Whitebeard, Your Illness Can Be Cured!

"Karp, Gurarara!"

"Whitebeard, hahahaha!"

That afternoon, Whitebeard and his crew ran into Karp on the street.

The two men's hearty laughter, combined with their inhuman physiques, drew the attention of many villagers.

By then, most of the day had passed, and plenty of villagers knew that a group of enormous, boisterous outsiders had come to the village.

No one approached to bother them. The villagers simply paused what they were doing and watched the group with curiosity.

Whitebeard walked toward Karp. Behind him, Ace hid in the crowd, watching his grandfather.

They stopped a meter apart and met each other's gaze. Everything they had seen and heard that day had shaken them both.

Perhaps the technology in this world wasn't much different from that in their own, but ordinary people here were far safer and happier than those in their world.

"Karp, want to talk?" Whitebeard invited him.

"Hahahaha, sure!" Karp replied with a laugh.

After that, the two walked off together, their respective crews following close behind in clearly separate groups.

They wandered along at an easy pace, and Whitebeard struck up a conversation as they went.

"Karp, the Navy gave you a mission, didn't it? That old fox Sengoku wouldn't just let you wander into enemy territory."

"I'm just going to the East Blue to see whether my hometown is safe." Karp looked carefree, but he wasn't a fool.

Whitebeard slowed his pace and gazed up at the clear sky. With no clouds to obscure it, the blue looked especially pure.

"You always say Roger started the Great Pirate Era, but the ones who truly created it were you—the World Government behind you. As long as the conditions that breed pirates remain, the Great Pirate Era will never end."

As he listened to Whitebeard, Karp's expression gradually grew