Wait for Your Grandson to Take a Beating!

"..."

The atmosphere on the parade ground was bizarre. Wright lay twitching on the ground, his mind gradually being filled with blinding pain as his sense of justice took a beating...

A-Agh, ouch, ouch, ouch...

Who am I? Where am I? What happened to me?

I am Wright! A Marine Headquarters major!

Vice Admiral Old Man Garp had actually lashed out and injured someone out of nowhere?!

This was Marine Headquarters! The training camp parade ground! Seated up there were one fleet admiral, two admirals, and a bunch of vice admirals! How could he, how dared he, how could that old bastard Garp...

Damn it, was there anything he didn't dare do?!

What on earth just happened?!

Was this old bastard still laughing? How utterly arrogant! This was completely unbearable! This mister right here was definitely going to...

"Uh... Vice Admiral Garp? Um, hello there? Hahaha..."

Struggling, he cast one... two Holy Light Spells to heal himself to full. Wright scrambled up and offered a flattering smile. "Um... how could I possibly not answer you, right? I was just... too... too excited, yep, that's right, I was too excited, so I froze up!"

"Whatever you said, I agree to it, I agree to all of it, hahaha..."

"..."

Ha, the way of survival, who didn't know it!

"Oh? You're the one who said it, kid Wright!" Garp picked his nose with his right pinky and turned to shout at Sengoku, "Hey! Sengoku! You heard him, this kid agreed to come with me, you're not allowed to assign him to anyone else!"

"...?"

What the hell? Go with Old Man Garp? Join Garp's command? No way, my target was Kuzan, dammit! Admiral Sengoku, please absolutely do not agree to this!

"..." Sengoku glared fiercely at Garp. "Damn you, Garp! Get back here right now! What do you look like in front of the juniors!"

"As for Wright... are you sure he agreed voluntarily?"

"Isn't he?" Garp turned back to look at Wright, blowing on his fist.

"...Um, reporting to Admiral Sengoku... I... I am indeed... voluntary!"

If you're volunteering, I'll eat my Justice Coat!

Sengoku covered his forehead. "Fine, let's just leave it at that..."

"Brother Kong, I've made a fool of myself for you again. I'll deal with this bastard Garp the moment I get back..."

"No matter, no matter!" Fleet Admiral Kong laughed heartily. "I'm just here to observe, you can decide the personnel assignments however you like. The elites of this batch are so full of vitality, I'm quite reassured having Garp take care of them, hahaha!"

Giving them to Garp is precisely what makes me even more unreassured, dammit!

No, I have to rescue Rosinante!

Sengoku thought for a moment and said, "There are three devil fruit users in this batch. Garp, you've already claimed one, leave the other two for the others."

"Smoker, Rosinante, you understand the philosophies of the various vice admirals now. What are your thoughts?"

"Reporting to Admiral Sengoku! I hope to join Vice Admiral Kuzan's command!" Smoker didn't hesitate—he and Kuzan already had a pretty good relationship.

"Admiral Sengoku... I have some other thoughts, and I hope to speak with you alone." Rosinante, however, made a different choice.

"..."

Sengoku looked at Rosinante's solemn and resolute face, remained silent for a long time, and slowly nodded. "Then we'll discuss your matter last."

"The three devil fruit users have been arranged. Next, starting from the remaining seven members of the elite squad, state your intentions in order!"

During the time that followed, the training camp cadets chose to join the vice-admiral squads that aligned with their own philosophies. Wright, meanwhile, huddled together with Smoker and Rosinante with a gloomy expression. "Sigh, I originally wanted to go under Vice Admiral Kuzan and be free and easy... Now look at this, Old Man Garp is definitely going to beat me to death!"

"Then why did you still go?" Smoker asked in surprise, while also feeling a tiny bit of fortune—if Wright had gone to Kuzan's side, Admiral Sengoku might have reassigned him to another vice admiral's command.

Rolling his eyes and glaring at Smoker, Wright said resentfully, "Old Man Garp didn't say two words before charging straight in to fight. Do you think he wouldn't have beaten me half to death on the spot if I hadn't agreed?"

"Can't you heal yourself? It doesn't matter if you're crippled, it's not like he was beating you to death."

"..."

Smoker, have you gotten full of yourself lately? Are your brains short-circuiting just a little because all the big shots are here today and you don't dare smoke a cigar? Do you want this mister to give you a slash of friendship or not?!

Catching a glimpse of Wright's increasingly dangerous gaze, Smoker wisely changed the subject. "Rosy, what are you thinking? Are you really not going to pick any of these vice admirals?"

Rosinante, who had been silent the whole time, opened his mouth. He habitually reached out for a cigarette, but stopped himself with a shudder as it all came back to him, and hurriedly tucked the cigarette away.

On the viewing platform, Garp and Kong gloated as they watched Sengoku retract his sharp gaze—which had been fixed on the cigarette in Rosinante's hand—while Sengoku's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Smoker, completely unaware that he had already caught the eye of the big boss, touched the cigar inside his chest pocket, suppressed the urge to take it out, and looked at Rosinante instead.

Rosinante sighed. "I... have a mission I must complete, there is something I have to do, and I'm the only one who can possibly do it..."

"Oh?" Smoker was about to press further when Wright raised a hand to stop him. "Smoker, who doesn't have a little backstory of their own, right?"

"Go ahead and do what you have to do, Rosy. Don't forget to develop your ability. If you really push your ability to that extent... you might actually be able to pull off what you want to do."

"If you run into anything you can't handle, let us know, the brothers will help you sort it out together!"

The graduation ceremony came to an end. The cadets... the graduates finally bid farewell to Chief Instructor Zephyr, and followed their new direct superiors off to their respective posts.

Rosinante was taken away by Sengoku for a private conversation in his office. Old Man Garp, however, didn't run over to Sengoku's office to freeload on rice crackers and tea; instead, he stood watching the retreating figures of Sengoku and Rosinante, falling into a daze.

"..."

Other people didn't know, but Wright knew, and Wright knew that he knew...

Rosinante was Sengoku's adopted son. Sengoku had never married, and treated him as his own flesh and blood.

As for Rosinante's full name—Donquixote Rosinante, he was a descendant of the Twenty Kings, the second son of former Celestial Dragon Donquixote Homing, and the biological younger brother of the future Shichibukai Donquixote Doflamingo!

Rosinante, with his kind and gentle nature, and Doflamingo, the embodiment of evil, were simply the two poles of light and darkness.

Back then, Rosinante had watched with his own eyes as his older brother murdered their father with his own hands, and now, he was about to use his own strength to stop his increasingly crazed brother.

This trip... the consequences were unpredictable.

Yet Old Man Garp probably didn't know about this, at least not right now—Sengoku, Rosinante's adoptive father, didn't even know yet!

So what was going on with Old Man Garp?

When did this old goofball ever get so sentimental? The present him wasn't yet the semi-retired man of over a decade later who had lived through the two-grandsons incident...

Damn it, his Observation Haki still wasn't strong enough, there was no way to perceive the thoughts of top-tier powerhouses like Garp, so then...

"Kid Wright!"

"?"

Old Man Garp seemed to snap out of his melancholy instantly, turning around and walking right up to Wright. "Stop staring at other people's family business. You and I haven't seen each other in a long time either, come on, come spar with me!"

"You old bastard! Wait..."

Without another word, Garp dragged Wright off toward another training ground—the advanced training ground for commissioned officers. Judging by this posture, there was no escaping a brutal beating today...

Who the hell was staring at someone else's family business, you old bastard, did you leak some major intel without even realizing it, dammit! And besides, you were the one staring at them, alright!

Who the hell was family with you, who wanted to spar with you!!

Family...

My ass!

I get it!

This period of time was roughly when Old Man Garp's son, Monkey D. Luffy's old man—Monkey D. Dragon—had a falling out with Old Man Garp's philosophies and went off to strike out on his own...

Damn it, Old Man Garp, your son ran away from home, why are you beating me up?!

I can't beat you, old man, but I am definitely going to beat your grandson someday!!