The Final Battle (6)

New World, Calm Belt.

As dawn quietly split the horizon and the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, everything returned to calm... The Moby Dick rested quietly upon the tranquil sea, bathing in the newborn sunlight and enjoying this hard-won peace.

"Feels great. It's been far too long since I last stretched my old bones like this... Time to drink a cask."

With a satisfied look, Garp spoke to himself as he walked over to Whitebeard, picked up a barrel, and began chugging... Whitebeard said nothing, merely raising his cup and draining it in one gulp.

Gulp, gulp... By the time the two had silently drunk themselves into a light haze, Sengoku finally arrived, stepping into the morning light.

Normally, he would have fiercely rebuked Garp over his stance and drinking during work hours. But today, Sengoku chose to turn a blind eye. He looked at Whitebeard, who sat cross-legged nearby. "Edward Newgate, how about a temporary truce?"

"You come when you please and leave when you please... What do you take me, Whitebeard, for? And what would my sons who died think of their old man?"

Thud... Whitebeard heavily set down his cup, releasing his killing intent without the slightest concealment, as though he intended to begin fighting again the very next second.

Garp grinned and casually lifted the barrel to refill Whitebeard's cup. Meeting his questioning gaze, he said, "Then how do you explain us saving your territory?"

"What a smooth talker... Gurararara!"

Whitebeard's laughter scattered the killing intent. He raised his cup and poured the liquor down his throat, then casually set another barrel across from him and pointed at Sengoku. "I'm not an unreasonable man either..."

"We're enemies. No matter what you do, it's only natural..."

"But this time, in suppressing the Sea Kings' riot,