Watching Garp barge in again without knocking, Sengoku ultimately failed to keep his emotions in check in front of Oran.
Going by Garp's idea, he wanted to turn Origin Project Garp completely into a newly born Garp. That alone would merely double the number of Garps.
But taken a step further, what if mass-produced Pacifistas also learned Garp's style?
The Pacifistas, created to maintain order and suppress pirates, might well become the source of unrest.
"Pwahahaha, here we go again. Don't be so stingy. Doctor, want some rice crackers? These are exclusive Marine Headquarters supplies, and they're a new flavor too. No idea where Sengoku got them."
Under Sengoku's nearly flaming glare, Garp rummaged around somewhere else and somehow found two unopened packs of rice crackers, generously sharing them with Oran.
"Vice Admiral Garp, is it possible that these were made in Piltover and merely packaged for the Marines?"
"Is that so? Sengoku, you've gotten stingier and stingier. You actually didn't tell me about something like this."
The carefree Garp did not care about that at all. Instead, he continued blaming Sengoku.
"First, Tsuru brought this up back then. You just weren't listening at all.
"Second, can you explain why my rice crackers were in that place?"
"Of course I hid them there the last time I came. That way, I could pull them out right in front of you."
Not only had he hidden them, but they were Sengoku's rice crackers, and he had hidden them in Sengoku's office.
Listening to Garp become increasingly less human with every word, Sengoku even suspected that he had come deliberately to tear him down.
Oran was an old acquaintance anyway. Since Garp had no shame at all, Sengoku let himself go too and snatched both packs of rice crackers away.
After tossing