Luffy Falls from the Sky

"Garp, go to the mess hall and tell them to prepare food and drinks as soon as possible." With no other choice, Sengoku spoke to Garp.

"I really am the dumbest one! Hahaha!" Garp stopped picking his nose and laughed, scratching his head. He wasn't angry or embarrassed in the slightest.

With that, Garp turned and left of his own accord.

For Garp, the events of the day had brought both shock and joy. The shock was that a monster like Kizaru had appeared on the seas, along with ideas capable of throwing the entire world into turmoil.

The joy was that his adopted grandson—the child of Pirate King Roger—wasn't dead after all. He had been rescued by the Whitebeard Pirates.

For Garp, this was a "happy occasion" that left him with deeply mixed feelings.

As a Marine hero, Garp loved the Marines and revered justice. But the darkness and contradictions of the real world made it impossible for him to pursue what he considered justice without reservation.

Perhaps this was the greatest sorrow of Garp's decades-long life!

Justice was like an illusion, order continued to rot, and children each had their own ideals. Who could say whether this old Marine's life had been a success or a failure?

A little over ten minutes later, Garp was the first to return. He held up a huge, nearly two-meter-wide round iron tray with both hands, piled high with food and drinks.

He walked through the crowd and past Sengoku, then calmly set the tray down in front of Kizaru and Whitebeard.

"Hahaha! Sengoku, come sit down!" Garp said, sitting down himself beside Whitebeard.

Garp's unrestrained behavior made Sengoku's eye twitch. In the end, he still stepped forward, went over to Garp, and sat cross-legged beside him.

And so, the Fleet Admiral