You Will Die!

"What? Sengoku, have you lost your mind? Dealing with Whitebeard alone is already difficult enough, and now you want to provoke Mirai Uchiha too? Is there something wrong with your head?"

In the Conference Hall at Marine Headquarters, Garp had abandoned his usual habit of sleeping and pointed furiously at Sengoku as he roared. The vice admirals below were all silent as cicadas. Everyone knew that Garp was a powder keg right now—anyone who touched him would be asking for trouble. The reason was simple: Ace, who was about to be executed, had been raised by Garp. He could practically be called Garp's adopted grandson. Now that his adopted grandson was about to be executed, how could Garp possibly be happy? On one side was family; on the other was justice. It would be difficult for anyone to choose between the two. Thus, everyone could understand Garp's current loss of composure.

"Garp, how dare you! I am the Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters. What I say is an order! Since when was it your place to criticize me?" Sengoku had a fiery temper as well. He immediately glared and locked eyes with Garp. His mood was no better than Garp's. Why? Because of Mirai Uchiha. This time, they were not merely dealing with Whitebeard, but also Mirai Uchiha, a great pirate even more troublesome than Whitebeard.

"What kind of damn Fleet Admiral are you? If I hadn't given up that position back then, do you think you'd be sitting up there pointing fingers now? Sengoku, give it a rest!" Garp refused to give an inch, his old face flushed bright red.

Of course, that was nonsense. Everyone would have agreed if Garp had wanted to become an admiral, but as for Fleet Admiral, even if Garp had wanted the job,