Marine Headquarters,
Sengoku wasn't sitting at his desk. He was standing on the roof of the Headquarters building.
Before the building, rows upon rows of Navy soldiers stood ready for battle.
Standing beside Sengoku were Garp, Tsuru, Akainu, and Aokiji—the Navy's absolute top brass.
"I should be sleeping at Headquarters."
"Why'd you have to drag me along?"
Garp sat off to the side, lounging around as usual. He held a rice cracker in his hand and crunched away.
"Why does Yellow Monkey get to sleep at Headquarters?"
"That's not fair, Sengoku. I'm protesting!"
Sengoku shot Garp an exasperated glance and ignored his unreasonable complaints.
Why do you think I had to drag you along? Don't you know?
It's because of that good-for-nothing son of yours!
He was operating underground before, and that was one thing. But now he's openly opposing the World Government and occupying the North Sea.
How could you, as his father, have nothing to do with it?!
Of course, Sengoku could say such things in private. Everyone present knew the truth, but they couldn't say it out loud.
He had indeed brought Garp along because of Dragon. Having Garp deal with Dragon was the best possible plan.
Sengoku didn't expect Garp to put in much effort, but it was still a good deal to keep an important enemy fighter occupied in a one-on-one match.
"This is an order, Garp!"
"You talk too much!"
Sengoku said it flatly, putting an end to Garp's unreasonable fussing.
Tsuru turned to Sengoku.
"Everyone's assembled, Sengoku."
Sengoku nodded, his expression grave.
He surveyed the forces assembled before him: tens of thousands of Navy soldiers, the Navy's strongest fleet,
and most of its top fighters.
They were in no way inferior to the forces at the later Paramount War. The Navy had practically