When he heard Kujo Tachibana say he came from East Blue, Sengoku finally remembered the second thing he had told Garp to do.
So this little guy was the Swordsman?
Looking at that youthful face, Sengoku couldn't help feeling doubtful!
He looked about nineteen or twenty, didn't he?
But Sengoku suspected Kujo Tachibana was simply good at taking care of himself and was actually at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Sengoku stared at Kujo Tachibana, then examined him closely for a while.
He was powerfully built without looking bulky. At a glance, he was clearly a Taijutsu expert. The long sword at his waist was several sizes larger than normal, too. Any swordsman capable of wielding a blade like that in battle had to be strong.
And then there was his height. Wasn't he nearly two and a half meters tall?
(The protagonist had grown taller over the past few months.)
He still wasn't as tall as an Admiral, whose height was three meters, but that was impressive enough. Could a man that tall really be weak?
But what was with all those injuries?
Was there anyone in East Blue who could injure a Swordsman with Advanced Armament Haki this badly?
Sengoku couldn't help feeling curious, so he asked:
"What happened to your injuries? Is there anyone in East Blue with that kind of strength?"
Kujo Tachibana expressionlessly shook his head and said offhandedly:
"Oh, these injuries? They're not that bad, really. I just spent a little over a month recovering in bed. I'm much better now. I only got out of bed a couple of days ago."
"As for who injured me, there's definitely no one in East Blue with that kind of strength."
"Then who was it? Fleet Admiral Sengoku, it wasn't someone you sent, was it?"
"But when