Momonga did not mind. That blade had never been a famous weapon to begin with, so it was perfectly normal for it to shatter. After all, his junior had faced those super criminals on the sixth level.
Before long, a warship rode the currents of the massive whirlpool toward them at high speed. It was Zephyr's ship.
The four of them leaped aboard. Boa Hancock hesitated for a moment before finally jumping up unwillingly.
"Teacher! Vice Admiral Garp!"
"Tren! You really recovered!"
Ain and Binz hurried over. Seeing their former classmate restored, both were delighted.
"Only just."
Yang Hao smiled as he returned the greeting. Tren was his name in this life.
"Save the reminiscing for later. First, get us a feast. We're starving."
Garp said it bluntly. He had run all the way here, and Ace's situation had left him with little appetite these past few days. After another battle, his energy was badly depleted and urgently needed replenishing.
"Please follow me."
Ain understood and led them toward the ship's mess hall.
Meanwhile, Zephyr used the large Den Den Mushi aboard the ship to contact Sengoku at headquarters and explain the situation here.
Momonga followed up with additional details, especially the need to request a good blade for his junior.
"I understand. Return as soon as possible."
Sengoku fell silent for a long time after hearing everything. He gave that reply, then hung up.
The situation was far worse than anticipated—much worse. But now, they could only face it.
On the other side, after Yang Hao and Garp had eaten their fill, they went to rest in the sun on the deck. Yang Hao had suggested it, using the excuse that he wanted to seek guidance on the fist-bone technique.
Garp did not refuse. It was rare for the