Luluka Island, harbor.
The starry sky was clear, the night air cool as water, moonlight spilling across the cobblestone road.
Sephiroth walked up to Garp, who was still holding a boulder while doing squats, and said irritably:
"By the way, your injuries from today haven't healed yet. If you start training now, your wounds will reopen..."
"I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned in bed. I kept thinking about my fight with that diamond bastard today, so I came out to train..."
After finishing another squat, Garp set the boulder he had been carrying on his shoulders down on the ground. He clapped his hands together and stood up with a cheerful grin.
"Oh, right! There's something I want to tell you..."
As though he had remembered something, Garp's smile faded. He gave the young man a salute.
"My name is Monkey D. Garp, a sergeant at Marine Headquarters. Thank you very much for helping us during the day!"
Sephiroth was slightly stunned to hear that Garp, who had mastered Armament Haki and the Six Powers and already possessed strength on par with a flag officer, was merely a sergeant.
Then, he understood...
It was now Sea Calendar 1470. Roger, Golden Lion, and Whitebeard—the future three legendary pirates—were still rookie pirates who had only recently set sail. They had made a small name for themselves and gained a little fame.
In this era, even the Rocks Pirates had yet to rise to prominence...
As for Red Count Ryderfield, who had become a pirate because he admired Brook, he probably had not even gone to sea yet!
Overall, compared to the Great Pirate Era and the age of the three legendary pirates, there were very few pirates now. The seas were not particularly chaotic; they could even