Could Humans Be Worse Than Bugs?

As Garp's questioning voice rang out, the Marines, who had been filled with grief and indignation upon seeing Zephyr, froze.

Especially when they saw Zephyr's completely intact arm.

Had they gotten emotional for nothing?

Was the intelligence claiming that Zephyr, the former Navy Admiral, had had his right arm severed by Whitebeard II, Weevil, actually false?

"Haha, seeing the ghostly looks on your faces makes me quite happy too. Looks like I'm not the only one who was shocked!" Zephyr laughed as he patted Garp on the shoulder. "At first, I thought this arm was a total loss. I never expected Lord Saitama to reconnect it like he was performing a magic trick, in just a few moves."

"You saw how hard I hit you just now, didn't you? Not bad, right?"

As he spoke, Zephyr deliberately pointed out the remaining connection point on his arm for Garp and the others to see.

Looking at the newly healed flesh and the mysterious patterned markings beneath it, the closer they came to the truth, the harder it was for them to stay calm.

They were all people who had lived with blades at their throats on these seas.

Injuries were commonplace.

Cases of severed hands and feet were especially frequent.

It could be said that once something like that happened, retirement and being pushed into the background were only a step away.

This applied not only to ordinary Marines, but also to many officers.

None of them had expected to witness a result on Zephyr that overturned all of that today.

"Zephyr, hurry up and get that kid Saitama out here to see me. If we can get him to join Marine Headquarters—" Garp suddenly came to his senses.

However, before he could finish, Zephyr cut him off. "Garp, you also