment, a tall man wearing a justice cape walked over. His appearance was extremely unusual... Not because of his facial features, but because his upper face looked exactly like that of a Dalmatian. His two dog ears drooped even lower than his chin. The lower half of