What Was He Hiding?

"Ah-choo! A cold? Have I been neglecting my training lately? Looks like I can't spend all my time working behind a desk..."

Sengoku muttered under his breath, while Tsuru, seated across from him, gave a soft chuckle.

"Most likely Garp's complaining. Having him face the kings' accusations—I can't even imagine what that must be like."

"Hmph, he brought it on himself. A student of the Marine Elite Training Camp, the son of a Marine hero, actually raised the banner of the Revolutionary Army! Just how did that bastard raise his son?!"

The mention of it immediately infuriated Sengoku.

If this were exposed, it would undoubtedly be snapped up by reporters from every major newspaper, those people who loved trading government scandals for trending headlines. The World Economy News Paper would probably even dedicate its front page to it.

He had already thought of the headlines!

<Shocking! The Revolutionary Army Originally Came from Marine Headquarters—The Untold Secret Between Dragon and the Marines!>

<Why Did the Son of a Marine Hero Rebel? The Dark Filth Behind Glorious Justice...>

<A Manhunt? Coercion? Rising Up Against Humiliation—The Epic Fall of an Outstanding Marine, the Flame of Revolution Born from Mud...>

Just imagining that terrifying scene, then looking at Garp's face—the kind that did nothing but grin all day—made Sengoku snort irritably.

"Hmph, now he can finally understand the troubles that have plagued me for years!"

"Speaking of which, I keep feeling that Garp is hiding something else, and it's definitely no less significant than the Revolutionary Army. But what could it be..."

Seeing the strategist before her sink into thought once more, Tsuru repeatedly shook her head.

"Could you be overthinking it? Garp may not know how to educate children, but he wouldn't make mistakes in other major matters."

"What could possibly be bigger