Luffy looked at the tall figure in front of him. There was no mistake—it was his grandpa.
He turned back to look at the figure standing on the shore. There was no mistake—it was still his grandpa.
Luffy vigorously rubbed his eyes and stubbornly looked in front of him again. In the end, his legs suddenly gave out, and he sat down on the ground.
"There are actually two Grandpas. I'm doomed."
Luffy's thoughts were not all that complicated at the moment, but he became firmly convinced of one thing: Garp was a demon.
After all, no normal grandpa would push his grandson off a cliff into a deep ravine, throw him into a forest at night, or tie balloons to him and send him soaring into the sky.
Although this method had tempered Luffy's tenacious vitality, one Garp was already deadly enough. With two of them, perhaps it was time to write a will.
"Pwahahaha, Luffy, that won't do! You can't get back up after one hit? Looks like my training still isn't enough."
The one in front of Luffy was PX0. The one by the shore was the real Garp.
Garp had just commanded PX0 to come over and block Luffy's retreat, then arrived behind him.
"Why are there two Grandpas? Right, one of them must be fake! But which one is real?"
Luffy did not respond to Garp. He was still unable to pull himself free from the matter of there being two Garps. Even the word training failed to catch his attention.
And that earned him Garp's loving iron fist.
Thud!
"When Grandpa is talking, listen carefully!"
"That hurts! Then this one must be the real Grandpa. Grandpa! Why is there someone who looks exactly like you?!"
In truth, for Luffy, that identical face was already