"Damn it!!"
At Marine Headquarters, a furious roar from the Fleet Admiral's office echoed through the entire headquarters building. Passersby all cast strange looks toward the office, unable to understand why Fleet Admiral Sengoku was in such a terrible mood today.
"What's the point of yelling at me? I wasn't the one who sent that brat out."
Garp's expression was as infuriatingly smug as could be. Looking at Sengoku's flushed face, he laughed. "Hahaha, if you hadn't given that brat a vacation, he wouldn't have run into a shipwreck near Water 7, and none of this mess would've happened."
"..." Sengoku's lips twitched slightly. If Cipher Pol 9's target hadn't been your damn grandson, would I have given that little brat a vacation?
But even if Garp understood that, he couldn't say it aloud—whether for public or private reasons...
Their friendship forged through years of battle was not just empty talk.
With a helpless sigh, Sengoku looked around the otherwise empty Fleet Admiral's office and said softly, "All we can do now is hope that brat knows his limits. If he causes too much trouble, the World Government will definitely hold him accountable."
"Don't worry. At most, there'll just be a few more injured people."
A warm look surfaced in Garp's eyes, his tone filled with praise. "I really wonder what kind of environment could raise someone with that sort of character. It's hard to imagine that, in this great age of pirates, there's still a kid like him who rejects killing with both body and soul. Even when dealing with pirates, unless they're especially monstrous, he's never gone for the kill."
Sengoku nodded. That was precisely why his impression of Wu Biao had gradually changed. Though the brat was far too carefree and handled things like a complete bastard.