Garp's Assessment

Looking at the familiar severed arm, Zephyr let out a quiet sigh. "Lord Saitama, there's no need to joke with me. If Vegapunk and proper medical equipment were here, this arm of mine might have been reattached."

"But as you can see, the warship has been destroyed, and even the emergency equipment aboard is gone."

"It would take a full day to return to Marine Headquarters from here. There's simply no time to reattach it before the cells die."

At this point, Zephyr sighed again. "It seems even Heaven thinks I'm old and wants me to retire early."

"I'm already fortunate enough to have encountered Lord Saitama this time. Otherwise, if I had dragged these youngsters down with me, I would have become a sinner of the Marines."

Weevil's attack had completely surpassed Zephyr's understanding.

If they had not experienced it themselves, who would have believed that someone on these seas could be so insane as to attack a Marine recruit training ship?

"Don't worry. Just because others can't do something doesn't mean I can't. Leave that arm to me and hurry up to prepare for the reattachment!"

With those words, Qin Yu took Zephyr's arm and leaped onto the pirate ship to make preparations.

Zephyr and the other two could only stare at each other.

They had thought Qin Yu was merely joking, giving them a glimmer of hope.

They had never expected that beneath that utterly unserious face—

he really was not joking.

Meanwhile, within the vast Fleet Admiral's office at Marine Headquarters—

Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral, sat in his chair with a dark expression, staring wordlessly at the Transponder Snail before him.

Also present were Tsuru, the Chief of Staff; Admirals Akainu and Aokiji; and Garp, who was eating doughnuts.

After receiving Zephyr's distress signal not long